Chapter 879: where is the money
Chapter 879 Where is the money?
In the silent ancestral hall, the figures of people hit by wooden boards echoed heavily.
Xia Yu had already passed out and was unconscious. On her thin light-colored clothes, dark red blood stains spread little by little, and soon became soaked and dripped onto the cement floor.
Will she die?
Xia Ling frowned, thinking uneasily. Just before the execution, the leader's words were clearly a statement of life and death. Maybe, maybe, Xia Yu would be beaten to death?
She recalled that when she was in the orphanage, she tried her best to save Xia Yu from surviving. She went through a lot of hardships and finally got Xia Yu to be safe. Now, is it so easy to watch Xia Yu being beaten to death? What did all the pain and persistence back then count?
Her thoughts were a little wandering.
Xia Moyan glanced sideways at her, as if reading her thoughts, and said, "Don't worry, she won't die." The last words before the execution were just routine. In fact, these executioners were very measured. They were also 30 yuan, and they knew it very well. How can you beat someone to death? How can you beat someone so painfully that their flesh and blood are mutilated without breaking any bones or muscles?
To deal with Xia Yu, the latter method was used.
Xia Ling felt a little relieved.
Although she hates Xia Yu, she does not want to kill anyone. No matter how many things Xia Yu did, she did not really kill her son, so it would not be a life for a life. She recalled that in the orphanage, the young Xia Yu held her by the corner of her clothes and called her sister... so innocently.
Xia Yu, have you ever been sincere to her?
Even just for a short moment?
Board, the voice became deeper and gradually stopped.
The executioner bent down, felt Xia Yu's breath, straightened up and announced: "She is still alive."
Xia Ling breathed a sigh of relief and didn't even know why.
Xia Moyan ordered: "Take her down to recover from her injuries. After her injuries heal, she will be put into Yixinzhai to copy scriptures."
The executioners responded, brought a stretcher, and carried Xia Yu on it very skillfully. Several grown men moved a frail girl effortlessly. With the movement, Xia Yu's blood-stained and torn clothes fell apart, revealing pieces of beaten flesh and blood. Unbearable.
“Wait.” Xia Ling stopped them.
She walked forward and glanced at Xia Yu. The "sister" in the stretcher had her eyes closed tightly and her body was limp, like a dead fish without a backbone. It was full of blood and stench, as if she was ugly again when she was a child. appearance. She took off the cardigan she was wearing and gently put it on Xia Yu, replacing the clothes that couldn't cover her body and covering up Xia Yu's mess.
“Go ahead,” she said softly.
The executioners bowed their heads gently and saluted her, then carried Xia Yu away.
The clan elders also dispersed one after another.
As for Xia Shujuan and his wife? Afraid of being implicated, he ran away without a trace at some point.
Xia Ling’s family was the only one left in the silent ancestral hall.
Xia Moyan looked at his sister with a calm expression: "You are kind." He was referring to the clothes that Xia Ling put on Xia Yu, which was somewhat unexpected.
Xia Ling said: "We are sisters after all." However, the friendship between sisters only ends there.
She turned around and left the ancestral hall with her family.
This small episode did not bring much turmoil to the Xia family. The only commotion was that the next day, when Xia Shujuan and his wife saw that Xia Yu was still alive, they coerced her into handing over the money.
"Xia Yu, you are an unfilial daughter," they said, "You have made money and you don't know how to be filial to your parents! Hand over the alimony for these years, or we will never end it with you!" Xia Yu lay dying on the bed, sneering, Just keep silent. She has seen through what kind of things these parents are. They have no feelings in the first place, and they still want to squeeze benefits from her? no way!
The family is not allowed to mingle, and many people from the clan come to watch the fun.
Seeing that there were more people, Xia Shujuan became even more enthusiastic. She howled and pointed at Xia Yu and scolded: "You bitch, you loser! You don't want to take it home when you have money. Now that you get into trouble outside, you know you will come back and eat for free! Again!" You're so dirty and smelly, but you still have to take care of me. Why didn't I beat you to death with a 30-dollar plan?"
She howled and cadenced, humiliating Xia Yu to the point of being worthless.
With their fingers pointed at, they didn't have the slightest sympathy for Xia Yu, the **** who murdered Phoenix, and Xia Shujuan's family, who were both lazy and lazy, and some of them just gloated.
Xia Yu lay numbly on the bed, Xia Shujuan's vulgar curses piercing her heart every word. She was seriously injured and had no strength to fight back. She stared at the simple ceiling with her eyes wide open, standing straight up.
The days of recuperation passed day by day.
Xia Shujuan treated her very badly. She never changed her dressing, and often forgot to bring her meals, not to mention taking such meticulous care as opening the window for ventilation, turning her over, helping her go to the toilet, and filling the chamber pot. Xia Yu's wounds quickly fester and become covered with abscesses, crawling with flies and bugs. Finally one day, she realized that she would really die if she continued like this.
Silently, rotting to death on the bed like a bed bug.
If you die...just die...
No one loves her anyway...
Her eyes were blank, unconsciously falling on a certain point on the corner of the bed. The magnolia blossoms on a light-colored silk shirt slowly bloomed. Even in a room full of stench and blood, it looked extraordinarily beautiful.
That's... Xia Ling's shirt.
She still remembered that on the day she was tortured, Xia Ling slapped her in the face while wearing this shirt and denounced her various crimes. But then, why did this shirt cover him?
Xia Yu is not stupid.
She understood after a quick thought that Xia Ling must have covered her up.
Hehe, Xia Ling...sister, you are still so naive and stupid. We are already enemies, but you still put a shirt on me? Is it to show your generosity? You are always like this, pretending to pity me to earn praise from others, you are the biggest scheming bitch, you know? !
Xia Ling!
I hate you!
I hate you!
Her tears flowed out, covering her cheeks that could no longer distinguish the color.
She, she wants to live, she wants to live better than Xia Ling, she wants to trample under her feet all those who look down on her and humiliate her! She stared fiercely at the magnolia flowers on the clothes at the corner of the bed and swore secretly.
"Xia Shujuan," the next day, when Xia Shujuan threw a smelly meat bun to her in a nonchalant manner, she suddenly spoke with a hoarse voice, "do you want money?"
Xia Shujuan was stunned for a moment, and then her face showed a burst of ecstasy, and she smiled triumphantly: "Hahaha, I knew you, a little bitch, couldn't stand it. If I had known today, why would I have done it in the first place? If I had said it earlier, I wouldn't have had to suffer so much!"
She deliberately abused Xia Yu in order to make Xia Yu hand over her money. Sure enough, this strategy worked! Xia Shujuan felt happy and asked Xia Yu fiercely: "Tell me! Where is the money?!"
(End of this chapter)