All the members of the brigade mobilized and searched the riverbanks, ditches, and surrounding mountains, but they still couldn't find Xiao Jiabao.
"No? Impossible."
“No strangers have come to the village. Our baby is only a few years old and can’t run far.”
"We need to find him alive or dead. Please, uncles and elders, help us search again."
"I, Xiao Long, kneel down before you all."
Xiao Long knelt down in front of the group who had been searching for him all day and kowtowed three times.
When Song Jingzhou, who had followed the others up the mountain to find his nephew, saw Song Zaizhao slumped on the ground, a complex look flashed in his eyes.
"Please help us look again."
"Be careful by the river, the stream, the ditch, the back mountain, and Maozigou."
"It was getting dark soon, so everyone lit torches."
In the entire village, only a few elderly people stayed at home to look after the children.
All the able-bodied men were mobilized, carrying torches and shouting Xiao Jiabao's name everywhere.
Song Jingzhou thought back for a moment.
I think I saw Xiao Jiabao when we moved the thousand-year-old house this morning.
At that time, Xiao Jiabao was circling around the thousand-year-old house when he was scolded by the eight guardians who moved the house.
Song Jingzhou was shocked. "Oh no, hurry to Granny Xiao's grave."
"Brother Song, what's going on?"
"Hey, hey, wait for us."
Several people who were close to Song Jingzhou followed closely behind.
A large group of people rushed to Granny Xiao's grave.
The newly buried grave was dug up again. After the sealed coffin was pried open, Xiao Jiabao was lying in his grandmother's arms with a bluish-purple face.
What's even more terrifying is that, like Yan Yan and Xiao Sanying before him, he was bleeding from all seven orifices.
A chill ran from the feet to the top of the head of the group of burly men who were digging up the grave.
"This, this Granny Xiao, she usually adores this eldest grandson the most."
"This, this, you even took it with you when you left."
Upon hearing the news, Song Zaizhao rushed over and could barely stand; his whole body was shaking like a leaf.
Gritting her teeth, she managed to climb into the coffin and touched her son's face.
"He's still hot, he's still hot, everyone please help him."
"Save my son, my baby is still hot, waaaaah."
Xiao Long scrambled to the coffin and reached out to touch the child's neck.
It was still warm, but it had long since stopped breathing and had no pulse.
He embraced his wife in grief, saying, "Confess again, confess again, wake up!"
"You've lost your child, but we'll have another one in the future. Cheer up."
Ah~
Song Zaizhao let out a sharp scream and could no longer hold on, collapsing into her husband's arms.
Xiao Jiabao went with Xiao Sanying.
The next day, after Song Zaizhao woke up, he grabbed Shen Chuntao and started hitting her like a madman.
"Was it you? Did you do it?"
"Is it because your Yanyan is gone that you've also killed my Jiabao?"
"You madman, let go of me." Shen Chuntao shoved Song Zaizhao away.
"Sister-in-law, you are so rude, hahaha."
“I knelt in the mourning hall all day yesterday; everyone in Gaotang Village saw it.”
"Who knows if Jiabao was just being playful or missed his grandma, and climbed into the coffin by himself before it was sealed."
"Hahaha, if you ask me, this is all retribution, this is retribution for the Xiao family."
"The Xiao family has done too many immoral things, and they're getting their comeuppance."
"First it was my Yan Yan, then Xiao San Ying, and now Xiao Jia Bao. Who do you think will be next?"
Shen Chuntao smiled wickedly, her eyes sweeping across the crowd like the forked tongue of a venomous snake.
Wherever their gaze fell, everyone instinctively took a step back.
Seeing Shen Chuntao staring at him erratically, Xiao Hu mustered his courage and slapped her across the face.
"You bitch, I think you've gone mad with infatuation."
"I'll drive you crazy, I'll drive you crazy."
After a few resounding slaps, Xiao Hu finally dispelled the chill from his body.
Seeing Shen Chuntao's condition, the onlookers felt pity and quickly stepped forward to comfort her.
"Alright, Xiao Hu, Chun Tao is just upset because Yan Yan just left, that's why she said a few nonsense words."
"Don't hit her. Besides, what she said isn't wrong."
“She was indeed in the living room all day yesterday, so she had no chance to do anything.”
"Maybe, just like she said, Jiabao climbed in by himself because he was playing."
The Xiao family suddenly lost two children and one adult, and a gloomy atmosphere permeated the entire house.
The villagers didn't say it outright, but they privately taught their children never to go near the Xiao family's house.
Even on weekdays when people have to pass by on their way to work, they will try to take a detour.
Due to a sudden change in his family situation, coupled with the passing of his wife and the lack of proper care in his daily life, Xiao Quangui aged more than ten years.
Shen Chuntao is slowly getting better, and she goes to work with everyone every day with her head down.
"Look, look, you're just staring at that piece of candy every day, do you think you'll see anything special?"
Xiao Hu slapped the candy out of Shen Chuntao's hand in annoyance, inwardly cursing his bad luck.
Since Yan Yan left, Shen Chun Tao has been extremely cold towards him.
Even when he tries to be intimate with her, she seems half-dead.
He would often take out a piece of brown sugar wrapped in oil paper, look at it like a treasure, occasionally open it and lick it a couple of times, and then carefully wrap it up again.
"Ah, my candy."
Shen Chuntao got off the bed anxiously and carefully picked up her candy.
"Nonsense! Humph." Xiao Hu snorted coldly, turned his head and went to sleep, out of sight, out of mind.
Under the moonlight, Shen Chuntao, who was as thin as a stick, stood by the bed.
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