Chapter 122: The Night of Returning Souls

Xiao Liu was almost scared to death.

Mrs. Liu died tragically, but it was because she filed a complaint!

So no matter whether Liu Pozi hates Tang Sanshui or continues to love her...she will not let her go.

She was so scared that she didn't care about taking things step by step and rushed to find Madam Lin.

She had thought of so many things to say in her mind, and she was really scared this time, so she started sobbing before she even entered the door, sounding very sad.

Unexpectedly, when Madam Lin opened the door, she kicked him without saying a word...

Little Liu had been punched by that gangster before, and she still felt pain every time she breathed even after a night. This kick by her directly hit the old wound, and Little Liu flew out and lay on the ground. She was in so much pain that her forehead was covered with sweat, and she couldn't even scream.

It was not until she saw the helper coming in that she hurriedly straightened her face, changed her sprawling posture to a gentle curled-up posture, and began to sob.

However, everyone seemed to be blind. She was such a grown-up standing there, but no one came to ask her, let alone help her. Everyone was busy doing what they were supposed to do, making her sitting on the ground look like a fool.

Little Liu cried loudly and sadly for an hour, but she could not cry anymore and could only get up by herself. There was no food on the stove and no water in the house. She went to the mourning hall, but the women who were helping her pointed and talked about her. It was obvious that they thought she was unfilial for being lazy while keeping vigil.

Xiao Liu was feeling very aggrieved and wanted to find Madam Lin to argue with her, but Madam Lin dared to attack her in front of everyone. Whenever she got closer, no matter whether she wanted to talk or anything else, she would just attack her without saying a word.

She was so angry that she got beaten up.

She was so angry that she didn't want to care about anything anymore. Relying on the presence of people in the mourning hall, she wanted to make a scene. As a result, she just stood up after mustering up the strength, and then she felt a pain under her ribs for no reason, and then she rolled on the ground in pain... She couldn't say anything, and the rumor that there was an evil ghost confirmed.

Xiao Bailian could not withstand the sword or the fist. After two or three days, she was subdued and kept hiding away from Madam Lin.

Tang Qingshan was not easy to approach, and Tang Dalang was also smart, so she thought about it and tried to find Tang Sanlang.

Tang Sanlang was born with brute strength, but he was actually a stupid person. She found him and cried for a few times, and his attitude softened a lot.

Before she could say anything, Tang Dalang came in and called the person away.

Little Liu wiped away her tears and walked out in disappointment, only to meet Madam Lin who came in. She patted her on the shoulder, then waved her hand and tied up her hair with a rope. Madam Lin easily jumped onto the beam and hung her on it.

Little Liu's scalp was almost torn off. She was staggering, terrified to death, with her mouth wide open, but she couldn't make a sound.

She was frightened to death.

Then she suddenly understood that what Mrs. Liu said a long time ago about Mrs. Lin beating her up was actually true! !

Madam Lin leaned against the wall, folded her arms and looked at her: "Liu Ping'er, stay away from my family. Otherwise, if you say a word to my family, I will punish you once. You can count how many times you can be punished... Even if you are punished to death, it is the work of an evil spirit, and it has nothing to do with me, don't you think?"

She paused for a moment, then smiled, very casually: "But don't worry, I have many ways to deal with people, and I promise not to let you die. Wouldn't it be too easy for you to die? How good is it for you to live like this?"

Xiao Liu's eyes bulged out and she looked at her in shock.

She suddenly felt that she had never known her in her whole life.

Little Liu was hung for a long time before being let down. Her scalp was so painful that it was bleeding everywhere. She didn't sleep all night. Then she became obedient and avoided the people from the eldest wife's house.

But we have to keep vigil together every day, so there is no way to escape.

She watched helplessly as the people in the big house treated the little brother and sister kindly and took good care of them. In just a few days, the small house had everything from pots and pans to bedding, clothes and even charcoal for the winter.

She was extremely jealous and resentful. They were just a pair of servants without parents! The eldest wife ignored her, a legitimate relative, and treated them as relatives... Why? But she forgot that she had received much more from them. When she received it, she never felt grateful. She just thought they were stupid and let her play with them easily.

After much stumbling, we arrived at the seventh day.

Xiao Liu really felt like her life was a living hell.

Then someone brought Tang Zhaodi over. Finally, someone from their own family had come. Little Liu was overjoyed and wanted to go out and hug her.

Tang Zhaodi suddenly moved aside.

Little Liu said in surprise: "Call my brother!"

In front of everyone, Tang Zhaodi didn't care and said harshly: "Just pretend you don't know me! I won't pretend I know you either!"

Little Liu was stunned: "I am your biological mother!!"

Tang Zhaodi stared at her, saying word by word: "When you took the money and ran away, why didn't you remember that you are my biological mother? You took away all the money from the sale of the land, why didn't you think about how me and grandma would survive? You are so unkind and unfilial. I don't have a biological mother like you!!"

Little Liu was terrified.

She never expected that this matter would be known to others.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Looking at the looks of the people around her, little Liu let out a whimper and ran away, covering her face.

The seventh day, commonly known as the Night of Return of the Soul, is the last day of the ritual and also the most solemn day. The masters will chant sutras continuously from noon until the hour of Hai.

Because Liu Po's death was inauspicious, the coffin has not been buried yet, so the ceremony is also different. After the hour of Hai, all family members must leave and are not allowed to stay in the mourning hall. Only Tang Sanshui is still kneeling in the mourning hall.

In the middle of the night, the mourning hall was filled with incense ashes, the altar was filled with offerings, a bowl of water and a bowl of grains were placed at the door, and the sound of chanting outside had stopped.

In the silence, Tang Sanshui slowly opened his eyes.

These days, he fainted more often than he was awake. Whenever he woke up, his internal organs and whole body felt as if they were being pricked by needles. He woke up from the pain and then fainted again from the pain.

In his entire life, he had never done anything, never helped up even if an oil bottle fell over, and lived a very comfortable life. But these days, every moment was so painful that he wanted to die early, it was too painful and too uncomfortable.

Especially now, he was tied up tightly, his whole body was like in a cocoon, he couldn't move at all, his mouth was stuffed wide open... his shit and urine were all stuck in his pants, and no one cleaned it up for him.

Tang Sanshui was feeling so uncomfortable that he was almost going crazy. His mind was foggy and all he could see was a dark, smelly coffin amidst the flickering white candles.

Just then, a rustling sound was suddenly heard.

Tang Sanshui paused and held his breath.

He seemed to hear the bowl behind him making a clattering sound, as if someone was eating the grains in the bowl.

Then, a cool breeze blew by from the side. Tang Sanshui raised his head and struggled desperately in fear... The extreme terror aroused a huge force, and Tang Sanshui actually rolled to the ground with the wooden frame.

As he struggled, the cloth stuffed in his mouth fell out, and Tang Sanshui screamed out in a heart-wrenching voice: "Mother!! Mother! I was wrong! Don't come over!! Mother!! Please let me go!!"

The hoarse voice spread far away.

The masters outside began to strike the wooden fish again and chant the scriptures in a low voice.

Combined with the sound of chanting, the screams became doubly terrifying.

(End of this chapter)