RNP Chapter 38: Uncle, now you know the pain of losing a child, right?
Chapter 38: Uncle, now you know the pain of losing a child, right?
"Aaaaaaahhhhh..."
"How could this happen? How could this happen, my son..."
Yan Jiefang rushed over. Ignoring the scalding porridge inside, he reached in, grabbed Xiao Hua's arm, and pulled him out.
"Aaaaaaahhhhh..."
"Xiaohua, Xiaohua, what's wrong? My Xiaohua..."
Xiao Hua was burning hot, but Yan Jiefang wasn't afraid at all. He held him tightly in his arms and cried loudly.
In fact, Xiao Hua is not completely dead yet.
Why not go to the hospital immediately?
That's because Yan Jiefang knew there was no point in going anymore. The baby was already burned like that; he was worried that even if they were saved at the hospital, they'd be a burden, and how much money would that cost?
So Yan Jiefang didn't go to the hospital; instead, he held his son and wept bitterly.
I'm truly heartbroken, and I genuinely don't want to save them anymore.
For a family like theirs, saving such a child would be a burden on them for the rest of their lives.
Even with such a small amount of money, everyone in the Yan family could easily calculate it.
Upon witnessing this scene, Yan Bugui felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and he felt dizzy and about to fall backward.
Fortunately, Yan Jiecheng and his wife helped him up.
"Mom, how do you take care of the child? How did you get him like this?"
Yan Jiecheng questioned loudly. Although this wasn't his son, he was the only male heir in the Yan family!
This is a huge matter.
Yang Ruihua was completely stunned at that moment.
She murmured, "I don't know, I don't know! I don't know how it could have turned out like this?"
At this moment, Yan Jiefang's wife, Zhang Limei, rushed in from outside.
"Ahhh..."
A piercing scream echoed throughout the entire courtyard.
"Xiao Hua, my son!"
"How could this happen? How could it be like this? Who did this?"
Zhang Limei screamed wildly as if she were going crazy.
When she found out that her son had been thrown into a pot and cooked by Yang Ruihua.
Zhang Limei went completely mad. She didn't care about anything else and rushed forward to use the Nine Yin White Bone Claw to grab Yang Ruihua.
"You old hag, give me back my son! Give me back my son!"
She endured eating coarse food and paying for food every month after marrying into your family.
Now, even her son has been killed; this is intolerable.
Her son died a horrible death; he was boiled alive. In this day and age, how could she live without her son?
"What are you doing? Quick, untie them, release them, quickly pull them apart..."
Despite the excruciating pain in his heart, Yan Bugui cried out loudly.
The entire Yan family was thrown into chaos.
"Limei, this has nothing to do with your mother. It was Lao Mo who did it. Yes, it must have been him. When we ran into Lao Mo at the door just now, he threatened us with Xiaohua's life. It must have been him. It has nothing to do with your mother!"
Yan Bugui subconsciously blurted out what was on his mind. Although there was no evidence, he simply believed that it was Lao Mogan's doing.
"Yes, yes, it was Old Mogan. It must have been him. He cursed me just now, that's why my eldest grandson turned out like this. Yes, it was him."
Yang Ruihua also shouted loudly.
Although she had no evidence, she believed that Old Mo must have cursed her to cause things to turn out this way.
"what?"
The whole family was stunned.
They couldn't understand what this had to do with Lao Mo. Why were their parents so certain?
"Yan Jiefang, give me back my son, I need to take him to the hospital."
Zhang Limei finally regained her senses and snatched her son away, determined to take him to the hospital.
Zhang Limei had only been married into the Yan family for a little over two years and wasn't yet adept at scheming. Most importantly, she was a mother. Whether or not she could save him, she had to try.
Yan Jiefang, however, refused to let go.
"Limei, have you gone mad? Your son is dead."
"Yan Jiefang, you bastard, your son isn't dead! Give him back to me right now!"
The couple started fighting over their son.
The neighbors in the front yard, middle yard, and back yard heard this unusual crying and commotion, and guessed that something might have happened to the Yan family, so they all rushed to their door to see what was going on.
Old Mo, of course, knew what had happened to the Yan family, and he silently followed behind to watch the spectacle.
How can you feel satisfied with something as satisfying as revenge if you don't come to the scene, see for yourself, and then subtly tell them that you did it?
In no time, the area in front of the Yan family's house was packed with people. Old Mo was among them. Even Liu Haizhong came over.
No one needed to go inside; just by hearing the crying and commotion, they knew something had happened to Xiaohua.
At this moment, Zhang Limei finally managed to snatch her son. She wrapped him in a cloth and ran towards the door.
Yan Bugui, Yan Jiefang, and others followed behind.
They didn't want to take her to the hospital anymore, since she was in such a state. They couldn't say this aloud, but they wanted to stop Zhang Limei from going.
To reiterate, it's better if they didn't survive; if they had, that would have been their real tragedy.
As soon as Zhang Limei rushed out carrying a child, everyone automatically made way for her.
Zhang Limei didn't care about anything else and rushed out with the child in her arms.
"Limei, slow down, wait for me..."
Yan Jiefang didn't care about anything else and chased after Zhang Limei.
The family that chased after them were Yan Bugui and his family.
However, Yan Bugui was stopped by Lao Mo as soon as he ran out.
"You old bastard, where are you? Now you know the pain of losing a child! Shouldn't you tell me where my daughter is?"
Gaa...
It was a similar sentence again, and everyone looked at Lao Mo in horror, especially Liu Haizhong.
Could this person also be one of Lao Mo's killers?
Yan Bugui blushed immediately upon hearing this.
He stared at Old Mo with bloodshot eyes.
"Old Mo, you son of a bitch, give me back my grandson's life!"
Yan Bugui let out a strange cry and rushed forward, ready to fight Lao Mo to the death.
Without saying a word, Lao Mo raised his hand and slapped him to the ground.
"Old man, you want to fight me? Tell me, where is my daughter?"
A chilling glint flashed in Lao Mo's eyes.
The neighbors and onlookers quickly made way.
"You bastard, how dare you hit my dad! I'll fight you to the death!"
Yan Jiecheng turned around, grabbed a stick, rushed up, and smashed it down on Lao Mo's head.
Old Mo raised his hand and grabbed the stick. He pulled it forward and then kicked Yan Jiecheng in the stomach.
Gaa...
Yan Jiecheng flew up and crashed directly into his own door.
"You bastard, do you think you can bully the Yan family because they have no one left? I'll fight you to the death!"
Yan Jiekuang also rushed forward. As a result, he was also kicked away by Lao Mo.
Gaa...
The scene fell into a deathly silence.
All the men in the Yan family were beaten down by Lao Mo in a single round. Tell me, who isn't afraid?
Just as Yan Bugui was about to get up, Lao Mo went up and kicked him to the ground again.
Immediately afterwards, someone stepped on his face.
"Uncle, Teacher Yan, as a teacher and the third oldest person in the courtyard, you wouldn't just stand by and watch me not find my daughter, would you? Tell me quickly, where is my daughter? If you don't tell me, your son will be the next one to die young."
Old Mo's voice was so cold it sent chills down your spine.
When Yan Bugui heard that his son would be the next to die young, a chill ran down his spine.