Chapter 155 Peach Tree Pole
Ah Hui carefully supported the trembling young master, and took the time to turn around and give No. 3 a sharp look.
A thing without good eyesight.
"I'm kicking you. You're just using those two eyeballs on your head for decoration. Come quickly and help the young master back to the house!"
"Oh, okay. I just thought it was normal for the young master to cry. How could a father not cry when he lost his son?"
No. 3 stepped forward and held Ye Lin's other shoulder, grabbed his armpit from behind, and planned to help Ah Hui lift the young master off the coffin.
After hearing No. 3's annoying remarks, if the young master wasn't in a bad condition, Ah Hui would have wanted to give No. 3 a good beating.
What's wrong with the young master?
Ah Hui angrily scolded No. 3
"If you can't speak, just shut up. Didn't you see that the young master was laughing besides crying? Who in their right mind would laugh at a coffin?"
When the master passed away two years ago, the young master was sad for a long time. After a year, the young master recovered and stopped crying.
Ah Hui thought
This time, the young master brought the master's ashes back to the mainland.
Fang Bo asked him to persuade the young master. He had carefully observed that the young master had been normal these days and had no emotional problems.
Besides, the master's ashes are now sleeping in the same room with them, placed on the cabinet in the room.
He can see the young master every day, and Ah Hui didn't see that the young master was feeling uncomfortable these days.
Why did you collapse when you saw an empty coffin today?
No. 3 and Ah Hui held Ye Lin, and they were only able to separate Ye Lin from the coffin with less than a fist's distance.
Ye Lin felt that he was moving away from the coffin and leaving his father. The uneasiness quickly swept through his mind, and the suppressed emotions completely collapsed.
The pair of dark blue cat eyes that were originally dazzling now reflected broken star spots, and the dark blue eyeballs were now turbid and deep.
He hysterically yelled at Ah Hui and the other guy.
"Let me go! I won't leave, let go! Get out! Who gave you the guts to pull me!"
Ah Hui persuaded his young master like coaxing a child,
"Master, it's cold outside, let's go back to the house first. The coffin is here and can't be moved away. Let's come back tomorrow and see, okay? Come on, let's go."
"I told you to get out!"
Ye Lin suddenly began to struggle violently, madly trying to break free from the support of the two people, and kicked No. 3 and Ah Hui in the chaos.
"suck!"
No. 3 and Ah Hui were caught off guard and were freed from Ye Lin's control due to his emotional outburst. Both of them were kicked more than a meter away by Ye Lin who had lost his mind.
They were afraid of hurting the young master, so they didn't dare to use force when helping Ye Lin, but they didn't expect to get kicked.
Ah Hui took a deep breath and took two steps back.
It seemed that the young master had used all his strength. His left leg was numb from being kicked by the young master, and he felt a little weak now.
When the master just passed away, the young master was not so devastated.
Could it be true as the eldest lady said, that the young master is possessed by a ghost?
"Yawn~ I'm so sleepy."
Two people came out of the west room.
The person walking behind was staggering with a messy hair, a long coat draped lazily over his upper body, and a pair of plush slippers on his feet, which dragged on the ground as he walked.
After walking out of the door, he yawned loudly at an inappropriate time.
The leisurely duo who crawled out of bed formed a sharp contrast with the group stumbling around in the yard.
There was not enough room at home, so Bao Anquan, a bodyguard and Ye Lin squeezed into one room.
These two days, Ye Lin and Bao Anquan slept on the kang, while Ah Hui and Bao Anquan's bodyguards slept on the floor under the kang.
Today Bao Anquan gave a lecture on health and wellness for the whole day.
Most of the goods were sold, and he also lost most of his life.
After returning home, he ate a few mouthfuls of food and ran back to the house to sleep when he was half full. If he was not afraid that Ye Lin would dislike him, he would not even bother to wash his feet.
Before going to bed, he thoughtfully left a kerosene lamp for Ye Lin.
He was just woken up by the sound of arguing in the yard. Thinking someone was fighting, he called his bodyguards to join in the fun.
Bao Anquan rubbed his sleepy eyes and glanced at the strange triangle combination in the yard.
It was too dark and I couldn't see who these three people were.
It doesn't look like a fight?
"What are you doing?"
Ah Hui and No. 3 were worrying about what to do with the young master and ignored him.
Bao Anquan wondered why these people ignored him?
He raised his hand to pick the boogers from his eyes and took a few steps forward.
Under the moonlight, a figure was half-lying down, with the upper body lying on the coffin, and the bony fingers were tightly grasping the edge of the coffin, the protruding joints were a bit dazzling.
As if he had cried too much, his chest rose and fell rapidly, and his trachea was gasping for breath.
Take a breath and laugh for a while longer.
My God, what is he doing?
Isn’t this half-dead person lying on the coffin his Ye Zi?
