Quick Travel: Saving the Cannon Fodder Male Supporting Role

Zhao Yan was doubtful, but it was a happy thing to be fed. His brain was not very good, and he was being yelled at by Shen Huan all the time, so he was not in the mood to care about others.

"Daughter-in-law, you eat too, this is sweet."

Zhao Yansui picked up a piece of peach cake and put it to her mouth. Shen Huan bit a small piece and tasted it slowly.

Zhao Yan then went on to eat other things, including sugar-coated glutinous rice sticks, sour and sweet fruit peel, and his favorite peach biscuits.

"dad."

Father Zhao's body trembled when he heard that voice.

The sound seemed to reach his ears from a long distance, and there was still an echo, which made him shudder.

There was a coolness in Shen Huan's voice: "If you don't eat, work quickly, otherwise you won't be able to finish pulling out even after dark. If you don't finish pulling out, you won't be allowed to go home."

The last sentence was something he often used to threaten Zhao Yansui.

Now it was Shen Huan who said it, but it made him tremble. Now that the sun was shining high, he was so scared. He thought that after dark, the surroundings were pitch black, and only this woman, who didn't know whether she was a human or a ghost, was left behind by him. Shan Lin’s corpse, his stupid son doesn’t understand anything…

Father Zhao was so frightened that he wanted to die.

In order to finish the work before dark, he kept weeding frantically. The two people were tired of being together, and he did not dare to call his son to help.

Zhao Yansui didn't hear his order. Instead, Shen Huan kept playing with others, taking away all his attention. The two of them even played house like children on the roadside, and her bell-like laughter came into the room. In his ears, it was a soul-stirring song.

Hurrying slowly and perfunctorily in the back, Zhao's father finally finished weeding before the sun went down. He came out with a hoe. On the roadside, Zhao Yansui fell asleep on her leg when he was tired from playing.

Shen Huan stared at the distance not far away without blinking, and his body remained motionless. Seeing this scene, Zhao's father began to be afraid again.

His voice was trembling, and he asked cautiously: "You, are you asleep? Are you going home?"

Shen Huan's eyes focused on him, and Father Zhao was suddenly frightened, turned around with his hoe and wanted to run away.

"dad."

Hearing Zhao Yansui's voice, he seemed to be pulled out of a nightmare.

"It's getting dark." Zhao Yansui muttered, and when he thought of something, he suddenly became anxious and said in a tearful voice: "The work is not done yet, sissy, we are about to beat someone, woo woo woo, wife, sissy If you want to hit someone, woo woo..."

He said he was going to work in the fields.

Shen Huan didn't stop him.

Father Zhao looked at the darkened mountain forest. At this time, most of the people working in the mountain had left. He felt chills all over when he thought that there were only three of them here.

He ran over and grabbed Zhao Yansui: "It's done. It's all done. Let's go home."

Zhao Yansui was a little stubborn. Thinking that he had done nothing but just eating and playing, he pushed Zhao's father away: "No, I didn't even work. My aunt wants to hit me. It hurts so much."

For the first time, Father Zhao felt what it means to ask for trouble.

He didn't dare to talk to Shen Huan, so he had to try hard to persuade Zhao Yansui, emphasizing that no one would beat him even if he couldn't finish the work, and he would stop "Ma'am", so Zhao Yansui half-heartedly agreed to go home with him.

Shen Huan walked at the back and couldn't help but sneer when he saw this.

"Daughter-in-law, follow me quickly."

No response.

Zhao's father's heart was in his throat and he didn't dare to look back.

When he got home, he immediately went to their room. The quilt was clean and there was no blood at all.

The kitchen knife was washed last night...in his dream. He was slightly relieved. As he was crossing the yard, his eyes inadvertently glanced at the rope hanging clothes in the yard.

Among the many black and gray-brown clothes, there was clearly a conspicuous apricot-colored short coat, which was stained with blood, as if blood was dripping from it.

Father Zhao's scalp went numb instantly.

He ran into their room almost as if he was running away, looked around, then jumped on the bed, pulled the quilt over his head, and refused to come out.

Zhao's mother wanted to pull him out, but Zhao's father kept mumbling something. His eyes looked around from time to time, as if he was a frightened bird.

In the end he even ate dinner in bed.

On the other side, Shen Huan had a simple meal and went back to the room to sleep.

In the middle of the night, Zhao's mother discovered that the people around her had a high fever.

Father Zhao fell into a nightmare, sweating profusely, lying on the bed struggling and pleading: "Don't come over, I know I was wrong, don't come over! Ghost, ghost... don't come over,"

She woke up her eldest daughter to help him, and used white wine to cool him down. When the others were quieter, she became suspicious and shook Father Zhao.

"What on earth did you do last night?"

Father Zhao was not fully awake, shaking his head and shaking his body, saying "Don't come here because there is a ghost", which made Mother Zhao feel suspicious.

She didn't believe that Zhao's father would do nothing before, but she also saw someone just now. The couple were still eating her eggs in the kitchen, and they were still eating her eggs. She was so angry that she couldn't beat them.

"There's a ghost!"

"No, I didn't harm you, don't come over!"

"Ghost!"

"Don't come here, don't come here!"

"..."

Not only Mother Zhao, but also her eldest daughter who got up in the middle of the night to help was so scared that she couldn't sleep well all night. When they heard the noise outside the next day, they were still in a trance.

It was Zhao Huan who took people to the town.

Father Zhao didn't wake up until noon. After taking care of the child and feeding the livestock, Mother Zhao went to call her again, but she couldn't wake her up. In the end, she had to call her mother-in-law to look after the child and call a doctor herself.

There was a small clinic in the village, and the person attending the consultation was a female doctor in her thirties. After hearing this, she came over carrying a medical kit.

After taking his temperature, he was a little feverish, but not serious. When the doctor took his temperature and prescribed medicine, he heard his voice.

"I don't dare anymore, let me go and don't come over!"

"Ghost, ghost, I was wrong, don't come over!"

At first she thought she had heard wrongly, so she leaned over and listened carefully before confirming that this person was really talking nonsense.

When Zhao's mother went to boil hot water and came in, she saw the doctor looking at the person on the bed suspiciously. Her eyes flickered, and she walked over quickly with water in hand, squeezing the doctor's seat.

"Old Zhao, get up and take medicine."

"Old Zhao, wake up quickly and drink the medicine before going to sleep."

Father Zhao finally opened his eyes in a daze, took medicine under the care of Mother Zhao, and lay back down to sleep.

"Doctor, does he just have a fever? What medicine should he take?"

"The temperature is not high. He seems to be frightened. Did something happen to your family recently?"

As the saying goes, if you don't do evil things, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. This person couldn't sleep well, and he was talking about ghosts and gods. He obviously did something evil.

Mother Zhao didn't dare to look at her at all, so she could only say with a guilty conscience: "Nothing happened. I'll ask my mother-in-law to call his soul later."

The doctor is considered half a villager and knows that people in the village often engage in such things. She would try to persuade them at first, but now she has become numb.

"If you have a fever again, you still need to see a doctor. Take medicine first. If nothing happens, I'll leave."

"it is good."