Traveling to the ancient harem

Chapter 112 The Child is Gone

"mother…"

The eldest son of the second uncle's family shouted, he couldn't believe it, it was his mother lying on the bed, he was already sixteen years old, the right age for marriage, tonight there were more than just the three families who came to put out the fire, there were also many neighbors standing in the yard. If his mother had such a scandal, he couldn't imagine it, he still had two younger brothers and sisters.

The two people on the bed didn't dare to say a word and shook even more violently.

My aunt was standing closer to the front. In the dim light of the oil lamp, she found the man more and more familiar. And the clothes he was wearing, weren't they the same ones her man was wearing when he left?

In order to verify her guess, the aunt swung her strong arms and turned the man on the bed over. Everyone was even more dumbfounded. Isn't this the big brother next door? How could he run to his brother's wife's bed in the middle of the night? What kind of thing is this?

The eldest aunt was furious. She grabbed the man's arm and slapped him hard several times. Not satisfied yet, she lifted the disheveled woman from the bed and slapped her several times. The woman screamed in pain. Who else could it be but the second aunt?

"You bitch, you stole a man from your uncle...you bitch..." My aunt was so angry that she was shaking all over.

"I thought you were a good person. Whenever you had difficulties, I would help you out out of pity that your husband was not at home. This is how you repay me..." The aunt became more and more angry as she spoke. She kicked the person who was kneeling on the ground, knowing that she was in the wrong. Not satisfied yet, she picked him up and prepared to hit him in the face again.

The second aunt's children were not happy about this. Their mother was wrong, but was their uncle not wrong? Why did he keep beating their mother?

My second uncle's daughter was also a bitch. She couldn't bear it any longer when she saw her mother being beaten. She jumped up and grabbed my aunt's hair. Her sharp nails dug bloody marks on my aunt's face.

My aunt's daughter was no pushover either. Seeing her mother suffering, she rolled up her sleeves, grabbed my cousin, and started beating her to the ground.

The two sons of my second aunt had already started fighting with my cousin and his wife, and the fight spread from the house to the yard. The onlookers hid far away, fearing that they would be affected.

My third uncle and aunt tried to stop the fight, but unfortunately they were so angry that they couldn't break up the fight.

Among them, the eldest son of the second uncle's family hated it the most. His uncle should bear most of the responsibility for such a scandal in the family. He must have forced his mother. But now, he watched his aunt beating his mother with his own eyes, but he watched indifferently and did not even try to stop it.

And his cousin and his wife are now beating his younger sister-in-law without any mercy. He himself is also beaten by his eldest cousin until his head is bleeding. His eldest cousin is a few years older than him, so he cannot beat them and can only be beaten.

Thinking of today's humiliation, thinking of how embarrassing the days to come would be, thinking of how his uncle's family was bullying him, he suddenly became mad with fear. He struggled to break free from his cousin, ran to the wall where the farm tools were usually placed, picked up the shovel leaning there, and hit the little boy who was standing there crying in fear. This was the darling of his uncle's family, and if their family made life difficult for him, then he would make life difficult for them too.

The people watching the excitement nearby were all terrified. They didn't expect him to rush over here and they couldn't react for a moment. The eldest cousin saw him running away and thought he would just let it go, but he didn't expect him to rush towards his own son. He didn't have time to stop him, and the child was hit and chopped with a shovel and fell to the ground motionless.

At this moment everyone stopped, my uncle's family rushed over, and my cousin picked up the bloody child and ran to the doctor's house outside.

My aunt cried so loudly that it shook the earth. She was so distressed that she could not bear it any more. She grabbed my second uncle's eldest son and beat him hard, scolding him as she beat him. How could she live if her eldest grandson, whom she usually cherished like the apple of her eye, was gone?

My second uncle's eldest son had become a little more sober by this time. He knew that if the child was gone, he would also die. For a moment, he became disheartened and allowed her to beat and scold him.

By this time, my uncle was so scared that he was paralyzed. A strong smell of urine was emanating from his body. His mouth was crooked and his eyes were slanted. White foam was coming out of the corners of his mouth and he could no longer speak.

The second aunt had just been beaten up by the eldest aunt. The eldest aunt was fat and strong, and she had beaten her to death. I don’t know if she was hurt somewhere, but she couldn’t even get up. Seeing her son beaten like that, she fainted out of heartache.

At this time, someone with quick legs had already run back to report the news. The child had died before reaching the doctor's house. Someone had already reported the matter to the police. When my aunt heard that the child was gone, she suddenly collapsed to the ground and burst into tears.

The government officials arrived quickly and took the murderer away. The whole town was in an uproar. Although it was the middle of the night, the place was still surrounded by people who loved to watch the excitement and didn't care whether it was day or night.