Chapter 144 Meddlesome

"Sihui, if you go and say something, maybe..."

He said tentatively that they were all people with children, and in their minds, there was nothing wrong with how the elderly treated their children. Children should respect their parents, and beating and scolding them was for their own good.

"Uncle Zhou, I didn't report them. Aren't there enough people who have been criticized for this kind of feudal superstition? We are all adults and should be responsible for our own actions. Besides, the commune is owned by my family? If I say something, will the secretary let them go?"

Li Sihui looked up at Zhou Bashi, with a smile on her lips, but it was a sarcastic smile.

What you said was very harsh, and you almost said it explicitly. Why should you meddle in other people's business?

"Why do you seem like a different person?"

Zhou Bashi felt a little embarrassed by what she said. He muttered something in dissatisfaction and raised his whip to hit the donkey.

"It's right to change. Otherwise, tell me, how am I going to live? My own father dug up the pots and kangs in my house, my fiancé broke off the engagement, and Zhao Cuihua wants to force me to marry her paralyzed nephew and continue to work like a slave for her family. You want me to offend the leaders of the commune for them, and then let them go and continue to bully me, right?"

Li Sihui felt a surge of resentment in her heart, which might be the unwillingness of the original owner. She spoke a little excitedly, and only felt better after she finished speaking.

Zhou Bashi was speechless after her questioning. He silently took out his pipe, filled it with tobacco and started smoking.

The smoke obscured the expression on his face, and his face turned red, which was quite embarrassing.

He was so upset that he couldn't even say anything when a junior said that. If he had known that this girl would not listen to him, he would have cared whether she got scolded or not!

“Boom…”

As he was speaking, muffled thunder sounded in the sky, coming from far away and becoming more and more frequent.

"Look, it's going to rain, hooray."

Zhou Bashi looked up at the sky, his eyes showing anxiety. It would take another half an hour to reach the village, but the rain was about to fall.

Li Sihui looked up at the sky which was half blue just now, but was now covered by dark clouds. The dense black clouds pressed down layer by layer as if they were about to fall on top of her head, giving her a feeling of depression and suffocation.

The sky and the earth became pitch black, as if day had suddenly turned into night. Flashes of lightning flashed across the sky like sharp swords trying to pierce people's chests.

Zhou Bashi couldn't help but look at Li Sihui, remembering that on the day she hanged herself, there was suddenly lightning and thunder, and then she came back to life. Everyone in the village was scared at the time, and most villagers thought she had faked her death.

I was thinking about what Grandma Li said. She said Li Sihui was possessed by an evil spirit.

He felt a little scared. Although they said that feudal superstition was a lie, he still believed it in his heart. He was afraid that Li Sihui would suddenly turn into a ghost with a green mouth and fangs, come over and strangle his neck and suck his yang energy.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously pulled up the collar of his clothes, and glanced at Li Sihui from time to time. If he saw something wrong, he would kick her down and drive away.

I heard that ghosts are afraid of thunder and lightning because thunder can scatter their souls and lightning can take their souls away. I don’t know if it’s true?

At this moment, he felt extremely regretful. Why did he kindly pull her along, hoping to find someone to talk to? He ended up finding himself a killer.

Li Sihui felt his gazes looking at her frequently and looked at him with a frown. Is this guy mentally ill?

Seeing her eyes narrowed into a slit and looking at me evilly, my god, this is really what you fear will come true. Isn’t this the image of a death-chasing ghost?