Wei Gang used a lot of force, and Zhang Damao was thrown more than two meters away, lying on his back on the ground.
Fortunately, it was cold, and Zhang Damao was wearing many layers of clothing. He didn't feel too much pain from the fall.
He lay on the ground, his eyes fixed on the sky that was about to fall into darkness. He took a deep breath, then straightened up and stood up again.
He glanced at Wei Gang, who looked like a fierce demon, said nothing, patted the dirt off his backside, and turned to leave.
His thoughts were already wavering between coming and not coming, but Wei Gang's obstruction made the idea of leaving take the lead.
He had already caught a glimpse of it, but whether he saw the face or not was neither important to him, nor did he particularly want to. His return this time, in a sense, seemed to be the completion of some kind of ritual. Now that the ritual had been interrupted, he felt there was no need to continue.
"Wei Gang."
"Big Mao!"
Two aged voices rang out simultaneously.
Wei Changqing and Old Man Zhang heard the commotion in the yard and together stopped the two men.
Wei Gang turned around, and Zhang Damao, who was walking out with his head down, stopped in his tracks.
"Da Mao, you're finally back."
Zhang Damao's elderly mother also ran out of the house and tiptoed to Zhang Damao's side.
The old lady was quite emotional, as she hadn't seen her son for more than half a year.
"Da Mao, what have you been doing all this time? You haven't even come back to see your mother."
Zhang Damao forced a smile and wiped away the tears from the corners of his elderly mother's eyes.
"Mom, I'm just too busy to come back."
"Sigh, no matter how busy I am, I have to go home and visit Yulan..."
It seemed that only at this time did the old woman recover from the surprise of her son's return. She thought of her deceased daughter-in-law.
"The magnolia is gone, and so is the baby in her womb. What a tragedy..."
The old lady started wiping away her tears again.
Upon hearing the word "child," Zhang Damao's body trembled inexplicably.
He couldn't help but glance back at the coffin.
At this moment, Old Man Zhang also slowly walked over.
"father."
Zhang Damao greeted him softly. It had been more than half a year since he'd last seen the old man, and he had clearly aged considerably. Zhang Damao felt a pang of self-reproach.
The old man took the pipe from his mouth, his eyes fixed on the ground instead of looking at his son.
"Da Mao, now that you're back, kowtow to Yulan. No matter what, your father and mother owe her."
In this shameful marriage, the Wei family played a dishonorable role, and now the elderly couple actually know the truth.
At first, they were also angry, their son's life-long happiness was ruined by the Wei family.
But when they faced the cold corpse and the child who hadn't had a chance to see the world, the old couple's hearts softened.
Whether it's hatred, resentment, or love, with death, everything seems less important.
In the face of death, nothing else matters.
The fact that their son kowtowed to Wei Yulan to send her off was a testament to the kindness of the elderly couple and the simple, honest heart of an old mountain dweller who had lived in the mountains all his life.
Zhang Damao turned around and looked at the coffin, then let go of his mother's arm.
He walked step by step to the coffin, but instead of sticking his head out to look at the person inside, he knelt down on the ground.
"Knock knock knock knock".
He kowtowed four times in a row.
Zhang Damao knew about the three gods and four ghosts.
These four heads, I send you off to your final resting place; from now on, we have no further connection. All past grievances and disputes are wiped clean.
Zhang Damao said this to Wei Yulan in his heart.
He straightened up and glanced at Wei Changqing standing behind the coffin, his eyes devoid of any emotion.
He stood up, brushed the dust off his knees, and turned to hug his parents' arms.
"Father, Mother, let's go home."
"Huh? What did you say?"
The old lady was a little confused, so she looked up and asked her son.
"go home."
Zhang Damao smiled at his mother and helped her walk out of the courtyard.
Old Zhang glanced back at the Wei family and the villagers who had helped, said nothing, put his pipe in his mouth, and followed behind his son with his hands behind his back.
The family of three left the Wei family's courtyard under everyone's watchful eyes.
Wei Changqing, who was holding the coffin with one hand, raised his hand and opened his mouth as if to say something, but after several attempts, he could not say anything.
Only when the Zhang family's figures disappeared behind the dilapidated gate did his hand fall limply to his side.
She slowly squatted down on the ground, hugged her head, and began to sob silently.
A biting wind blew into the courtyard, lashing against the corner of the white-clothed mourning tent and making a slapping sound, as if whipping his soul.
......
It was completely dark by now; a whole day had passed since the battle began last night.
Search and rescue personnel from the county and city are still arriving. There's no other way; vehicles aren't coming regularly, so everyone has to walk into the village. This is causing great difficulties for the search and rescue operation.
At this moment, Jiao Bai leaned against a cliff wall, his body tense, holding a handful of stones in his hand, staring sternly at the three vicious wolves in front of him.
With his hands and feet bound, Yaji was stuffed into a crevice in the cliff behind him.
In the darkness, the three wolves watched Jiao Bai from afar, their eyes glowing with a faint green light, like several constantly shifting phosphorescent flames.
Although Jiao Bai possessed exceptional martial arts skills, he had grown up in a plain area without access to mountains and trees, and had never seen these wild wolves, which were larger than dogs.
The sight of the wolf pack was undeniably nerve-wracking.
If it's a human, as long as there's no gun, he won't be afraid of even if there are several of them.
But he didn't know how strong the wolves were. He could only stay alert and vigilant, in case they attacked him.
Time passed slowly, but the wolves showed no intention of attacking, simply pacing around in place. Every now and then they would howl, putting pressure on Jiao Bai.
Yaji's body was stuck in the crevice, unable to move at all except for his head, which he could turn around.
Seeing Jiao Bai's nervous expression, he finally couldn't help but let out a disdainful sound.
"Pfft, idiot."
The sound wasn't loud, but at such a close distance, Jiao Bai could hear it clearly.
With a furrowed brow and a flick of his finger, a small pebble was accurately launched onto Yaji's forehead with a crisp snap.
Even though Jiao Bai didn't use his full strength, he still managed to create a small blood blister on Yaji's forehead. Yaji screamed in pain.
"Damn it, you idiot, you actually did it?"
Jiao Bai remained silent, raised his hand again, and pointed a small object at Yaji through his fingers.
"Damn it, stop, stop, stop! What's the point of just hitting me? Do you know what we should be doing right now?"
When Jiao saw that he was about to take another shot at him, Yaji immediately chickened out.
This kind of undeserved sin is pointless to suffer.
Seeing that he had something to say, Jiao Bai slowly lowered his hand and said coldly.
"Spit it out."
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