The old man's biological mother, his grandmother, has passed away. That old man can still stay for the rest of his life. Isn't it normal to marry a second wife?

My uncle has been talented since he was a child, and it is okay to be loved by everyone.

Therefore, he will never understand Wu Xiujie's hatred and resentment, nor will he feel empathy.

But when he thought of Wu Xiujie's personality, he swallowed what he wanted to say and said in a deep voice behind him, "Father, what do you need your son to do?"

Anyway, my uncle doesn’t like him either, so he deserves it to be today.

If he could treat him like Wu Tai, he wouldn't have to do things behind this old guy that would lose his head at any time.

But there is no way, this road is a road without return...

The only thing I can do is not let my two sons get stuck. Fortunately, the old guy didn't let them do things secretly.

He can only follow him when he rushes for this.

"You take your two sons to stay quietly in the imperial capital, paying attention to all the movements of your uncle. After the appraisal results come out, I will go to Xichuan."

"I know my father."

Wu Xiujie turned around and whispered, "Contact Huangsha and ask him to order Lao Shanying to cause an explosion accident in the near future..."

"Yes, father."

"... Although our methods are the most advanced in the world, China is extraordinary. Don't be careless, and don't underestimate their vigilance and ability." Wu Xiujie whispered.

Wu Peng nodded and responded, said a few more words, left the study and walked through the hall to the dark yard, but he stood there, then pressed something next to him, slowly, the ground was opened, and a staircase with a faint light appeared. He went down the stairs, and the stone slabs on it quietly gathered together.

The tranquility of the past has been restored here again.

Maybe it was a doomed night.

In the distant northern city, Lianjiangtun, five kilometers away from Qiao Family Brigade.

Although it is summer, people who have worked for a day turn off the lights and go to bed early.

The summer nights in rural areas are not calm. Frogs are croaking and insects are buzzing. Sometimes big yellow dogs will bark with them.

However, this still does not affect people's sweet dreams.

There is a family in the north of the village, with the gates tightly closed. This is five, half a mud and half brick houses. Such a house is considered a medium-sized family in this village.

At this time, the door was also closed tightly, and there was no light from outside, but an oil lamp was lit in a room facing north of the room.

The house is not small. On the north wall is a large mahogany cabinet with a snake-shaped statue on it and incense is in front of it.

There was a kang near the door, and an old lady with wrinkles sat cross-legged on the kang, while a man in her fifties stood on the ground, all of whom were looking at a man lying on the kang.

To be precise, a young girl.

Her skin is sallow, thin and harsh, her mean triangle eyes flashed with a vicious light, staring at the old lady, and said in a sinister way, "Milk, I can't wait anymore. If you can't let me achieve my wish, you will die if you have more than twenty mouthfuls of your family."

A hint of fear flashed in the eyes of the man standing on the ground, but he did not dare to speak.

The old lady sitting on the kang looked at the young girl lying on the kang and said hoarsely, "I have asked you to achieve your wish, but you are not good at it. Why do you want to take revenge on us? No matter what, this family is also a place to give birth to you."

"Don't tell me that this is useless. I'm not all you have to do with this point today. I'm slumped on the kang. It's better to die than to live. I'm not good, so you don't think about it!" At the end of his speech, he suddenly became sharp, as if in her throat, another sharp voice roared.

The whole room suddenly fell into an indescribable weirdness.

The old lady felt dizzy and was about to fall to the edge of the kang. The middle-aged man hurriedly supported her. The man said in a trembling voice, "Liu Ya, stop forcing us, you force us to death, we don't know what to do..."

"You are Han Xianglan's eldest brother, and my breasts are Han Xianglan's mother. Even if you are not a kiss, the family should respect you." The young woman roared with a ferocious face.

It turns out that the old lady is Han Xianglan's mother, the one that the old lady of the He family recognized. Her name is Han Li, and this old man in his fifties is her eldest son, Han Dazhu.

This girl's name is Han Liuya.

At this time, the old lady sitting cross-legged on the kang suddenly opened her turbid eyes, and a sharp light flashed in her eyes.

He gritted his teeth, "Well, if it weren't for me, how could their desperate character have a son-in-law like He Xiuyu?" Then he looked up at his eldest son, "If you go to the Qiao family brigade tomorrow, you will say I can't do it. Take Han Xianglan over and wait until she gets sick, and then let Qiao Qingyu go home immediately."

"That's right. I should have done this long ago. If you hadn't stopped you, Qiao Qingyu would have killed her when she came to see me last time."

Han Liuya looked at the dark-faced man again, "Dad, this is what Qiao Qingyu owes me. She has to pay off the debt. When I go back, I will give you some money."

Finally, I added another sentence, "But I will forget a lot of things, and you can just ask me for money..."

Han Li suddenly murmured, "I will make my life short if I do this. Liu Ya, you have to keep your word."

"You old lady are so afraid of death?" Han Liuya, who was sneering on the kang, sneered: "Don't worry, you old guy can live another twenty years."

At this moment, a cat's cry suddenly came from outside the window, and the room suddenly became quiet.

Han Li took the lamp and left the dark room with the help of Han Dazhu.

But unexpectedly, Han Liuya suddenly shouted, "Old guy, come back, I want to go to the cottage..."

The old lady looked calm and she returned with the light.

Han Dazhu walked through the outer room and was about to go back to the house. When passing by a room, his eldest son stood at the door, rubbed his eyes and said impatiently, "Is it so much that I screamed and howled in the middle of the night, so why can I stop sleeping?"

"You go to bed quickly, it's not your business."

"It's not my business yet. My mother has been tortured to death by you. Is it us next?"

The eldest daughter-in-law cursed in the room, "I'm so silly, I'm a slutty person every night. Why didn't God take her away quickly..."
Chapter completed!