"What else do you want to say?" Yang Huazhong stopped and asked again with a stern face.

Wang Shuanzi apologized and said: "As for my second sister, I will still go find her later. I will make things clear to her so that she will not anger Meier again."

Yang Huazhong pondered for a moment, "This is your old Wang family's business. I don't care. I only care about my sister. If something like this happens again, I will take her back. Our old Yang family can still afford a pair of chopsticks."

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After sending Yang Huazhong and others away, Wang Shuanzi stood holding on to the courtyard wall, almost exhausted.

Not long after returning home, Yang Ruoqing came over.

"Dad, Mom, I went to Xiangjiazhuang to deliver things to Xiaoduo and his wife at noon. I heard about my aunt just after I came back. How is she doing now?"

Mrs. Sun took a look at what Yang Ruoqing was wearing. It was obvious that she had just arrived home and hadn't even had time to change her shoes.

"Fortunately, it was discovered early and a life was saved."

As Sun was speaking, she stood up and brought a dry handkerchief to Yang Ruoqing, "Here, wipe away the sweat."

Yang Ruoqing took it and wiped it casually.

My head was so hot and sweaty that it was hard to wipe it off with a dry handkerchief. I had to go to the backyard and bury my face in the cool well water to get rid of it.

"Mom, why did my aunt hang herself? Could it be related to the chicken legs thing yesterday?" Yang Ruoqing sat down next to Sun and asked again.

Sun sighed and told Yang Ruoqing exactly what happened.

Finally, we talked about the female voice who encouraged Yang Huamei to hang herself.

"Before, when your father was here, I didn't dare to say anything, for fear that he would say that we women are suspicious and have to think that way about everything."

"But after thinking about it, I still feel that this matter is mysterious. Xiao Hei's grandma hanged herself when her head got hot!"

Yang Ruoqing sat there and carefully digested this large amount of information.

"Mom, at that time, my aunt was exhausted, exhausted, and full of anger. Wang Chunhua spoke arrogantly, which irritated my aunt. Is it possible that my aunt had auditory hallucinations in that state?"

Yang Ruoqing told Sun while analyzing, "Think about it, sometimes a person does something in a trance, and he has no memory of it at all, just like we sometimes walk absentmindedly.

I took a side road, and when I came back to my senses, I was confused, why did I take this path? Do you think so?"

Mrs. Sun frowned and thought carefully, "It seems to make some sense. I often get distracted. I go to the kitchen to get the basket, but then I come out grabbing the broom."

Yang Ruoqing nodded, maybe there are mysterious things in this world, but the sky is clear and the hall is full of people, so there can't be anything supernatural. He found the rope and hung it on the beam, tied it well, and then pulled Yang Huamei from the bed.

Get up and put her on the stool to stand, then push her head into the noose...

Even if dark matter exists, it is still a radio wave, just like the signals crisscrossing around us. It exists, but it is invisible to our naked eyes. It requires special instruments to receive and transform it.

Perhaps at a certain moment, Yang Huamei's magnetic field happened to overlap with the dark matter, thus affecting her behavior.

But it is more likely that she was in a trance after experiencing the ups and downs of her emotions. She did everything without knowing it. Because she didn't know and was panicked, she tried her best to deny it and blamed it all on the ghosts.

"Qing'er, what you said is certainly reasonable, but do you still remember what the older generation of people in the village said when Xiaohei's grandmother passed away?" Sun asked suddenly.

"What are you talking about?" Yang Ruoqing shook her head. Xiaohei's grandmother passed away several years ago.

Mrs. Sun glanced at the door of the main room to make sure no one was coming, and said to Yang Ruoqing in a low voice: "At that time, someone in the village said that two ancestors of the old Wang family also hanged themselves, and they were both women."

"It is said that the feng shui of a tomb in Lao Wang's family is broken. Each generation of the descendants will lose a female family member, maybe a daughter, maybe a daughter-in-law. Anyway, they will hang themselves."

"Ah? Is there such a statement?" Yang Ruoqing was dumbfounded, and suddenly, it seemed, she had the slightest impression.

"Xiao Hei's grandma was such a good-tempered person back then. Just because she saw Xiao Hei's father saying a few words to Da Ping Niang out of nowhere, she hanged herself up when she got home."

When talking about the past, Mrs. Sun was filled with emotion and sighed as she talked.

"If you really want to push it forward, when Mei'er and Shuanzi were engaged, Xiao Hei's grandmother hung it around her neck at the door of your grandma's east house."

"She didn't deserve to be killed. You happened to be there at that moment and snatched her back."

"It's possible to grab it once, but you can't grab it all the time. Won't it be gone the second time?"

When Mrs. Sun said this, she seemed to think of something, her face changed, she changed her posture and leaned towards Yang Ruoqing, and said with a look of horror: "Qing'er, tell me, your Aunt Mei'er is doing this for the first time

After hanging himself and being snatched back, will there be a second time like the little black one?"

Yang Ruoqing also frowned, "It's really hard to say this kind of thing. If a person has the idea of ​​​​suicide, he may encounter setbacks later and think about it in that direction."

"That's right, this is what I'm worried about too! What should I do?" Mrs. Sun became more and more anxious, as if she saw another rope around Yang Huamei's neck.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but feel a little amused when she looked at my mother's panic-stricken look.

"Mom, don't listen to the wind and the rain. I don't believe it. It might be a coincidence!"

"How can there be such a coincidence in the world? Something like that really happened to the ancestors of the old Wang family. It is said that one of Wang Hongquan's aunts was hanged that year."

"ah?"

"Well, it's true. I just got married at that time. I heard from people in the village that his aunt was still a young girl. One day, the sister and brother had a quarrel, and she was slapped by my mother. When she got back to the house, she used her belt to stop her.

I died myself."

"This temper..." Yang Ruoqing secretly shook her head.

A young girl of this age must be in her rebellious adolescence. There are conflicts between siblings, and the elders in the family must have thought of going to the alley.

This kind of thing also happens in modern times. Children are disobedient, clamoring to play with mobile phones, and threatening to jump off buildings.

Therefore, family relationships require communication, and we cannot blindly use the majesty of our elders to suppress us. As the saying goes? Where there is oppression, there is resistance.

Okay, I'm going too far here. Anyway, Yang Ruoqing still feels that the possibility of coincidence is very high.

Mrs. Sun continued: "I heard that Wang Hongquan's great-grandmother seemed to have hanged herself if she pushed it up."

Yang Ruoqing counted on her fingers and concluded that Wang Hongquan's great-grandmother and Wang Hongquan's aunt were related to each other as grandma and granddaughter.

Grandma hanged herself, followed by her granddaughter.

Later, Wang Hongquan's mother-in-law, and then Wang Hongquan's daughter-in-law (who attempted to hang himself), there is really a connection between them.
Chapter completed!