boyutpedia Chapter 102 Your family owes me a life
Chapter 102 Your family owes me a life
I stared at Zhongbo and Zhang. Zhang pretended to be serious, but her face froze and she stumbled into the room. Then I heard sobbing sounds.
Zhou Shufen walked over and slapped me in the face: "Bitch, you dare to harm grandpa, I will beat you to death."
She then slapped me in the face, and I was instantly dizzy. Zhong Bo is now Zhang's man. It is obvious that they want to accuse me of killing a loved one. Even if I don't die, I will have no face to live in this world, and my mother will have even less face to live.
They have such cruel hearts.
Seeing that I didn't resist, Zhou Shufen felt even more proud and tried to slap me in the face again. I held her arm tightly with one hand and pressed her against the tree. She was forced to lean against the trunk. I slapped her face quickly with my other hand and said through gritted teeth, "You said I was crazy? I'm crazy for you to see. I've been wanting to slap your stinky mouth for a long time."
I slapped her and her face swelled up instantly. Blood slowly flowed from the corners of her mouth. She struggled hard with her hands, but it was useless. After all, she had been spoiled since she was a child. I was not like me who had climbed trees and picked fruits since I was a child and had much more strength than her.
I slapped her again, and the other side of her face swelled up. She screamed and called for help, and Zhang and Zhou Shufang really ran out. I pinched her wrist and folded her backwards. In an instant, I heard a "click" sound of broken bones.
Zhou Shufen was shivering in pain while shouting, and when she looked at me again, her eyes were filled with fear. She looked strong on the outside but was actually weak on the inside.
Zhang immediately shouted, "Someone, come and report to the authorities." She looked at me with resentment, "I will make you spend your whole life in jail, let you be trampled on, and turn you into mud. Do you want to climb up the social ladder? Do you want to marry into the Zhenbei Palace? Do you want to marry Yun Hance? I wonder if he will want a woman who has been played with by others."
"Ranran, how could this happen? How is your grandpa?"
I saw my mother in the crowd. She looked much more haggard and her hair was disheveled. My father followed her, and he looked very anxious.
I shook my head and said in pain, "Mother, I didn't do that. Believe me, she wanted to harm me."
Mother came over and hugged me in her arms: "Mother believes in you. I know my Ranran. You won't do such a thing."
I leaned on my mother's shoulder, all the grievances came over me: "Mom, I'm sorry, I didn't protect grandpa well."
Mother's back stiffened, and she slowly stroked my back: "I don't blame you, Mother doesn't blame you."
The officers came very quickly. My mother cried and begged not to take me away, but the officers seemed not to hear her at all. They pushed my mother away, handcuffed my hands on both sides, and walked towards the yamen.
My mother and father followed me all the way. Before I entered the government office, my mother shouted, "Ranran, mother will save you. Mother has a way to save you. Don't be afraid."
I looked back at my mother and suddenly realized that she looked much older, and my father's lips had turned purple from the cold.
My mother ran over and took out a bag of silver: "Sir, please don't torture her."
A tall and thin official took the silver bag, weighed it, smiled at another official, and pushed me in.
The cell was cold and damp. As I walked inside, the prisoners on both sides stretched out their hands, wanting to get out.
When we reached the innermost cell, the tall and thin officer opened the cell with a key and pushed me in. I staggered and fell directly to the ground.
Another short officer said with a grin, "Someone will come to see you soon, and you will inevitably suffer some physical pain."
After they left, I sat on the ground covered with dead grass, and secretly reached into my arms with both hands. Fortunately, the silver needle was still there. As long as I had this silver needle, I could save my life at the most critical moment.
Not long after, the two officers came as expected and locked my hands and feet. I saw the figure I had guessed. She was standing there in a white shirt. I didn't believe that she wore this white shirt for my grandfather.
When she saw me, there was a crazy smile in her eyes. I looked at this half-crazy woman in front of me. I always thought she was vulgar, stupid and short-sighted.
My contempt for her was greater than my resentment. At this moment, I saw her laughing out loud. That laughter contained both sadness and satisfaction. I looked at her inquiringly.
As soon as she turned around, her laughter stopped abruptly. She looked at me infatuatedly, picked up the branding iron from the brazier and rushed towards me: "You bitch, you deserve to die. Anyone who killed Changming deserves to die."
I just felt a burning sensation and tried my best to get away, but was locked tightly by two officers. I couldn't move, my hands couldn't move, and my whole body was like a mindless piece of wood.
I heard the sound of burning flesh and felt the pain on my face. She laughed and waved the branding iron in her hand at me: "Changming, you should be able to see clearly in heaven. I have finally waited for this day. I will get back what the Zhou family owes you. The three lives of the Zhou family will accompany you in the grave. You can rest in peace now, right?"
My lips were trembling and my face was itchy and painful. I wanted to reach out and touch it, but I couldn't move my hands. Two officers tied me to a wooden torture device in the shape of a cross.
She threw away the branding iron in her hand, stretched out her hand and pulled the long whip on the table. The whip was soaked in salt water and dripped with salt water. She giggled at me: "Su Ran, I was the one who killed your grandfather. Since you are so filial, I will tell you how much he suffered."
I let my hair down and stuck to my face. I stared at her without saying a word. At this moment, I really regretted not killing her secretly. If I had known that she would do such a thing, I would have killed her first.
She swung the whip at me, from my chin to our lower abdomen, and instantly an unspeakable pain came over me. She showed me the whip in her hand: "This whip is the famous barbed whip of Yuanxi. It is made of barbed vines from Yuanxi. Every time you whip it, the barbs on the whip will cut your flesh and blood, leaving a bloody cut. Add to that the salt water on the whip, and you will never forget the taste of it."
I stared at her coldly, still without saying a word. She continued to talk to herself, "Your grandpa, I started adding some cold sand to his meals last year. The amount I added was very small, and of course I wouldn't leave out your uncle. Cold sand is a poison that you don't feel in the early stages. As time goes by, your body will become weaker and weaker. During the day, when you are awake, your whole body will ache as if being eaten by insects. At night, when you fall asleep, you will have nightmares. Before you came, your grandpa was already living a life worse than death. He was only able to hold on for so long just to see you for the last time."
I bit my lip and listened to my grandfather's miserable life. A man who had experienced many ups and downs, who had built his career from scratch and was full of pride, had reached the point where he would rather die than live.
"Oh, by the way, in order to get you to come back and see you one last time, and in order to prevent me from hurting you, he knelt in front of me and begged me not to join forces with Jingcheng. I broke his pride and had his legs broken, just to prevent me from dealing with you."
She became more and more proud as she spoke.
I understand why my grandfather didn't tell me, because he didn't want our family to become enemies, he didn't want the family to break up, and he didn't want to make my uncle sad.
If he told everything, my uncle would have to choose between my father and his wife, and there would be a rift between my mother and my uncle.
I yelled word by word: "My grandpa treated you well, and my uncle treated you well. Why do you treat them like this? Why do you?"
She swung the whip down again, and the chill from her body hit me. My thick cotton coat was torn by the hook, leaving a long bloody mark from my left arm to my right thigh.
"Because your family owes me a life."