Mrs. Liu tugged on Yang Huaming's sleeve and asked in a low voice: "It's not haunted, is it?"

Yang Huaming said: "There are many people and enough yang energy, it won't happen!"

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up and find your child!"

Lao Yang, who was walking beside them, gave a low drink.

Mrs. Liu shrank her shoulders, not daring to say anything more.

Everyone walked forward again, getting closer to the earthen kiln. They didn't know if it was everyone's self-consciousness that was causing trouble, or if the moisture in the forest would rise in the future or something.

A gust of mountain wind blew by, giving me a chill.

It's like someone blowing cool air on your arm or behind your ear.

Not to mention Mrs. Liu and other timid women, even Ms. Qian, who was anxious, was a little timid at the moment.

Previously, he was rushing to the front of the team, but now he hesitated a bit.

Followed closely around Yang Hualin, holding Yang Hualin's arm tightly with both hands, and looking around his eyes as he walked.

At the slightest disturbance, she was like a frightened bird.

"The one who is missing is your son, you should go ahead."

Yang Ruoqing said coldly to Qian.

Qian shrank his neck and did not dare to go forward.

Yang Hualin opened his mouth and wanted to say something. At this moment, Yang Ruoqing suddenly raised his hand and made a silencing gesture.

Yang Hualin was so frightened that he also took a breath of cold air.

"Don't make any noise, listen, there is a sound!"

Yang Ruoqing said in a low voice.

Everyone held their breath. Although no one spoke, the pounding heartbeats were very clear.

"What was the noise? Why didn't we hear it?" After a while, Yang Hualin asked in a low voice.

"It's a child's cry!" Yang Ruoqing said.

"ah!"

Qian, Liu and others almost screamed.

Yang Ruoqing rolled her eyes at them, are these women mentally ill?

What is the purpose of everyone coming here?

Find blessings!

Shouldn't it be exciting to hear a child crying?

Why do you always think about ghosts and gods? When doing serious things, can you be more serious?

"Qing'er, where did the sound come from? I didn't hear it either!" Old Yang came over and asked.

Yang Ruoqing's ear is the most powerful among these people.

She raised her hand and pointed to the dark earthen kiln in front of her: "Inside."

Old Yang was startled for a moment. After all, the old man had lived for most of his life and was the head of the Old Yang family.

Immediately he waved his hand: "Come on, everyone, cheer up, let's go into the earthen kiln to find the child!"

Everyone pushed forward together and finally came to the area around the earthen kiln, which was regarded as a forbidden area.

The surrounding ground is uneven.

There are small earthen bags one after another, with vegetation growing on them and small flowers blooming on them.

Then there were wooden signs inserted. There were no words on them, and many of them had rotted due to exposure to the sun and rain.

However, everyone tacitly avoided the small earthen bags with wooden signs, not daring to disturb the young souls resting inside, and walked in a meandering way towards the collapsed entrance of the earthen kiln.

As soon as I arrived at the door of the earthen kiln, before I could stand firm, I heard the cry of a child again from inside.

Although everyone was mentally prepared for the cry of a child to be heard in a place like this, they were still startled.

After I came back to my senses, I was very excited again.

Because after this cry, there was the coaxing sound of the woman babbling.

If not Jin and Fuer, who else could it be?

Everyone looked at each other in disbelief, and then Yang Yongjin took the lead and rushed into the kiln, followed closely by Yang Hualin.

It was so dark inside the earthen kiln that nothing could be seen.

Yang Ruoqing and others were waiting at the door of the earth kiln. No one dared to go in easily.

Why?

Because this earthen kiln collapsed before and it was used to bake earthen bricks. I heard that a person was buried in it when it collapsed.

So everyone stood at the door of the earthen kiln and waited. Soon, Fu'er's frightened cry and Jin's 'Ahh' sound came from inside.

Yang Yongjin dragged Jin out of Tuyao. Tuyao struggled all the way to hug Fu'er who was held in Yang Hualin's arms.

"Mom, what are you doing? That's my second uncle's son!"

Yang Yongjin was so angry that he yelled at Jin.

Jin is deaf-mute, so she can't hear you even if you shout at the top of your lungs.

He was still stretching out his hands to hug Fu'er.

A figure rushed up and slapped Jin's face hard.

The crisp sound shocked everyone around him, and Jin was even more stunned.

That's right, it's Qian.

After Qian finished beating Jin, she put her hands on her hips and her eyes almost popped out of her sockets.

"You madman, it's not like you don't have a son. If you insist on stealing my son, you'll die!" Qian yelled.

This time, no one around came forward to scold Mr. Qian.

Even Lao Yangtou was silent.

Children are the treasures of parents.

No one can bear the feeling of having their child stolen.

Therefore, Mr. Qian continued to curse Mr. Jin. Not only Lao Yangtou was silent, but brothers Yang Yongxian and Yang Yongjin also looked ashamed.

Jin lowered his head, like a child who had been caught for doing something wrong, standing there and not daring to say a word.

Mrs. Qian refused to give up. While scolding, she also pulled and pulled Ms. Jin, and pushed Ms. Jin to the ground.

Jin's forehead hit a stone on the ground, and a big bump immediately became red and swollen.

Qian wanted to pull Jin's hair again, but a figure rushed over and pushed Qian away.

"Are you finished yet?"

The person who yelled at Mr. Qian was Yang Ruoqing.

"I've been scolded and beaten, and it's time for you to stop." Yang Ruoqing continued.

Qian was angry and glared at Yang Ruoqing: "She stole my son. Let alone beating her and scolding her, I will go to the government to sue her and kill her. It's all right! Stop meddling in other people's business!"

Yang Ruoqing sneered: "If I hadn't been meddling in this business, would you have found your son?"

Mr. Qian snorted coldly.

Yang Ruoqing said: "My aunt is a kind-hearted person. Even if she takes Fu'er away, she has no bad intentions!"

"If you have something to say, just say it well. If you still dare to touch her, believe it or not, I will throw you into the earthen kiln and bury you alive?"

Yang Ruoqing's eyes widened and her face turned cold.

Qian felt a sense of hostility, which made her arrogance drop a bit, and she did not dare to look at Yang Ruoqing.

Then, Mrs. Qian's eyes turned to Mrs. Jin: "This crazy woman, I was still slightly grateful to her in the past. She really knows people but doesn't know her heart!"

Qian then started to scold him.

"It's just deaf and mute, but he still steals other people's sons."

"Such a woman should be locked up in a clay kiln and starved to death, so as not to go back and steal other people's sons in the village..."

"You're talking nonsense!"

Yang Yongjin also stood over and shouted out Qian's words in a rough voice.

"My mother is not a thief who steals children, nor will she steal other people's children in the village. If you slander her like this, how will she live in the village in the future?" Yang Yongjin said.
Chapter completed!