Chapter 28 Are you dead?

In a certain abandoned house, Lu Jiaming was lying in a pile of weeds, quietly listening to the insects chirping around him.

He was taken captive here.

During the kidnapping process, two people changed.

Even though he couldn't see anything, but with his sensitive ears, he could tell the difference between the two people's breathing and footsteps.

"Snapped!"

He opened his palm and saw that the blood-sucking mosquito was as big as a fly. Angrily, Lu Youshan cursed, took out a cigarette and lit it.

He wants to sell his nephew to other places.

I heard that some people specially train disabled children and use people's sympathy to let them go to the streets to beg.

His younger brother and sister-in-law were both dead, and Yun Ting's whereabouts were unknown. There was no one to take care of Jia Ming. He thought that he had found the best home for his nephew, and the most important thing was that he could get a sum of money.

"Second uncle, what did you bring me here for?"

The more he thought about it, the more beautiful it became, as if money had wings and was flying in front of his eyes. Lu Youshan smiled obscenely and suddenly screamed in surprise, making the cigarette fall to the ground.

"Second uncle, why don't you speak? Are you scared by me?"

With a scream of "Ah", Lu Youshan covered his arm and watched in horror as a line of blood poured out.

"Second uncle, in fact, you don't have to be afraid. I told my sister-in-law and I won't trouble you. You don't have to throw me outside."

What should I do?

When Yun Ting finds Jia Ming in the future, won't what he did today be revealed?

The poor child couldn't help feeling sad, and asked with a sob, "Second Uncle, why don't you and Second Aunt like me and sister-in-law?"

After taking the money, he would play around in the county town for two days, and then return to the island when there was a boat the day after tomorrow. There was no need to work for nothing in the future. Anyway, money was remitted every month, and it was his turn to enjoy the blessings.

Lu Youshan was dumbfounded, bastard, how did he know it was him?Just because of the big front door he drew?

If Li Hui from the supply and marketing cooperative hadn't taken a liking to Song Wenjun, he would have also wanted to sell Song Wenjun.

Pooh!

Just knock him unconscious with a stick, and send a set of sacks to the middleman's house tomorrow to save trouble.

He was not afraid of Yun Ting coming back at all. If he asked about it, he would throw dirty water on Song Wenjun. He was his elder, could he still hit him?

Thinking of this, he hummed happily and waited until dawn to deliver Jiaming to the middleman. He would also get a sum of money. It wouldn't take long for his family to realize the four modernizations and become well-off.

"Second uncle, I know it's you, only you smoke that kind of cigarette."

I'm so bored!

Lu Youshan covered his ears. Why hadn't he discovered that his nephew could recite sutras before?

He babbled on and on, making his head explode.

"Where is my sister-in-law? Are you planning to sell her too?"

"Don't sell her, okay?"

Lu Jiaming was terrified. The knife in his hand was made of stone. His sister-in-law said that there were many such sharp stones by the sea, but no one had noticed.

"Second uncle, do you want to throw me away? Why did you do that? Before my father died, didn't you promise him to take care of me?"

"I'm obedient. You can sell me to anyone, but don't sell her. She is a woman and she will be afraid."

"Second uncle, are you going to knock me out?"

Lu Youshan covered his mouth tightly. As long as he kept silent, Jia Ming wouldn't be able to tell who he was.

There are many bachelors in the mountains who can't marry a wife. Song Wenjun, apart from being a little bit bad-tempered, lazy, and lazy, is still good-looking, and he will definitely be able to sell for a good price.

He secretly picked up the bricks on the ground, Lu Jiaming immediately became alert, and took a few steps back in a panic.

Hey!

The swear words almost blurted out, and he didn't care whether he would slap his nephew to death with a brick, and went straight to his head.

The more he kept silent, the more sure Lu Jiaming was that it was him.

"Second uncle?"

In the morning cooking time, I sharpened him up and let him defend himself.

I didn't expect the stone knife to come in handy so soon. Did he scratch the second uncle?

"Second, Second Uncle, you, are you dead?"

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