"I had a good dinner at night. I felt restless at night and kept paying attention to the movements in the West Room. Suddenly I heard the sound of a stool falling over. I rushed over. The door of the West Room was bolted from the inside. Zhou Sheng came over and kicked it open.

After a delay, when Huahua came in again, Huahua was out of breath, woo woo woo..."

Ping'er couldn't talk anymore and buried herself in Huahua and cried non-stop.

Things in the world are impermanent, and we can only accept the changes with caution.

Yang Ruoqing wiped away her tears and came to Ping'er to hold her shoulders and comfort her.

Zhou Sheng and Luo Fengtang also came to the room. Zhou Sheng's eyes were red. After looking at the situation in the room, he couldn't bear to speak, but there were some things that couldn't be postponed.

Zhou Sheng could only turn to Yang Ruoqing for help.

Yang Ruoqing understood what Zhou Sheng meant and said softly to Ping'er: "Ping'er, I'll help you sit on the side and leave this place to Zhou Sheng and the others."

To take down the tent, you have to take out the pillow behind Huahua's head...

Ping'er sobbed and nodded, and was helped aside by Yang Ruoqing.

Two brothers, Zhou Sheng and Luo Fengtang, came forward to do this.

The tent was taken down, Zhou Sheng gently pulled out the pillow from behind Huahua's head, and then laid Huahua flat.

Huahua's neck was completely exposed, with a deep red mark on it that no one could bear to see.

They went to the end of the bed to do other things. Suddenly, Yang Ruoqing turned around and stared at Huahua without blinking.

Ping'er was still crying and everyone else was busy, so no one noticed anything unusual about Yang Ruoqing.

Seeing Zhou Sheng trying to cover Huahua with the quilt, Yang Ruoqing shouted: "Wait a minute!" Under everyone's astonished eyes, she rushed to Huahua in three steps and put two fingers together on the side of Huahua's neck to feel it.

What are you wearing...

"Qing'er, you..." Ping'er raised her head and looked at Yang Ruoqing with a confused look on her face.

Others also gathered around.

Yang Ruoqing ignored them, helped Huahua sit up, and then slapped and pushed her back from bottom to top along the line of her spine.

Ping'er still looked confused, "What is Qing'er doing?"

Zhou Sheng suppressed his excitement and came to Ping'er's side. He lowered his voice and said to her: "Don't say anything yet, Huahua... maybe we can be saved."

"ah?"

A glimmer of light suddenly ignited in Ping'er's ashen eyes, and she quickly covered her mouth to hold in her breath.

Unlike Ping'er who was nervous and uneasy, brothers Zhou Sheng and Luo Fengtang looked at everything with expectant eyes.

Ping'er came to Changping Village late and didn't know what happened many years ago.

At that time, Yang Ruoqing had not yet gotten married. At that time, her aunt Yang Huamei was discussing marriage with Wang Shuanzi's family. There were twists and turns in the marriage negotiation. Shuanzi's mother couldn't think of it and came to the east room of the old Yang family's old house with a rope and hung her neck by the door.

When I put the person down, I was exhausted. The sky of the Wang family collapsed, and Lao Yang's family were also frightened. At this time, Yang Ruoqing stood up. She said that Mother Shuanzi was not dead yet, and there were others.

save.

Later, it turned out that Mother Shuanzi really came back to life. It was not until three years ago that Mother Shuanzi had a quarrel with Father Shuanzi, and they got into trouble and ended up hanging in her woodshed.

The second time he hung his neck, he was not so lucky. When he was discovered, he was so stiff that even gods could not save him.

Zhou Sheng was still reminiscing about the past when he suddenly heard his elder brother's exclamation from beside the bed: "There's something moving!"

Zhou Sheng quickly pulled Ping'er around and heard Yang Ruoqing telling Luo Fengtang: "I can't free my hands here, Tangyazi, pinch her in the middle quickly and with more force!"

"Um!"

Luo Fengtang rolled up his sleeves and pinched them.

"Well!"

Huahua uttered a syllable in her throat, frowned and opened her eyes suddenly.

"Thank God, I'm alive!" Brother Zhou Sheng clapped his hands excitedly. He only heard about the miraculous things about Shuan Zi Niang from the villagers afterwards, but never saw it with his own eyes.

This time, he stood on the edge and saw it clearly. It was so amazing. This Qing'er was simply a god. He could snatch people back from the gate of hell. So awesome!

"I, I..."

Huahua looked at the people gathered around the bed, feeling a little confused.

Yang Ruoqing came to her, lifted her chin, raised her hand and slapped her in the face.

Amid Ping'er's exclamation, Huahua was beaten so hard that her head hit the bed, and her hair fell down and covered her face.

"Qing'er..." Ping'er's voice was filled with tears, and she tried to persuade her, but Yang Ruoqing raised her hand to stop her.

Zhou Sheng also pulled Ping'er back knowingly. Brother Zhou Sheng and Luo Fengtang also remained silent and allowed Yang Ruoqing to teach Huahua a lesson.

"If you are really capable, go back home and hang your neck. Don't hang your neck here. If you hang your neck here, you will dirty the land of Brother Zhou Sheng's house and dirty our entire Changping Village!"

Huahua covered her face and lay on the quilt, her shoulders shrugged slightly, and her throat was filled with swallowing.

Regardless of whether she cried or not, Yang Ruoqing continued: "You dare to die, but why don't you dare to raise your head and look at your Aunt Ping'er, your Uncle Zhou Sheng, and your younger brothers and sisters? They are all tortured by you.

I cried so hard and panicked that your Aunt Ping'er even lost half her life and was blinded by crying."

"Isn't it just that you can't get along with Gu Zhihua? There are a lot of couples who break up in this world. It's not uncommon for widows to remarry. People can turn around even if they hit the wall. Why can't you survive alone?

"

"Can't you just think that Gu Zhihua is dead and you have become a widow?"

Yang Ruoqing cursed so much in one go. She originally wanted to curse a few more, but her throat hurt like hell.

I've been having a cold these past two days and my upper respiratory tract has become a bit rough. I've been drinking water frequently. I really couldn't complain anymore, so I returned to Luo Fengtang.

When Ping'er saw this, she rushed to the bedside and supported Huahua: "Huahua..."

Huahua fluttered there and still cried.

Ping'er raised her hand and gently beat Huahua a few times: "You heartless child, I have raised you for more than ten years as my own child, and you asked me to send my white-haired person to a black-haired person, and your conscience has been

Did the dog eat it? Wuwuwu..."

Huahua couldn't bear it anymore, raised her head and threw herself into Ping'er's arms, crying loudly.

"Aunt Ping'er, I was wrong, I was wrong..."

Everyone in the room breathed a sigh of relief, exchanged glances with each other, and quietly exited the room.

Before leaving, Yang Ruoqing stood up on tiptoes and looped the piece of rope hanging down from the roof beam in her hand. She would burn the unlucky thing when she went out later.

During breakfast the next day, Yang Ruoqing discussed with Luo Fengtang that she would go to Ping'er's place after dinner to see what was going on.

"Do you want me to accompany you?" Luo Fengtang asked.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "Last night was a special situation, so I didn't need to accompany you."

As a result, before the meal was finished, Zhou Sheng came to the door in person.

He was holding a twisted duck with wings tied on it, and the duck was quacking.
Chapter completed!