Crazy host sweet temptation, cold licking the main god and acting coquettish

Shen Zhihuai came out from behind and put a thick coat on Si Mo's shoulders. The two looked at each other, but there was no time to analyze what was unusual.

Shen Zhihuai sighed helplessly and said, "Let's look for it first, don't go far."

"woo woo woo woo……"

Everyone took flashlights and searched around the Shen family's yard. They also met a few relatives who heard the noise and came out to ask about the situation. After learning that Shen Laoer's wife was missing, they put on their shoes and helped look for her.

Within three or two minutes, someone found the woman crying beside the toilet.

"Second son's wife, what's wrong with you?!" Shen Ren's eyes widened suddenly. Wang Hong was wearing a thin white vest, and the cold wind was blowing and her arms were shaking.

His hair was yellow due to calcium deficiency and his face was covered with tears. He sat on the ground with a pale face. Next to him was a smelly...

"Come on, get up first!" Several people almost worked together to help Wang Hong up, and quickly took her back to the house to warm up.

Old Master Shen was also startled. After he was found, he put on his clothes, stood at the gate of the yard, looked at everyone and waved.

“Yes, there is a ghost!!”

"Second brother, I really saw it! It's absolutely true, you must believe me! A white-faced female ghost with long hair and no feet, and she can even float!"

Wang Hong was wrapped in a quilt, shivering all over. She couldn't speak at first, as if she was really scared.

"Hehehe...female ghost, there is a female ghost!" Shen Zhi suddenly became excited after hearing this, clapping his hands and laughing: "Wife, she is behind you!"

He pointed at Si Mo, tilted his head, and his mouth widened even more.

Shen Zhihuai glared at him, and Shen Zhi immediately said aggrievedly: "Zhihuai, you are mean to me!"

"Alright! Rong'er, take your brother back to sleep and don't make any more trouble!"

After sending the people away, Shen Rencai sat down along the kang. Wang Hong didn't dare to look up at him, and kept muttering that there was a ghost.

"I drank too much water today, and I had to go to the toilet in the middle of the night. I used to go by myself, and my second brother didn't know..."

“Today, I really saw it!”

Wang Hong raised her head abruptly, her eyes almost popping out of her head: "How could this be such a coincidence? Someone just died in our village!"

"Second brother, I'm scared... do you think it could be... that educated youth who came to our house to take our lives?!"

"Impossible!" Shen Lao Er waved his hands. "Wu Zhiqing is a man. How could he turn into a female ghost to scare you? You must have seen it wrong. There are a lot of plastic sheets in the toilet."

"I didn't, it's true, you all don't believe me, I really saw it."

The woman cried more and more fiercely, and no one could stop her.

Finally, she was gasping for breath, and she was so tired from crying that she didn't know whether she fell asleep or fainted.

The Shen family was busy all night long taking care of Wang Hong. After all, she was the wife of Shen Laoer, and a powerless woman. The news of their disturbance spread to the surrounding neighbors. The Shen family tried every way to take care of her, fearing that the news would get back to her parents' home and she would be falsely accused of mistreating her daughter.

At noon the next day, the educated youth got off work early. When Si Mo came back, he saw Shen Ren wandering in the yard. His sharp eyes scanned the chicken coop, and finally caught a fat and big rooster, which he tied up with wire.

"Uncle Shen, are you killing a chicken today?" He thought about it briefly, and it seemed that there was no festival worth celebrating today. Seeing the big rooster screaming miserably, Si Mo frowned slightly and said, "Do you need my help?"

Father Shen straightened up when he heard the voice, and walked out from the flying chicken and goose feathers. His body was a little dirty, but the smile on his face did not diminish: "Si Zhiqing is back, no need!"

"It's just killing a chicken. I have more experience than you." Si Zhiqing probably won't have the chance to use this skill when he returns to the city, but Shen Ren still said, "If Si Zhiqing wants to learn, just watch. Otherwise, follow Zhihuai into the house. Don't scare yourself when you see blood later."

He wasn't scared when facing a human's cold corpse before, so how could Si Mo react to it being just a chicken?

"It's because the second son's wife is frightened and is clamoring for chicken soup. It's just right, so let's kill one to replenish our energy. Si Zhiqing, I'll give you this chicken leg later!"

The educated youth stood there and watched, and curled his lips slightly: "Is Second Aunt feeling better?"

Although I don't want to think the worst of people, the fact that Wang Hong was frightened itself has many suspicious points. Now she is relying on... to order the Shen family around. If she only tortured her husband, it would be fine.

But Mr. Shen was an honest and sincere man, yet he had to watch her foolishly order him around. Si Mo couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.

What's more, the chickens and ducks raised by the Shen family are limited and they are waiting to be sold for money during the Chinese New Year. They are reluctant to eat even one in the normal months. Even Mr. Shen, who needs nutrition, cannot be persuaded.

The second Shen's family didn't spend any money when they bought the chicks. These creatures had no place next to them... Wang Hong was obviously being a rogue. She was relying on the kindness of the first Shen's family.

Si Mo was pushed into the house by Shen Ren after just a short while. As a burst of humiliating sobs and wails assaulted his eardrums, he happened to run into a boy leaning against the door with a fierce look in his eyes that had not yet subsided.

The scene seemed strangely familiar.

"Who is...?" There were only two people standing in the room, or rather, one standing and the other kneeling. Si Mo looked around and recognized that the one kneeling was Shen Zhi.

He was wiping his tears when he looked up and saw Si Mo coming. He opened his mouth to call for help, but seemed to be terrified of something and bit his lower lip in grievance.

The big tears fell to the ground, but did not win anyone's sympathy. Shen Zhihuai was upset seeing him like that, and his face turned very dark. Shen Zhi was also an adult, and all he did was cry and call for his mother all day long.

"What's wrong with Zhihuai? Did he do something wrong again?" The educated youth's gaze stayed on the man's face on the ground for only a second before he retracted it angrily and looked at Shen Zhihuai, seeing that he was still angry.

"No." The boy squeezed out two words from between his teeth. After hearing Si Mo's voice, his emotions calmed down a lot, and his expression gradually relaxed: "Today, I simply didn't like him, so I beat him up."

"Ah, oh," Si Mo subconsciously glanced at Shen Zhihuai's clenched fist. Shen Zhi must have been beaten badly, his face was swollen like a pig's head, and the joint of Shen Zhihuai's middle finger was still red.

"Just say you fell down when you get back. If you dare to complain?" Shen Zhihuai stared at Shen Zhi coldly, snorted arrogantly, and kicked Shen Zhi's shoulder with the tip of his shoe: "Do you understand? Speak!"

"Wow, I know..."

"Make yourself presentable and get out."

Shen Zhi nodded vigorously, wiped the blood off his face and the dust off his clothes, and finally looked at Si Mo. Shen Zhihuai suddenly realized that he was about to raise his hand to slap him again, so he hugged his head and dodged for a while, then ran out in embarrassment.

"What's the matter?" After calming down, Si Mo put on a serious look and spoke to Shen Zhihuai. The Shen family had been in chaos recently. Even though he knew from the beginning that Shen Zhihuai looked down on the second brother's family, he had been holding back and not losing his temper for the sake of superficial harmony in the family.

If Shen Zhi hadn't really done something wrong and crossed Shen Zhihuai's red line, he wouldn't have easily beaten him up.

Shen Zhihuai sighed, and the struggle and sadness in his eyes flashed by, but was still keenly captured by Si Mo.

After waiting for a long time, he opened his mouth. His voice was deep and emotionless, as if he was narrating a story: "Xiao Hei is dead."