"Besides, I was chatting with your old man earlier, and he said that you didn't even sow in the spring. What kind of millet did you harvest? Huh?"

Faced with Huang Laojiu's questioning, Yang Huaming became even more flustered.

"Well... I don't have any at home, but my brothers have some at home. I'm helping them harvest it!"

"And my father-in-law..."

"Yang Huaming, you, mother, are just talking nonsense to me!"

Huang Laojiu became impatient and growled.

Yang Huaming slumped his shoulders and did not dare to say a word.

Huang Laojiu looked at Yang Huaming with a sneer: "To tell you the truth, Brother Bao sent me to urge you to go back this time. You decide whether you want to go back with me or not?"

Yang Huaming was anxious.

He stepped back and explained carefully: "Well, I, I am determined to go back, but there are still some unfinished things at home right now..."

"By the way, there is a man named Chen Dazhi in our village. I have already agreed with him that I will go there later and take him with me..."

"Brother Ninth, please help me say a few nice words to Brother Bao, please let me wait for a few more days? I beg you..."

Huang Laojiu said nothing and looked at Yang Huaming with a gloomy face.

Huang Laojiu is not stupid, he can see that Yang Huaming is using this as an excuse.

His original intention was not to go back.

not going back?

"hey-hey……"

Huang Laojiu suddenly laughed dryly.

The laughter made Yang Huaming confused.

He took a step closer to Yang Huaming: "Since Brother Huaming is in trouble, Ninth Brother, I will help you!"

Before he finished speaking, Huang Laojiu suddenly had a knife in his hand.

"You're not going back, are you? Then don't ever go back!"

The knife slashed Yang Huaming's neck.

Yang Huaming felt a cold light flash before his eyes, and behind the cold light was Huang Laojiu's ferocious face.

"ah!"

Yang Huaming screamed in surprise and even forgot to dodge.

Just when he thought he was certain to die, a strong wind blew over.

Huang Laojiu was kicked away, and the knife in his hand fell to Yang Huaming's feet with a clang.

He jumped up in fright.

And in his ears, there was the sound of fists hitting the flesh.

He turned around in horror and saw Huang Laojiu lying on the ground.

A figure stood beside Huang Laojiu, punching and kicking him.

It’s Qing’er!

"Tell me, who are you? Why do you want to kill my fourth uncle?"

Yang Ruoqing stepped on Huang Laojiu's chest and asked in a deep voice.

Huang Laojiu was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he was breathing heavily.

Faced with Yang Ruoqing's questioning, he ignored it.

But he raised his head with great effort, and his eyes fell on the trembling Yang Huaming beside Yang Ruoqing.

"Yang Huaming, don't, don't think you can run away!"

"They, they won't let you go..."

Huang Laojiu smiled ferociously and said word for word.

All the blood from the whole body was pouring into the eyeballs, and the eyeballs were blood-red.

The smile was crazy and ferocious.

Yang Huaming's legs and stomach were shaking when he saw him, and he almost collapsed.

Seeing this, Yang Ruoqing increased the force on her feet and wanted to ask what happened.

"puff!"

Huang Laojiu's jaw suddenly moved, as if he had bitten something in his mouth.

A stream of thick black blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

His eyes were wide open, with whites in their sockets, and his facial features were twisted together in pain.

After his body twitched violently for a few times.

‘Bang!’

He threw his head back and fell down.

"ah!"

Yang Huaming couldn't bear it anymore and fell to the ground, his urine soaking into the soil on his body.

Yang Ruoqing ignored Yang Huaming and leaned over to poke under Huang Laojiu's nose.

No more energy!

She opened his chin again and looked into his mouth.

A pair of beautiful eyebrows frowned.

She turned around and her cold eyes fell on Yang Huaming.

At this time, Yang Huaming was so frightened that his face turned pale.

Huang Laojiu was sitting on the ground, staring straight at the ground, his whole body was shaking like rice through a sieve.

"Tell me what's going on!"

She looked at Yang Huaming, who was sitting stiffly on the ground, with a cold face.

Yang Huaming still looked like he had not recovered his senses.

Yang Ruoqing frowned, leaned over and slapped Yang Huaming directly on the face.

"Snapped!"

The crisp slap finally brought Yang Huaming back to his senses.

"I don't know, I don't know, I don't know anything!"

He spoke incoherently, struggled to get up and ran away.

However, his foot slipped and he fell back again.

This time, he fell directly on Huang Laojiu's body and almost touched Huang Laojiu's face.

"Ah! Ah!"

Yang Huaming was so frightened that he hurriedly stepped back.

Yang Ruoqing stood in front of him and looked at him condescendingly.

"Fourth uncle, did you understand what Huang Laojiu said just before he died?"

she asked him.

"He said that you would end up like him and you would not escape death."

"Now that things have come to this, Fourth Uncle, if you don't tell me yet and want to hide it, I won't force you."

"If anything happens, you can handle it yourself."

"However, I have to warn you, next time your friends from outside come to the village to look for you, don't bring them to my house again!"

Just now she checked Huang Laojiu's mouth.

Obviously, Huang Laojiu hid the poison in his mouth.

Before she could torture her, he bit her and died.

This kind of behavior made Yang Ruoqing cautious.

Only organizations that have undergone special training would design such suicidal tactics among their core members.

This method is very sophisticated and not something ordinary organizations can possess.

The purpose is to seal off the organization's internal secrets.

It also shows the cruelty of this organization.
To be continued...