There were only a few leaves on the bodhi tree. If Daqing dared to pick it, she would definitely not let it go.
After preparing the medicine for Xiaoqing, the two took a short rest and counted the time. When it was almost Xu time, the two left the jade bracelet space and returned to the sycamore tree.
The ancients had almost no nightlife. They would go to bed after sunset and get up at dawn. This was basically the living conditions of all living beings. Of course, those who liked drinking and visiting brothels were exceptions. When night fell, This is where their real lives begin.
The male owner of the small courtyard didn't go anywhere today. As soon as it got dark, he lit all the candles in the house. There was almost no dark corner in the entire three-story building.
It was obvious that he was afraid that his wife and children, who he had viciously beaten to death, would come back to look for him.
He thought that as long as there was light, ghosts would not exist. Obviously he was wrong.
Ordinary ghosts are only afraid of sunlight, not this insignificant glimmer of soybean oil.
He didn't dare to sleep. He was trembling while sitting at the table. He had a few Taoist talismans from the Temple of Fortune attached to his body. His eyes were moving around, not missing any movement.
Suddenly, a cool breeze blew in from outside the closed window. He didn't know where the cool breeze came from. The doors and windows were closed, so there was no way for the wind to enter, but the cool breeze really hit him. The pores all over his body stood up at this moment.
Just like the cool breeze that blew when his wife's body disappeared that night, to be precise, it was a dark wind.
He quickly stood up and retreated, threw himself on the bed, and half of his body got under the thin quilt. The exposed half of his body was trembling constantly, and he muttered words: "Let me go, let me go, I I didn’t mean to kill you two. We are a couple every day. For the sake of us being husband and wife, please let me go this time. I promise that I will burn paper money for you every year on your death anniversary. I will never treat you badly."
"You should keep the paper money for yourself!"
A familiar voice sounded in the room, and the man who hid his head under the quilt was so frightened that he immediately urinated and urinated and became incontinent on the bed.
"Yufang, please let me go. I really didn't mean to kill you. I, I just accidentally made a mistake—"
"Let you go? You didn't even let your own son go. Do you still have the nerve to beg me to let you go?" Yufang's voice was very calm, with a cold murderous aura in it.
The lights in the room kept flickering and might go out at any moment.
On the sycamore tree outside, the couple looked leisurely at the room with the lights flickering on and off, with clear happiness on their faces.
Some people are not worthy of being human, let alone living in this world. Such people deserve to die. No one will feel sorry for such people.
The flickering lights finally went dark, and a man's scream came from the house. It resounded through the small courtyard and spread to the entire Luo Mo Hutong. How many people heard it, but they all chose to remain indifferent. The matter had nothing to do with them. Hang in there, that's their attitude.
This is one of the reasons why Yufang mother and son died tragically. If a neighbor dared to stand up and accuse the man of his behavior, he might be able to save the mother and son.
But no, no one stood up or even said a word for Yufang mother and son.
The indifference of human nature is really scary sometimes.