The door creaked slightly, and a sympathetic voice sounded.
Lao Qian turned his head suddenly and looked stiff.
"Death is imminent and you are still daydreaming. Your daughter is already dead!"
These words were like a thunderclap in Lao Qian's ears, making her dizzy and her eyes going black.
"No, it's impossible."
Lao Qian's body was stiff, as if he was nailed, unable to move. His old eyes were looking straight at Lao Ye's head. The new boy seemed to be ready to pounce on him and bite him at any moment, but he remained motionless. He was stupid.
"What's impossible?"
Yes, the old man's face is so gloomy that it is almost dripping with water.
"Impossible, possible!"
At this time, Mr. Qian had become so thin that he had lost all his appearance. His whole body was skin and bones, with no flesh on his face, his skin was loose, and his old face was covered with wrinkles.
The half-used clothes she wore were dirty, her hair was greasy and stuck to her scalp, and she had a strange smell that was nauseating.
At first glance, he looks like an old beggar.
Old Qian's eyes were red, and he kept saying "impossible, impossible". Deep in his eyes, there was full of fear.
Her daughter was born to be rich and noble. She was destined to be a young mistress. She lived a good life of making slaves and maids, wearing fine clothes and fine food. How could it be possible...
"Old immortal, please speak clearly! My daughter is fine, why do you curse her with such red lips and white teeth!"
Old Qian was so dizzy from the blow that after he recovered, he could no longer hold back his temper and yelled, "Osmanthus is also your daughter, why can't you, an old man, not see her?"
Before he finished speaking, he was slapped hard by Lao Yetou.
The hated old man showed no mercy. This slap almost used all his strength, and the skinny old Qian was violently thrown out, making a loud thud.
It turned out that Lao Qian had bumped into the leg of the bed, and a big bump appeared on her forehead. It was covered with bruises and turned purple to black. The pain made her gasp.
Speaking of which, the bed was made just for her. It consisted of a piece of wood and four thicker logs, and if you nailed them together, it would become a simple wooden bed.
She was so thin now that she only had a handful of bones left. Old Ye was on fire again, and he tried his best. She was thrown by a strong force and flew straight towards the leg of the bed. It would be strange if she didn't knock a big bump.
Lao Qian's whole body shivered in pain, and her withered hands like black claws stretched out and shook into chaff. She instinctively wanted to touch how big the bag was, but she screamed in pain when she touched it, and it almost hurt her to death.
"Ye, Ye Dahe, you bastard will die..."
Old Qian, who had never experienced such torture, was so painful that he glared at Old Ye head fiercely, the hatred in his eyes almost overflowing.
"It was your daughter who died miserably. Her neck was broken and she was left to feed the wolves in the barren mountains. Even if the body was recovered, she wouldn't even dare to have a close relative. She could only bury her in the shadow of the Western Mountains and become a lonely soul.
Wild ghost. She was harmed by an old guy like you!"
"There is no shortage of anything in the house, and there are still servants to take care of you. You and your mother only eat and sleep, and eat after sleeping. You are not satisfied. You are playing tricks every day, and you are throwing your life into it sooner or later. How can you be satisfied?"
Lao Qian shrank tiredly and looked at him in horror, his lips trembling and speechless.
"You don't have to think about it with your stupid pig mind. A child who grew up in a wealthy family has been a high-ranking son-in-law since he was a child. You would be stupid to have a country girl appear out of nowhere and run up to get relatives.
If you recognize her, aren't you blocking the road to wealth? If you don't kill her to silence her, why don't you keep her for the New Year?"
Lao Qian felt cold all over. At this moment, she finally believed it.
"A child who was raised in a wealthy family and has never seen any tricks yet still treats himself as a country bumpkin who has never seen the world. He says a few nice words and then sells himself to you?"
"You sent your daughter to the door, not only causing harm to others, but also causing the family to be destroyed. If Dabai hadn't been able to do it, the old Ye family would have turned into ashes by now!"
Lao Qian's face was ashen. She heard Dabai roar that night and Erha screamed at the top of his lungs.
She just thought there was a thief in the house...