Chapter 20 Son of Sin 20

Two more people have died in the village; it all seems very strange.

There's also a missing strong ox; no one knows if it's dead or alive, leaving people feeling uneasy.

Some superstitious people have already asked the village chief to invite someone to take a look at the village.

Is there something evil or unsavory in the village?

In a short period of time, four people died and one went missing, and most importantly, the deaths were all quite tragic.

What if something really happens, and people die?

Actually, the village chief himself was also uneasy. Everyone was saying that the dead people had done something wrong.

They're all from the same village, what wrong things could they possibly do?

We see each other every day.

These words spread like wildfire in the village, and no one dared to contact the families of the dead, for fear of being implicated.

However, some people with guilty consciences began to suspect that these people had all been to Ji Da Ma's house.

Everyone knew more or less that he used his wife to make money before, but no one knew if the young man Ji Jinping had been there. However, the missing Zhuang Niu had been there.

Some of the more high-profile ones will even discuss it with others.

When someone told the village chief about it, he just cursed, "Bullshit."

The woman wasn't dead; she was taken away.

Does she possess extraordinary abilities? If she really did, how could she have stayed in this village for so many years?

"I think you're all out of your minds! What nonsense are you spouting?" The village chief pointed at the people who were speaking to him: "Didn't you all see how their accident happened?"

"He only knows how to scare himself."

"There's nothing we can do about it. The time intervals are so close together. Could our village be cursed?"

After pondering for a moment, the village chief said, "I'll have someone come and see if there's a problem with the feng shui."

"Stop talking nonsense. I'd only believe it if that woman died and became a ghost to seek revenge."

With an impatient expression: "But she's still alive."

"Go away, go away, don't bother me." The village chief raised his hand to shoo him away.

After everyone left, he turned around and saw Ji Dama's son, Ji Huaizhi.

"What are you doing here?" He was startled.

I was just talking about my mother when he suddenly appeared behind me, which really gave me the creeps.

Ji Huaizhi looked at him and said, "You're next."

Startled by his words, the village chief was so angry that he took off his shoe and started hitting him.

"You motherless brat, what nonsense are you spouting?" But the child was like an eel; he couldn't catch him at all.

Watching the child disappear, the village chief threw his shoe at him.

Is he next?

What a joke! He's lived most of his life, does he still believe in this stuff?

Ji Dama watched his mother lying in bed, crying and unable to get up. His family consisted of many people, some old and some disabled.

Both of Ma's burials were rushed.

The second son's wife has gone out now, probably to her parents' home. I'm afraid she's going back to meet someone for a blind date, and when she comes back she'll say she's going to remarry tomorrow.

Ji Dama, paralyzed in bed, didn't hear the rumors circulating outside.

But it was his own idea.

The more he thought about it, the more horrified he became. All of these dead people had had relationships with his runaway wives.

I'm here racking my brains, working up a sweat.

"Mom!" Ji Dama called to Old Lady Ji, "Mom! Get up, I have something to tell you."

But at this point, Old Mrs. Ji was too heartbroken to listen to anything.

"Your brother is dead. How could a perfectly healthy person just disappear like that?"

Ji Dama threw something over: "He's dead, get up!"

"Mom, all these people who got into trouble had relationships with that woman. Do you think I'll be next?"

Ji Dama was covered in a cold sweat.

Grandma Ji tilted her head, tears still streaming down her face, her eyes red and swollen beyond recognition.

"It's true, Zhuangniu, Li Laosi, Erma, and Sanquan, and Jinping also came to our house a few years ago. Moreover, Jinping didn't go home that day. Were we not home? Was he planning to come here?"

Ji Dama became increasingly frightened as he spoke: "Do you think it could be Huai Zhi who did it?"

“But he was so young… But I saw Zhuangniu’s accident with my own eyes.”

Ji Dama started crying as he spoke.

They were terrified that they would be the next to die.

Grandma Ji's eyes suddenly focused: "Sanwa?"

"Yes, it's all his fault. He cursed Er Ma to death. His words that day were a curse."

Grandma Ji is already delirious.

“It’s all his fault, he hates us.” Old Mrs. Ji’s breathing was heavy: “He was born from that woman.”

"That's why he hates us."

"He cursed our family to die a terrible death, but he was also a member of our family!"

When Er Ma's wife came back with the children, her eyes were red, and the two children didn't look well either.

As soon as I came in, I heard what the old woman was saying.

She suddenly went berserk: "It's all that wicked man's fault! He's the one who killed my man!"

The two brothers suddenly burst into tears, repeatedly calling for their mother.

Ji Dama was hit by things thrown at him by his younger siblings and couldn't dodge them: "What's wrong with you?"

He is your son!

She covered her face and cried, "How am I supposed to live like this?"

"My husband is dead, and my family won't let me go back to my parents' home. My two children are still so young. How am I going to live from now on?"

Er Ma's wife smashed and smashed all the broken things in the house.

Grandma Ji also cried: "Fen'er, you take good care of the child, I can still work."

"What the hell are you doing! You're practically half-buried, you're just a burden!" She then looked at Ji Dama: "You too."

"Your whole family is a burden!"

"You only know how to drag me down. Why don't you all die so I can remarry?"

"If I go back to my parents' home in this half-dead state, I'll be kicked out."

Er Ma's wife kept crying and crying.

After crying, she still had to wipe away her tears and cook for their family.

While cooking noodles, she really wanted to throw in some rat poison and let her whole family die together.

Perhaps because her complexion was too bad, Ji Dama waited until they had all finished eating and were alright before picking up the bowl of crumbly noodles.

"You shouldn't go to school anymore, just drop out," Er Ma's wife said after dinner.

"Go to school tomorrow and bring all your belongings back with you."

"No, Fen'er," Grandma Ji said, her voice pleading.

“They are still so young. Nowadays, all children have to go to school. If they don’t go to school, they will have to farm for the rest of their lives.”

Grandma Ji wiped away her tears: "I can still work, I'll work with you."

"You can't withdraw from this course."

"At worst, we can borrow money from Da Niu's family; they have a sheep farm."

Er Ma's wife slammed her empty rice bowl on the ground: "Then who's going to pay for it?"

Who will pay back this money?

Her breakdown was just like Yu Man's in the past: "We've farmed all our lives, why can't they farm too?"

“Our place of residence could collapse at any moment, and you’re still thinking about these unnecessary things.”

Ji Dama: "How dare you talk to my mother like that?"

"How dare you talk to me like that?" Er Ma's wife was now standing her ground.

She picked up another bowl and threw it at his face: "Get this straight, your whole family depends on me for food!"

Hearing the arguing and crying inside, Ji Huaizhi turned around expressionlessly.