Bao Anquan woke up instantly, all sleepiness gone. He rushed over to check on Ye Lin, and found that one of his plush slippers was missing.
"Oh my god! Ye Zi, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"
After looking Ye Lin up and down, Bao Anquan found that apart from crying miserably, there was nothing wrong with him, so he put his worries to rest a little.
"Come on, Ye Zi, get up first. We have something to discuss."
Seeing that Ye Lin didn't say anything, Bao Anquan also wanted to pull him up like Ah Hui.
"You go away too!"
Bao Anquan was about to pull him, but Ye Lin noticed his intention and told him to get out in annoyance. He shook off Bao Anquan's hand that was extended to help him and pushed Bao Anquan aside with his backhand.
If Ah Hui next to him hadn't pulled him back, Bao Anquan would have probably fallen to the ground.
Bao Anquan's bodyguard saw that his fourth son was almost pushed to the ground by the young master of the Ye family, so he stood up to protect his master.
"What are you doing! Master Ye, how could you..."
"It's okay, don't worry about it."
Bao Anquan spoke to stop the bodyguard and tried to approach Ye Lin again.
Bao Anquan just stood up straight,
Zhao Zhaodi finally found the peach branches that Ye Dajun had cut from the mountains and placed at home to ward off evil spirits.
Without having time to talk to her daughter, Zhao Zhaodi picked up a peach branch as thick as her wrist and rushed back to the yard like a tornado.
The speed was so fast that the three bodyguards in the yard were unable to react.
Without saying a word, he raised the peach tree pole and swung it towards Ye Lin's thigh.
"Get out of here, little brat! You dare to get on my nephew, you blind bastard? I'll beat you to death!"
There was no time to stop it, and the one-meter-long tree trunk was about to hit Ye Lin.
"leaf!"
"Master!"
Bao Anquan and Ah Hui moved faster than they thought. While they were shouting, they had already pounced behind Ye Lin and took the blow for him.
In order to drive away the little ghost, Zhao Zhaodi used all her strength on this stick.
Ah Hui is thick-skinned and can endure it.
The young master Bao Anquan is still able to stand now, all because he is too obsessed with face and suffers.
In fact, his calves in his trouser legs could hardly stand and were trembling constantly. The pain from his leg bones had caused a thin layer of cold sweat to form on Bao Anquan's palms.
Although it hurts,
But Bao Anquan thought proudly,
A real man will never fall under the stick!
He wants to be
"Ahhh!!!! Stop!!"
Before he could finish expressing his feelings, Bao Anquan suddenly let out a scream that pierced the sky.
“Woof woof woof! Woof woof!!”
The dogs in the entire alley outside howled in response to Bao Anquan, and all the dogs bowed their heads in submission.
Even Ye Lin, who had cried enough and was lying on the coffin in a daze, thinking about life, took the time to glance at Bao Anquan.
Bao Anquan had been taken aside by his bodyguards.
The bodyguard asked anxiously
"Fourth Young Master! You're screaming so miserably, did Madam Ye break your legs?"
Bao Anquan was really impressed by this idiot. He endured the severe pain of his legs almost breaking and said with gritted teeth
"Idiot, if you pull me a couple more times, my leg will be broken!"
"Ah, is the Fourth Young Master really broken?"
"Get out of here, you idiot!"
Bao Anquan originally suffered only some muscle injuries from the beating by Zhao Zhaodi.
Just now, the bodyguard was impatient and rough, and dragged him away from Ye Lin like catching a chicken. Bao Anquan turned half a circle on the spot, and his calf was twisted successfully. Now he really felt a bit dislocated.
After the bodyguard was rejected by the fourth young master, he looked at Zhao Zhaodi with fiery eyes. The fourth young master was beaten right under his nose.
When we return to Hong Kong, Mr. Bao will throw him into the sea to feed the fish!
Zhao Zhaodi doesn’t care what these bodyguards think, she just wants to curse!
She was performing an exorcism on her nephew, so why were these people interfering?
The shock just now made her hands numb, and it was all in vain.
Zhao Zhaodi took the peach tree pole and poked Ah Hui, who was still protecting Ye Lin, and told him to go aside so as not to delay her from casting the spell.
"What are you doing here? Get out of the way! The ghost hasn't gotten out yet!"
"Look, he can't even cry at this moment. Don't let this child become a fool."
"This little devil is sucking the Yang energy from my body. I'm afraid Lin's brain has been sucked away!"
Ah Hui stood behind the young master like an old hen, guarding against Zhao Zhaodi's peach tree pole.
I didn't pay attention to the young master's condition.
Hearing this, he looked down at the young master, and the young master really stopped crying.
No crying, no laughing
Half of the person was lying on the coffin, his eyes were empty and dull, his fingers didn't move, he ignored them all, as if he had lost his soul.
Is his young master really stupid?
Ah Hui's heart skipped a beat, and he asked tentatively:
"Master, what is eight plus nine?"
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