Chapter 390: Climb a mountain of swords, plunge into a sea of ​​fire, and fry in a frying pan...



Yang Lanhua stopped talking. She also knew the seriousness of the matter. But the person who was arrested was her precious son. If she didn't care, it would be like tearing her heart out.

But the old man had given up, and the second son didn't care either. What could she, a woman, do? She could only listen to her husband and son.

The three of them returned to the village. Looking at the villagers' strange looks, Han Baoguo felt hot on his face.

Yang Lanhua stopped crying. She lowered her head in embarrassment, followed the old man, and hurried back home.

Han Zhenhua listened to his mother's suppressed crying and felt very annoyed. He didn't want to stay at home for a moment. He took two cakes and went to work in the fields.

Han Baoguo pulled Yang Lanhua into the house, gave her some advice, and told her what he was thinking.

"Old lady, the trouble the third brother has caused this time is too big to be dealt with. Let's just leave it as it is. Don't look for anyone else. It's useless. Hide the gold bar in your hand. We will rely on that little money for our retirement in the future."

Yang Lanhua is not stupid and knows the importance of the matter. She just can't bear to leave her youngest son.

"Old man, is that boss really not something you can rely on at all? Why don't you go ask him again..." Yang Lanhua said unwillingly.

Han Baoguo waved his hands impatiently, "Don't mention this matter anymore. What kind of people are the boss and his wife? Haven't you figured it out yet? They are just ungrateful bastards. You can't count on them. Forget about it."

He was no longer afraid of embarrassment and told Yang Lanhua about his last experience to prevent her from having any unrealistic ideas.

"The last time I went to look for him, I didn't even see the eldest and his wife. The two old men from the Du family kicked me out and cursed me very badly. I don't have the face to go there again."

Yang Lanhua was furious when she heard this and cursed with gnashing teeth.

"This family of short-lived ghosts will one day receive retribution. After death, they will go to the eighteen levels of hell. They will be forced to climb mountains of knives, descend into seas of fire, and be fried in a frying pan..."

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