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"Don't mind him; he wouldn't dare do anything to my mother. Just deal with that little beast first!"
Zhang Dahua finally regained his composure and turned his neck to look at Ke Tie Zhu. Ke Tie Zhu had always listened to his mother, and since she said so, there must be a reason behind it.
With the iron shovel raised above his head, he was about to cleave Wang Heng in half when a chilling voice pierced through the air.
"Oh? Wouldn't dare?"
In an instant, he felt his hair being yanked apart as Zhang Dahua's head was gripped tightly. With all his strength concentrated in his right hand, Yuan Zhong tore violently, ripping a portion of Zhang Dahua's scalp clean off, blood gushing forth like a fountain.
"Ahhh!"
Zhang Dahua's screams echoed like a pig being slaughtered, his face drenched in blood and looking terrifying.
Ke Tie Zhu and Wang Heng were both frozen in shock at the gruesome sight before them, even dropping the iron shovel onto the ground.
"Mother! Let go of my mother!"
Ke Tie Zhu wanted to rush over but hesitated, fearing that Wang Zhao might commit an even more brutal act next.
"What are you standing there for? Go get your things!"
"Oh, right!"
Wang Heng quickly scrambled to his feet, grabbed the iron shovel from the ground, and rushed inside the house.
Wang Zhao expressionlessly held onto Zhang Cuihua and kicked her down to the ground.
"Stay put; otherwise, I'll take your lives!"
Wang Zhao's voice was low and menacing, but to Zhang Dahua and his mother, it sounded like thunder rolling in their ears. They dared not delay and nodded repeatedly.
"Have you got the stuff?"
"Yes, I've got it!"
"Let's go!"
They walked out of the courtyard one after another and climbed onto the Ox Cart, leaving without looking back.
"Mother, just rest here; I'll take care of my brother. This is our Godfather; he's very good to us, so don't worry!"
The young boy gently placed the last handful of soil on the mound and patted it, just as his mother used to do when he was a child, lulling him to sleep with her tenderness.
"Mother, I’ve placed your favorite bracelet by your side. Let it keep you company. I miss you so much, Mother!"
Tears streamed down the boy's face uncontrollably as he rose and embraced the gravestone, crying out in anguish.
Wang Zhao turned away and took a deep breath. He understood that the boy was releasing all the grievances and injustices he had endured over the years.
It was better to let it out than to keep it bottled up inside, which could be suffocating—just like how he felt himself.
Seeing that the boy had cried enough, Wang Zhao walked over and patted him on the shoulder.
"Gou Sheng Niang, don’t worry. I, Wang Zhao, may not have great abilities, but I promise you, with these two children by my side, they will never go hungry!"
Wang Zhao bent down to light an incense stick and helped Wang Heng to his feet. He draped his arm over Wang Heng's shoulder, pulling him close.
The father and son walked out of the forest like this, side by side, while the incense before Gou Sheng Niang’s gravestone flickered dimly, as if reflecting a sense of reluctance.
That day, Yang Qinghe had just completed a secret mission assigned by the organization and was granted half a day off.
As soon as he entered the house, he was greeted by the delicious aroma of food.
"Yang Qinghe is back! Come in and wash your hands for dinner!"
Yang Mother heard the sound of the door and knew her son had returned.
"What are you doing here?"
Yang Qinghe tossed his jacket onto the sofa and noticed Xue Lan chatting with Yang Qingping in the living room.
"Yang Qinghe! Come here and chat with us!"
Yang Qingping called out, knowing that his younger brother would never sit down to join them on his own.
"Hello, Yang Qinghe!"
Xue Lan smiled beautifully, her cheeks adorned with deep dimples as she greeted him warmly.
"Hi there! You ladies chat; I’m tired and going to rest!"
"Huh?"
Without waiting for a response, Yang Qinghe headed straight into his room without pausing for even a moment.
Xue Lan's face showed clear disappointment, but she politely sat down to continue chatting with Yang Qingping. With Yang Qinghe taking a break, she wanted to seize the opportunity to spend time with him.
Yang Qinghe returned to his room and sat at his desk, carefully taking out the military knife from the drawer and wiping it gently. Everything that had happened in Shi Gou Village felt like a dream, so unreal. He always had the illusion that his Xiao Yu was not dead, but merely hiding away playfully.
Knock, knock, knock!
Yang Qinghe pulled his thoughts back to reality and got up to open the door.
"Could you show me around your home?"
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