Chapter 340 Revenge
"Master Liao, Master Liao, I really thought of a way. Please, please spare me once!" Shen Zhong lay at Liao Er's feet, layers of hot sweat forming on his back because of the delay in getting a reply. .
Cloudy beads of sweat hung on the tip of his nose, and he felt so heavy that he could hardly breathe.
"Then tell me, what method have you come up with?" Liao Er raised his eyebrows and asked.
Hearing his words, he exhaled heavily, and then slowly said: "Master Liao, I have found my family. I am the only son in my family. They will definitely take money to save me!"
Liao Er took out the dagger he was carrying and played with it in his hand, but the people behind him understood what he meant.
The two sturdy men stepped forward together, surrounding the heavy body in the middle.
Seeing that their fists were about to fall, Shen Sheng seemed to react and hurriedly knelt forward and hugged Liao Er's boots.
"Master Liao, I understand, I understand, I won't miss out on interest." Zhong Zhong smiled with him, and the dough covered with blood and mud was squeezed together, and the face that was originally a bit honest suddenly looked very similar. Bugs on the ground.
"Huh?" Liao Er made a soft sound, but he was so frightened that he trembled heavily.
"My wife, my wife!" Zhongzhong suddenly became excited, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, and he knelt down straight.
"Master Liao has seen it. My wife is well-born. If Master Liao is willing to give me another chance, I will give her to you. I will give her to you!"
Liao Er seemed to have expected that he would say this. He just chuckled, bent down and patted Shen Zhong on the face with the dagger.
"As for your wife? I'm afraid she's been screwed by others. Why, you still want to use such a thing to deal with me?"
The scorching sun was so heavy that he kept sweating, but the cold blade fell on his face again and again. He only felt his throat tightening and was speechless.
"Do you remember that you said that you still have a sister?"
Liao Erqing said the word "sister" lightly, but it made Zhong Zhong feel even more dizzy.
He had already inquired about it, and found out that his parents could not bring back a few taels of silver now, but that little girl Shen Miaomiao became a restaurant owner, why couldn't she get back hundreds of taels of silver a month?
If, if that girl is gone, where can he get the money?
"Master Liao, Master Liao, it's not me who refuses, it's my sister, she, she has already made a decision."
In the end, it was so heavy that I could only pull Twelve out.
Although he thought about selling his sister, he could still exchange for some gift money. If Liao Er really took Miaomiao away, he would have nothing.
"Dealed?" Liao Er wiped the blood stains on the dagger on Shen Zhong's coat with a playful tone.
"Then I can only cut off one of your fingers."
His heart trembled heavily, and his lips began to tremble.
"Master Liao, Master Liao, I am serious, I can really afford the money, please, please let me go this time!"
After seeing many such gamblers, Liao Er did not react. He only let the two thugs hold down the heavy hand while he stepped on the heavy left hand.
Seeing that the dagger had cut his skin, Shen Sheng just cried and begged for mercy: "Master Liao, Master Liao, I know my mistake. My sister, my sister is the owner of Sanweiju. She has money! She has money! I will, tomorrow, I’ll pay back the money tomorrow!”
Liao Er stopped and looked at the two thugs.
One of them said something in his ear, and Liao Er took back the knife.
"Then I'll be waiting for you at the same place tomorrow afternoon. If you don't come, let your mother-in-law collect the body for you."
"Thank you Master Liao, thank you Master Liao."
The weight on his body disappeared, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Before he could calm down, he heard Liao Er's voice drifting into his ears.
"Tomorrow I will see one hundred and twenty taels of silver, and your sister."
Liao Er took the people away, leaving only the heavy body lying limply in the yard, sweating.
It had been less than a quarter of an hour, but now his clothes were soaked with sweat from the inside out.
"Damn, you're so unlucky." Zhan Zhan cursed in a low voice and staggered up from the ground.
Smelling the stinky smell coming from under him, he gritted his teeth and had no intention of looking for Li Lian anymore. He only limped to the backyard to clean up his mess.
When Aunt Guihua came back, she saw that her courtyard door was wide open, and the door bolt was broken into two pieces and fell to the ground.
Aunt Guihua paused as she stepped into the yard, quickly put the vegetable basket aside, and carefully entered the house holding a wooden stick in her hand.
Could it be, could there be a thief in the house?
Her heart was in a state of trembling, until she saw the mark of an ax being chopped at the door of Li Lian's room, and Aunt Guihua's heart was in her throat.
When she pushed the door open and entered, she saw Li Lian lying unconscious in the room.
Li Lian's face turned pale, and she was holding a piece of broken tile tightly in her right hand. The wrist of her left hand was dripping with blood, and the flesh was still bleeding slowly. She was so frightened that the wooden stick in Aunt Guihua's hand fell with a clang. on the ground.
"Li Lian, Li Lian!"
She quickly went up and hugged the person in her arms. Aunt Guihua pinched the person for her but she never got a response, so she suddenly panicked.
All he could do was wrap a piece of cloth around her wrist, and then hurried out the door behind her back.
She doesn't like Li Lian, but how many years has she been her daughter-in-law, and in the past two years, it was her son who couldn't stand her.
With guilt and panic in her heart, Aunt Guihua held her breath and carried the person to Jihe Hall.
"Respect, respect!"
Aunt Guihua ran all the way, her face covered with beads of sweat. Wang Jingzhi was cleaning the house when he saw her like this and hurried over to catch her.
Wang Jingzhi was a little surprised when he felt the light weight in his arms, but he still put the person on the small bed.
"Auntie, what's wrong with you?"
Aunt Guihua took a deep breath, then pointed at Li Lian and said, "She, she had a cut on her hand and it bled, she bled a lot!"
Looking at it now, the brown cloth strip on Li Lian's wrist was completely black. Needless to say, it was soaked with blood.
Aunt Guihua had lived for so many years, but this was the first time she encountered a member of her family seeking death.
Aunt Guihua felt uncomfortable in her heart when she thought that Li Lian might have been forced into this state by her own son.
"Auntie, please rest for a while and wait for me to take a look." Wang Jingzhi knew Li Lian. Although he was not very familiar with her, he had met her in the village.
Although she became a little bit sarcastic during her escape, but now she was lying in front of him with a white face as if she were dead, Wang Jingzhi was still in a daze.
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