Qingshan heard Tian Xiaofeng muttering "spells" as if he was possessed by a ghost. He reached out and touched the back of the red light, giggling.

Luo Wenyuan was puzzled and asked Qingshan: "Wife, what kind of black magic is this?"

"Hey, I had Hong Deng prick his Lianquan acupoint. Acupuncture this point can help aphasic stroke patients absorb and draw in Yin fluid. Hong Deng is Red Lady, and she has cantharidin venom on her body, which blocked the Lianquan acupoint. That's why he's showing symptoms of laryngeal paralysis. He can speak, but it's all in a foreign language we can't understand, just like a stroke!"

Luo Wenyuan gave Qingshan a thumbs up and said, "My wife is awesome!" Then he hugged Qingshan and went back to the living room, waiting for the "deputy director" to come.

Villa No. 8 is located in the center of the garden community. Tian Xiaofeng was hung on the tree and screamed, which soon attracted many owners. They stood outside the Chen family's courtyard wall to watch and pointed at Tian Xiaofeng. The patrolling security guard quickly reported the situation to the property manager.

Seeing that more and more people were gathering to watch, Tian Xiaofeng felt embarrassed and stopped shouting. Whatever he said sounded like drunken talk and no one could understand him. He might as well save his energy and wait for his mother to come to the rescue. However, his mother did not come and his father arrived first.

Tian Yao had lunch at the company, said hello and went home to rest. The Y Industry Bureau is located in Lian City, a region with a developed seafood economy. It is an important government department. Tian Yao sits in the position of deputy director and has worked hard to provide benefits for his family in recent years.

Tian Yao's home was at the back of the complex, and Villa No. 8 was his only way home. As he drove, he saw a group of people gathered in the Chen family's backyard, pointing and talking. The Tian family, from young to old, looked down on the Chen family, believing them to be peasants, unworthy of living in the same complex as the upper class. Coupled with the incident of Old Lady Sun beating someone, the two families had become even more hostile. Tian Yao wished nothing but trouble for the Chen family, that they would perish.

Tian Yao slowed down the car and slowly drove past the road outside the Chen family's courtyard wall. He looked inside over the crowd and saw a person hanging from a big tree in the Chen family's backyard. He was more than a person's height from the ground, swaying in the air, and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.

Tian Yao cursed in his heart: Where the hell did this idiot come from? He went to hang himself! Haha, it would be better if he was hanged and became a hanged ghost to avenge those poor Chen family members!

The hanging man was swaying in the wind and slowly turned around. Tian Yao saw his face and wondered:

Why does this guy look so much like my precious son?

The more Tian Yao looked, the more suspicious he became. He braked to stop the car, not caring whether it blocked other people passing by, and got out and ran towards Chen's house.

When I came under the big tree and looked up, who else could it be but my son?

The owners who were watching the excitement around all looked strange when they saw Tian Yao coming. Some were trying to hold back their laughter, some were gloating, and some were feeling relieved. They all made way for him.

"Xiao Feng, what's wrong with you? Who left you hanging here?"

Tian Xiaofeng suffered a great deal. He was hung upside down and had already fainted due to brain congestion. It happened to be windy in Lian City at that time. The whistling cold wind blew Tian Xiaofeng like a top, with all kinds of flips and Thomas spins. In addition, cantharidin has a dizzying effect. Tian Xiaofeng is not an Air Force pilot, and his cochlear function has been disordered for a long time. He vomited all the food he had eaten at noon.

He was hanging upside down, with his face and head covered with vomit. Uncle McDonald's headgear was covered with half-digested food residues, which was so disgusting.

He could bear all these, but the key was that the vomited material went into his nose and almost choked Tian Xiaofeng to death. He couldn't cough it out, and he couldn't blow out the dirt in his nostrils. Even his breath had a sour and rotten smell. The more he smelled it, the more nauseous he became. He couldn't help but vomit the sour water again.

He had never been so miserable in his life. He was crying with his tongue sticking out. While he was crying, he heard his father's voice.

Tian Xiaofeng's face was covered in vomit, and he couldn't even open his eyes. He could only yell with his tongue bulging:

"Big brain! Big, zi ...