Chapter 397 Now, she has given herself an explanation.

"You...you...you are not that bitch!"

Yang Shaokang looked at the girl in front of him in horror, who seemed like a completely different person. He endured the severe pain under his body and rolled and crawled to escape.

Meng Zhiyi raised her foot and stepped on his wrist. Now that she had regained two-thirds of her power, her strength was astonishingly great.

I just used a little force and heard the crisp sound of bones breaking.

Snap——

Yang Shaokang's screams, like a pig being slaughtered, could be heard again in the silent valley.

Meng Zhiyi was not satisfied, so he picked up the stick and started beating him hard.

Yang Shaokang's screams were heart-wrenching, and in the end, he fainted and died.

"Huh..." Meng Zhiyi let out a breath and moved the wrist that was holding the stick. The remaining pain in the body and the thinness were a bit too much for her to bear.

But thinking of the two old evil men at home, Meng Zhiyi endured the discomfort, hooked Yang Shaokang's trouser belt with the branches at the root of the tree, and dragged him back home from the valley.

Yang Shaokang's family's house is built at the foot of the mountain, some distance away from the village.

When Meng Zhiyi dragged back Yang Shaokang, who was half dead, she saw Liu Lan waiting outside the door.

Liu Lan is only in her early 40s now, but because of her hard life, she looks no different from someone in her 50s.

Seeing Meng Zhiyi walking back from a distance, Liu Lan's expression suddenly turned vicious. She walked over in a few steps, pointed at her and started cursing at her.

"Where have you been, you bastard? Why don't you cook?!"

While cursing, Liu Lan reached out to hit her.

Meng Zhiyi dodged to the side and avoided Liu Lan's slap.

It seemed that she did not expect her to dodge. Liu Lan was stunned for a second. When she wanted to continue cursing, she saw Yang Shaokang who looked like a dead dog.

"Ah! Damn it, who is it? Who beat my son like this?" Liu Lan screamed and squatted down in panic, but did not dare to touch it.

"Old Yang! Old Yang! Come quickly! My son is dying!"

Her scream called Yang Yong out of the house.

Meng Zhiyi stood quietly aside, waiting for Yang Yong to come out.

Seeing his son covered in blood, Yang Yong's expression suddenly changed as he didn't even know if he was still alive.

He looked at Meng Zhiyi fiercely and asked in a stern voice, "Who was it? Who beat him?"

Meng Zhiyi curled her lips, her eyes cold, "Why don't you think I was the one who hit you?"

"you?"

Yang Yong and Liu Lan looked over, sizing up and down the girl in front of them.

At this time, Meng Zhiyi was wearing an old-fashioned shirt whose color could no longer be identified. It was a tattered piece of clothing that Liu Lan had worn when she was young. She had patched it up and worn it year after year.

The pants were also Liu Lan's pants, and they didn't fit her at all.

He was wearing a pair of black cloth shoes with half of his toes exposed.

Who could have thought that the daughter of the Meng family would live such a life before she was adopted.

The couple looked at Meng Zhiyi and felt that she was very strange today. She no longer had the fear and dread she had when she saw them in the past.

Although he looked the same as before, his eyes held a sternness that made them all feel pressured.

"You have oppressed and bullied me for so many years, and it's time for you to pay back your debts." Meng Zhiyi shook the stick in his hand, his voice was cold, and in this night it was like a poisonous snake entangled with them.

"Who should start?" Meng Zhiyi tilted her head and looked at the couple in front of her who were looking at her with strange eyes.

She slowly raised the stick in her hand and tapped it between the two of them.

After a moment, the stick was pointed at Yang Yong.

"Then let's start with you." Meng Zhiyi grinned, like a devil crawling out of hell, emitting a terrifying and sinister aura.

Without giving them time to react, Meng Zhiyi picked up the stick and swung it at Yang Yong's head without blinking.

With a bang, Yang Yong was hit by a stick. He staggered a few steps but did not faint.

A warm liquid flowed down his forehead. Yang Yong, who had not yet come to his senses, raised his hand to touch it, and his fingertips were all sticky.

His pupils gradually widened, and when he realized that he had been beaten by Meng Zhiyi, his anger suddenly swelled up.

"You little bastard, I'm going to skin you alive today!" He cursed and rushed towards Meng Zhiyi with a ferocious face.

But then, Yang Yongchun could only get beaten.

Moreover, it is even worse than that of his own son.

Meng Zhiyi didn't stop until he fell to the ground and couldn't move. Then he pointed the blood-stained stick at the frightened Liu Lan.

"Now, it's your turn."

Liu Lan was so frightened that she almost went crazy. She didn't even care about her husband and son. She turned around and ran away, screaming in fear.

Meng Zhiyi would never give her a chance to escape. She traveled to this time and space to get her body back and didn't have much time to waste with them.

The stick in his hand flew out and hit Liu Lan's knee, causing her to roll down the ridge of the field.

Meng Zhiyi walked over and said calmly, "If you run again, I will chop off your legs in a moment."

These words, spoken by a fifteen-year-old girl, had as much of an impact on Liu Lan as witnessing her husband being beaten.

She suddenly didn't dare to move. She huddled in the field, trembling as she looked at the girl who was standing on the edge of the field, looking down at her.

Meng Zhiyi looked at Liu Lan coldly: "Go get them all back inside. Don't make me say it again."

Liu Lan was so frightened that she nodded repeatedly, endured the pain in her knees, and limped to drag the father and son back into the house.

Meng Zhiyi picked up the stick on the ground again and followed slowly behind.

Actually, the Yang family is not particularly poor. At least they still have three red brick houses, and the couple can earn 50,000 to 60,000 to 70,000 yuan a year from farming.

This income is not very high, but in the mountains where there are few places to spend money, it is enough for their family to have enough food and clothing.

Anyway, it’s not that bad that I can’t even afford to buy Meng Zhiyi a decent set of clothes.

But this family obviously did not treat her as a human being. When she was a child, she lived in a straw pile above the cowshed.

When she was a little older, Liu Lan was afraid that Meng Zhiyi would run away, so she let her live in the house.

When Meng Zhiyi stepped into the place where she had lived for more than ten years, the scene of how this family abused her flashed through her mind unconsciously.

Even though she had experienced it again when her memory was restored, it was completely different from actually standing on this land.

At this moment, she was being beaten repeatedly by those memories both physically and mentally.

Meng Zhiyi took a deep breath, and his murderous intent towards this family reached its peak.

She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, there was no warmth in them at all.

"Die." Meng Zhiyi smiled and looked at Liu Lan like a ghost demanding her life: "Only death can make me feel relieved."

In the darkness, a huge fire shot up into the sky.

There was fire in Meng Zhiyi's eyes as he looked at the flames that were baring fangs and devouring everything.

In the original time and space, when she returned, the family was already living a good life with the one million dollars from the transaction.

It was not me who dealt with them later.

Now, she has given herself an explanation.

At least in this time and space, she avenged herself.