Chapter 213 Standoff

"I'm not his shadow, how would I know where he went!"

She shook her head frantically, her voice agitated, but the more she spoke, the more incoherent it became.

Shen Cuifen's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and she pushed the blade forward another inch.

"Tell me the truth, and I'll spare your life."

She saw right through Yang Juanhua's demeanor.

This matter is absolutely related to Lu Zhonghe.

But just as she was intently questioning Yang Juanhua, a commotion quietly occurred behind her.

Unbeknownst to her, Lu Guirun had quietly retreated to the corner of the wall and picked up a wooden stick as thick as a bowl.

He held his breath and, taking advantage of the moment when Shen Cuifen's attention was completely focused on Yang Juanhua, suddenly swung the wooden stick high into the air.

The stick, with a whooshing sound, slammed straight down on the back of Shen Cuifen's head!

If that hits hard, even bones will shatter.

The person would probably die on the spot, without even a chance to be saved.

Just at this critical moment, Shen Xiuye ​​and Song Wenhua finally rushed to the front.

The two happened to witness this breathtaking scene.

"Mom! Get out of the way!"

Shen Xiuye ​​was so frightened that her voice cracked from screaming.

The thick wooden stick was only inches away from Shen Cuifen's head.

Song Wenhua suddenly unleashed an incredible power, his figure flashed, and his right leg swept out fiercely!

With a muffled "bang!", the wooden stick was kicked solidly, instantly veering off course and veering to the side.

The stick grazed Shen Cuifen's hair and flew out, carrying a strand of the severed hair as it drifted down through the air.

Lu Guirun's attack missed, but he did not stop.

Instead, his eyes turned fierce, and he bent down to pick up the stick again, ready to smash it down viciously once more!

After landing, Song Wenhua steadied himself and took a step forward without hesitation.

He reached out and precisely grabbed the middle of the stick.

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly exerted force with his arm and snatched the stick from Lu Guirun's rough hands!

After snatching the stick, he didn't even look at it before swinging it back.

He threw the wooden stick hard into the distance, making a "crack" sound.

The next second.

Without hesitation, Song Wenhua pounced on Lu Guirun and pushed him to the ground.

He straddled Lu Guirun, pressing down on his shoulder with one hand and his neck with the other, pinning him to the ground.

"Who are you! Who the hell are you! Let me go! Let me go now!"

Lu Guirun twisted and struggled desperately, his face flushed red, and his eyes almost bulged out.

He screamed and kicked his arms and legs wildly.

Shen Xiuye ​​finally snapped out of her extreme fear.

He practically tumbled and crawled to Shen Cuifen's side.

"Mom! How are you? Are you hurt? Were you hit?"

Shen Xiuye's voice trembled, and her lips quivered.

She only breathed a sigh of relief after checking carefully and confirming that her mother was unharmed.

She raised her head and looked at Song Wenhua, who was still pinning Lu Guirun down, and forced a smile.

Hearing her call, Song Wenhua turned her head to look at her, and a blush quietly rose to her ears.

He quickly lowered his head, not daring to look any further.

Shen Cuifen slowly straightened up, her gaze coldly fixed on Lu Guirun, who was still struggling on the ground.

That old bastard, he actually had the heart to do something so ruthless.

"I'm fine."

"I'm asking you one last time."

"Where exactly is Shen Xiuwei? Tell me now, and I might spare your life. If you keep denying it, don't blame me for turning my back on you."

Yang Juanhua bit her lip, which turned pale.

"I really don't know! Asking me won't help! I'm not her family, how would I know where she's hiding?"

Shen Cuifen remained expressionless and without saying a word, she bent down and suddenly pulled the kitchen knife that was pressing against Yang Juanhua's neck!

The blade brought a gust of cold wind as it grazed her skin.

Yang Juanhua was so frightened that she trembled all over and almost collapsed to the ground.

"Xiuye".

Shen Cuifen didn't turn her head back.

"Go collect manure."

Upon hearing those three words, Shen Xiuye ​​instantly understood her mother's meaning.

Her eyes narrowed, and she turned and rushed toward the stinking ditch in Er Laizi's backyard.

That cesspool has been abandoned for over a decade, and no one has cleaned it.

It has been covered with a thick layer of black, smelly mud for years.

Swarms of flies and buzzing mosquitoes filled the air, and a nauseating stench permeated the air from afar.

She forced herself to endure the churning in her stomach and held her breath.

He scooped out a large ladleful of dark, sticky fecal matter with an iron ladle.

His hands were shaking so badly it was like he was having a seizure, and he could barely hold the table.

But she gritted her teeth and insisted on serving that stinky thing to Yang Juanhua.

"Will you tell or not?"

Shen Xiuye's voice was hoarse, and her eyes were fierce.

"If you don't tell me, you'd better finish this whole bowl, bite by bite! Not a single bite can be left!"

Shen Cuifen stood to the side, her eyes red.

Where is Shen Xiuwei?!

Where exactly was her poor sister hidden?

Yang Juanhua looked at the scoop of black, bubbling excrement in front of her.

A strong stench hit her, and she immediately bent over and began to gag.

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I made "uh uh" sounds in my throat.

"Shen Cuifen! Are you crazy?! You're forcing me to eat excrement! She's my mother-in-law! No matter what, I wouldn't dare lay a hand on her! How could you force me like this!"

"Where did your sister run off to? How could we possibly know?! What's the use of you acting crazy and being ruthless here! If you're so capable, go and search the whole village!"

Lu Guirun was firmly pressed to the ground by Song Wenhua, his hands pinned down.

Even so, he kept talking nonstop.

Shen Cuifen suddenly turned around, her gaze fixed on Lu Guirun.

Her eyes were icy cold, and the corners of her mouth were slightly pursed.

"If you feel so sorry for her, then you eat it!"

Lu Guirun's lips trembled violently.

He stared intently at Shen Cuifen, his eyes filled with astonishment, and shouted in a trembling voice, "Shen Cuifen! Are you crazy! Are you a bandit? How dare you treat me like this?"

No one expected that Song Wenhua would suddenly move before he could finish speaking.

He grabbed Lu Guirun's wrist with a swift and decisive move, displaying astonishing strength.

"Aunt Cuifen, let me hold him down, you can force-feed him!"

Song Wenhua spoke coldly, without the slightest hesitation in his voice.

Just then, Zheng Mingyue and Song Xiaomei arrived at the scene.

They immediately noticed the chaotic and tense standoff before them.

Without saying a word, they rushed forward and joined the ranks of those controlling Lu Guirun without hesitation.

Zheng Mingyue quickly squatted down and pressed down on Lu Guirun's other arm.

Song Xiaomei stepped on his calf to prevent him from struggling to escape.

Shen Cuifen had no time to delay any longer.

She knew in her heart that every second that wasted made her younger sister Lu Xiuwei's situation more dangerous.

Time is life, and there is no room for hesitation.

Without saying a word, she quickly grabbed the dark, grime-covered dung ladle from the corner and rushed to Lu Guirun.

The ladle still retained a nauseating stench of filth.

It has a strong, pungent odor; just one whiff is enough to make you nauseous.

Lu Guirun was pinned to the ground by Song Wenhua, his eyes wide with terror.

When has he ever experienced anything like this before?

Even when faced with a shrew like Yang Juanhua causing trouble, he could still grit his teeth and say a few words back.