Chapter 88: Using Bull

Wen Jin looked at the Yang family, his eyes narrowing inch by inch.

"Fortunately, I gave you the bell last night, otherwise it would have been very dangerous."

The Yang family members all turned pale.

Especially Yang Xiaoqing.

She was almost strangled by the female ghost last night, but after the Buddhist beads fell to the ground, the female ghost's hand slowly moved away from her neck.

Mother Yang's expression suddenly turned ugly and terrified.

If she hadn't thrown the Buddhist beads at the female ghost last night, wouldn't she have become a corpse today?

Damn bald donkey, you have such a bad heart!

When Wu Xiuzhu heard Wen Jin say this, she immediately looked at Yang's mother with an unhappy look and accused her, "How come Master Wen is not enough? What other monks do you want to believe in?"

"I also encountered a female ghost last night. I guess it was that little bitch. She kept hanging around my bed but couldn't do anything to me."

"If it weren't for Master Wen, I would have lost my life last night!"

Mother Yang had to explain that she met the monk first and then met Master Wen.

However, Yang Xiaoqing glanced at Wu Xiuzhu when she heard this.

She then realized that there was a dark circle under Wu Xiuzhu's eyes, and she did not look as energetic as before, and even her lips were a little purple.

I guess it’s because I didn’t sleep last night.

Wen Jin looked at them, and a hint of sadness appeared on that charming face.

She said, "You have been entangled by a fierce ghost. In three days at most, she will definitely find a way to take your lives."

Mother Yang suddenly became anxious.

She looked at Wen Jin pleadingly, "Master Wen, help me!"

Father Yang also looked at Wen Jin pleadingly, "Master Wen, I'm counting on you."

Yang Xiaoqing didn't beg at first, she just checked the time on her cell phone.

It’s half past six, Master Huo should be heading to the high-speed rail station!

As long as Master Huo comes, I will be fine!

Wen Jin glanced at Wu Xiuzhu coldly, "Do you want to save them?"

Wu Xiuzhu found this strange.

Although she didn't like that little bitch Yang Xiaoqing, Yang's mother was the daughter of her old sister, and she couldn't just ignore her life and death.

"Of course we have to save him!"

A faint smile appeared on Wen Jin's lips.

But that smile is quite intriguing.

It was as if he was wondering why Wu Xiuzhu still had any humanity.

She glanced at Wu Xiuzhu coldly and said, "Since you want to save them, then tell me in detail how your daughter-in-law Lin Yao died!"

"This……"

Wu Xiuzhu hesitated, her eyes evaded and she felt guilty for a moment, not daring to look at Wen Jin.

It's not that she thinks she's wrong.

She was just afraid that Wen Jin would ignore her son after knowing the truth!

No matter how important your elder sister’s daughter is, she is not as important as your own son!

Wu Xiuzhu gritted her teeth and said stubbornly, "She died of a difficult labor!"

Mother Yang's eyes widened, "Aunt Wu!"

Wu Xiuzhu turned her head away and didn't look at her. "I was right in the beginning. That little bitch died of a difficult birth!"

Mother Yang was deeply disappointed. She never expected Aunt Wu to be so cold-blooded and heartless.

She raised her head suddenly and looked at Wen Jin, "Master Wen, Mingde's wife was killed by Aunt Wu and the midwife!"

Wu Xiuzhu was anxious, "You farted!"

"It's her life that's short, it's none of my business!"

Wen Jin's beautiful face remained indifferent as she glanced at Wu Xiuzhu nonchalantly.

"You don't have to tell them, but you and your two sons will be buried with them when the time comes."

Wu Xiuzhu was completely dumbfounded and stared at Wen Jin with wide eyes.

Wen Jin couldn't help but sneer, "Why, you don't think that she only went after the Yang family and not you, the culprit?"

Wu Xiuzhu trembled like a sieve and could not help but kneel down in front of Wen Jin.

"Master Wen, please save us!"

"I'll tell you everything!"

Wu Xiuzhu wiped the cold sweat from her forehead. For some reason, she felt a little uncomfortable in her heart.

She panted heavily, and the harsh lines on her face trembled as she spoke, "She did die of dystocia, but..."

The memory goes back to the day when Lin Yao gave birth. Wu Xiuzhu stood at the door of her house and saw the midwife pouring out basins of blood and water. She took several puffs of her cigarette anxiously.

She grabbed the midwife's arm and asked anxiously, "It's been almost two days, and the little hoof hasn't been born yet?"

The midwife shook her head. "The baby is big and the mother is weak. Mingde's wife can't use any strength at all."

Wu Mingde was playing games and didn't care at all that his wife was working hard to give birth to a child.

He glanced at Wu Xiuzhu impatiently and urged, "Mom, when are you going to cook? I'm hungry."

"I want to eat braised pork!"

Wu Xiuzhu looked at him helplessly, "Mingde, your wife is giving birth, and mom is waiting to have a grandson. She has no time to cook for you. Why don't you let your brother do it?"

The screams from the house came one after another, like the last cries of a dying beast, which made people's hearts wrenched.

"Fuck! He died again! Damn it!"

Wu Mingde threw his phone away in annoyance and yelled at Wu Xiuzhu impatiently, "Isn't that how women give birth?"

"Other people were born in one go, but she was so conceited that she caused my son to suffer so much!"

The midwife's mouth twitched. "You can't say that."

Anyway, she had delivered babies so many times, but she had never seen a daughter-in-law give birth to a baby with just one kick of her legs.

She had no time to say anything more to the mother and child, and quickly ran into the house to continue delivering the baby.

After a while, she ran out in a cold sweat.

"No! Your daughter-in-law is having a difficult labor. Hurry up and ask someone in the village who has a car to lend you a car to take her to a big hospital!"

She couldn't let Mingde's wife die in her hands.

Isn't this destroying her reputation?

When Wu Xiuzhu and her son heard that they were being sent to a big hospital, their faces changed.

It's useless to be pretentious, little bitch!

I can't even have a baby!

Wu Mingde's forehead was covered with veins, his face turned blue with anger, and he cursed at the inside.

"Bitch!"

"You useless dog, if anything happens to my son, I will kill you!"

Wu Xiuzhu also spat fiercely on the ground.

"Other women have smooth childbirth, why do you have so much trouble?"

When the midwife saw this family, she broke out in a cold sweat. She threw the handkerchief into the basin of blood and turned away.

"I don't care!"

"Your daughter-in-law is having a difficult birth. If you continue to manage this, both the big and small ones will have to go!"

Wu Xiuzhu grabbed her arm and said, "Auntie, you can't leave. My grandson depends on you!"

"There are treatments for difficult labor, right? Just give them to her!"

Wu Mingde also slapped his head and suddenly remembered something.

"Yes, yes, yes, can't we use the bull's head?"

The midwife's face turned pale. "Are you crazy? If you do this, the adult will definitely not survive!"

The woman in labor was put on the cow's back and the baby was born.

But the woman's internal organs were also broken.

By then, there will be pools of blood on the ground, which will be horrifying to look at.

Wu Xiuzhu gritted her teeth.

If she had no choice, she wouldn't do it.

But her eldest grandson is important!

My daughter-in-law has a pointed belly and she loved to eat sour food when she was pregnant, so everyone said it was definitely a grandson.

She made up her mind and hardened her heart. In less than half a minute, she had made up her mind to give up Lin Yao's life.

"Just use the bull's head!"

"She's dead, but nothing can happen to my grandson!"