Suppressing her nausea, Liu Ye took advantage of Yang Lei's inattention, secretly reached under the mattress and grabbed the scissors, then stabbed downwards.
"Ah...ah..."
Yang Lei clutched his bleeding abdomen and screamed in agony.
Liu Ye tried to get up and run away, but was firmly held down by Yang Lei, who weighed over 200 pounds.
She was too weak, and Yang Lei was too fat. The scissors missed the intended spot, and Yang Lei quickly endured the pain, twisting his face as he grabbed Liu Ye's neck.
"You bitch, how dare you stab me! I'll kill you!"
Liu Ye felt increasingly difficulty breathing, her lungs were throbbing with pain, and her vision was starting to go black.
Am I going to die?
It's better that he's dead!
It's better to die. No more work, no more beatings, no more starvation, no more torture.
But I'm so unwilling to accept it!
After Yang Lei's rage subsided, he looked down and saw that Liu Ye's eyes were wide open, and she was already dead.
He angrily let go of her hand and pushed Liu Ye off the kang (a heated brick bed).
Damn it, what bad luck! I didn't get any advantage and ended up getting slashed.
He didn't intend to kill Liu Ye; he had been coveting that pretty face for a long time. He never expected to accidentally kill her.
No, we have to get Old Man Liu to refund half the money.
The door opened, and the three members of the Liu family ran over. They had all heard Yang Lei's shouts and curses and realized that something had happened.
"She's dead, damn it, that brat, what bad luck!" Yang Lei cursed.
Liu's mother started crying, Liu Shan cursed, and Liu's father's first reaction was: "We won't refund the money. We've given you the person, it's none of our business."
Yang Lei disagreed: "I didn't even get to sleep with her, and I even got stabbed with scissors. Give me my money back."
“No way. I handed her over to you alive. Now that she’s dead, I’ll have lost my daughter. Dashan is counting on this money to get married.”
Liu's father did not dare to offend Yang Lei.
The village chief was the most prestigious person in their village, not just because he was the village chief, but because all the young men in the village had to rely on him for their wives.
Yang Lei wasn't short of money; he was just upset and deliberately picking a fight because his wound hurt.
Forget it, that bitch really did kill herself. I need to hurry back and bandage her wounds.
"Alright, I'll refund you a thousand. It's settled then. If you keep arguing, I'll make sure your Dashan can't buy a wife even with all that money."
With their lifeline held in check, the Liu father and son painfully counted out ten red bills and handed them to Yang Lei.
After Yang Lei left, Liu's mother had just started crying when Liu's father slapped her to the ground.
"You gave birth to a good daughter, damn it, she ate my food and drank my water, I raised her to be over ten years old, and in the end she only got four thousand yuan."
Liu's mother covered her face and dared not cry anymore.
Liu Shan complained, "Dad, we only have four thousand left. Is that enough to buy me a college graduate wife?"
Mr. Liu shook his head. "The college student gets 6,000 yuan, which is the highest price."
He spoke to his son gently, saying, "How about we don't buy a college graduate? As long as they can have children, there's no need to waste money. Let's pick a cheaper one?"
Liu Shan jumped up and down: "No, Ahei and Aben are buying college students, I want some too."
"Besides, Dad, college students' kids are smart, don't you want a smart, chubby grandson?"
Mr. Liu did not refute this further, but the family's total savings amounted to just over five thousand yuan, which was not enough.
Liu Shan glanced into the house. Liu Ye lay on the ground, her eyes fixed on the outside, her death unresolved.
It's not that there's no way...
There are no secrets in a small village, and news of Liu Ye's death spread quickly.
Before it even got dark, someone came to the door. Liu Ye's body had been sold for a thousand yuan to become the wife of an old man's son who had been dead for three years.
That's right, he's been dead for three years.
In Xiaoliu Village, getting married and having children is the most important thing. If an adult male in the family dies before getting married, they will buy him a wife, even if it means buying a house for him.
At this point, the value of the willow leaves had been completely squeezed out, leaving nothing behind.
On the rugged mountain road, a cart was pulling willow leaves that had been washed and dressed, and the old man leading the donkey was the one who had bought the willow leaves for his son.
When he was young, he bought a wife. After she gave birth, she tried to escape, but he beat her to death.
He didn't have the money to buy another wife, so he raised his son to adulthood. Unexpectedly, his son died of illness before he could get married.
He had always been thinking about finding a wife for his son, so that when he passed away, he could give his ancestors an explanation.
When he arrived at his son's grave, the old man picked up a hoe and began digging a hole next to his son's grave, preparing to bury the willow leaves beside him.
A red cloth covered Liu Ye's head, which he placed on the open ground to the side.
As he dug, he muttered, "Son, I've found you a wife. She's the youngest and most beautiful woman in our village. Take her away quickly and give me many grandsons down there. Remember to visit me in my dreams when you have grandsons."
After digging for a while, the old man felt something was wrong. Why did he hear breathing sounds?
He was clearly the only one there.
Upon closer inspection, everything around him remained the same, so he didn't pay any attention and continued digging, thinking that he was just hard of hearing and had misheard the news.
Unexpectedly, after digging the pit, the willow leaves lying on the ground disappeared when he turned around.
A dead person... has disappeared...
The old man immediately broke out in a cold sweat.
Suddenly, a sinister voice rang out close to the back of his neck, cold and hoarse, as if forced out from his vocal cords: "Are you looking for me?"
"..."
Half a minute later, the old man foamed at the mouth, his eyes bulged, and he lay peacefully in the pit he had just dug, reuniting with his son and ancestors.
Why bother with dreams? It's too much trouble. Why not just talk face-to-face?
Qi An ripped off the red cloth from his head and threw it at the old man's face.
She pinched her swollen, bruised neck and couldn't help but curse a long string of profanities.
Ata was so angry that he shouted and yelled in Qi An's sea of consciousness.
"Ugh... I'm so angry! A bunch of beasts, scum, and degenerates..."
Ata was furious from the moment she saw the little girl, Liu Ye.
Qi An was also furious; even tigers don't eat their cubs.
Even the most ferocious beasts know to protect their young; these people are worse than animals.
Some sins can only be washed away with blood.
Therefore, Qi An's first move scared the old bastard who was digging the pit to death.
Anyway, he's already dug his own grave, it would be a shame to waste it.
After reading Liu Ye's memories from childhood to adulthood, Qi An felt deeply that some people simply cannot be called human.
This sinful place needs a thorough purge.
"Qi An, what are we waiting for? Let's go and slaughter those beasts."
Looking at the old man lying in the pit, terrified and his liver and gallbladder were about to burst, Qi An had an idea.
"Don't rush, take it one at a time."
It was already dark. In the basement of the village chief's large brick house, four girls huddled together, shivering in a corner.
These are all "goods" that the village chief just received a few days ago, and in the past few days, villagers have been coming to pick them out with money.
The basement was dark, with only a little light shining through the small window, barely enough to see anything.
There were lights inside, but no one dared to turn them on; they were more afraid of the lights than the darkness.
Because that means someone has come to select goods.
They are the selected goods, goods with prices clearly marked according to age, appearance, and education.
Footsteps sounded, and the girls trembled, looking towards the door in fear.
The sound of a lock being opened rang out, followed by a greasy, disgusting voice: "Let's pick one to vent our frustrations first."
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