activa-t Chapter 322: I'm Just a Live-in Son-in-Law
Chapter 322: I'm Just a Live-in Son-in-Law
At this point, Old Fu's voice trembled even more violently, and tears welled up in his eyes.
“I was just a son-in-law who moved into the wife’s family home. In that family, apart from the shrew’s father occasionally treating me like a human being, the shrew and her mother didn’t treat me like a human being at all.”
That shrew had a fiery temper; she bossed me around all day, and if anything displeased me, she would punch and kick me.
Every scar on my body, isn't it a debt of sin she left me with?
In winter, she sent me to the cold woodshed, where I was shivering with cold, while she slept soundly in the warm house.
In the summer, if you work even a little slower, her cursing could blow the roof off.
All the heavy and tiring work at home fell on my shoulders. I was so tired that I couldn't even straighten my back, but she wouldn't even let me have a full meal.
I've had enough of these dark and hopeless days, I've really had enough!
Old Fu roared hoarsely, tears finally streaming down his wrinkled face. His hands trembled incessantly, as if he were still enduring the torment he had suffered.
Fang Xiaoxiao and the others listened quietly, deeply moved by Old Fu's profound sorrow, and for a moment they didn't know what to do.
Fang Xiaoxiao and the others stared wide-eyed at Old Fu, who was crying and laughing intermittently, seemingly out of control and acting like a madman. They were all stunned, as if they had been hit hard on the head, their heads buzzing, completely at a loss.
However, in this suffocating silence, an extremely cold smile suddenly appeared on Old Fu's face. That smile was like ice shards in the cold winter, piercing straight into everyone's heart.
His laughter was forced out of his throat, low and sinister, like an echo from hell.
"Tonight, I'll make everyone in Flower Language Village pay with their lives! They're all going to die!"
These words, like a curse, permeated the air, sending chills down one's spine.
Fang Xiaoxiao had originally planned to take this opportunity to ask Lao Fu the truth about the little girl's mother's poisoning, but Lao Fu's crazy declaration made her swallow back the words she was about to say.
At this moment, the thought of asking questions had vanished completely, and he had no interest in it at all.
Old Fu's eyes gleamed with madness. He grinned, revealing a set of uneven, yellow teeth, and continued speaking.
"I've already put the poison I've carefully developed into the well water. Hmph, this poison is much more potent than the previous one. No one will be able to escape!"
His voice was filled with a vengeful pleasure and a twisted excitement, as if he could already see the entire village engulfed in disaster.
Upon hearing this, Fang Xiaoxiao and the others turned deathly pale, large beads of sweat rolled uncontrollably down their foreheads, and their bodies trembled involuntarily. Fear, like an invisible hand, gripped their throats tightly.
Just as Lao Fu revealed his extremely vicious plan, a chaotic and noisy sound suddenly erupted outside the gate.
The sound initially resembled distant, rumbling thunder, but in an instant it became clear and deafening, mixed with people's panicked shouts and chaotic footsteps.
Immediately afterwards, a man with a voice that sounded very effeminate was heard shouting anxiously at the top of his lungs.
"Dr. Fu, please take a look at the village chief! This is a life-threatening situation! The village chief is about to collapse!"
The sound was shrill and piercing, like a rooster being strangled and crowing desperately, trembling with fear and helplessness. It pierced the stillness of the night and echoed back and forth in the empty streets.
Immediately afterwards, a group of people carrying torches hurriedly appeared in the courtyard.
The torchlight flickered and swayed in the night wind, casting distorted and bizarre shadows of the crowd, making them appear like menacing monsters.
The firelight illuminated their terrified faces, each one etched with fear and anxiety.
The effeminate man was panting heavily, his face as red as a ripe tomato, veins bulging on his forehead, and large beads of sweat rolling down his cheeks like rain.
He staggered along, his face filled with anxiety, and rushed up behind Old Fu.
His breathing was rapid and disordered, as if he had just gone through a desperate run, and his voice was trembling so badly that it was almost unrecognizable.
"Dr. Fu, please, come with me quickly! The village chief's condition is extremely bad; he could die at any moment!"
Upon hearing this, a fleeting, almost imperceptible look of panic crossed Old Fu's face. But then, like a Sichuan opera face-changing act, he quickly reverted to his usual hypocritical and amiable demeanor.
That fake smile returned to his face, but his eyes held an unfathomable gloom.
Looking at this sudden turn of events, Fang Xiaoxiao and the others felt a faint glimmer of hope rise in their hearts.
Their eyes darted back and forth between the crowd and Lao Fu, filled with tension and anticipation. Perhaps this chaotic situation could disrupt Lao Fu's terrible conspiracy.
At this moment, the cold moon in the night sky cast its cool light, enveloping the entire courtyard in a hazy silver veil.
A gentle breeze, carrying a hint of coolness, rustled the hems of everyone's clothes.
The effeminate man's gaze swept eagerly across the dim environment. When his eyes landed on the strikingly beautiful Fang Xiaoxiao, a burning rage of jealousy ignited in his eyes, a rage that seemed to set the surrounding darkness ablaze.
He angrily pointed his finger at Fang Xiaoxiao and cursed her.
"Hmph, you woman, you look like a vixen! My doctor Fu must be bewitched by you, he hasn't come home for most of the day!"
His vulgar and rude words sounded particularly jarring in the silent night air, like sharp icicles piercing straight into the ears of everyone present, instantly startling them all. The air seemed to freeze instantly, and time seemed to stand still.
After the effeminate man finished speaking in a fit of rage, he looked around with lingering fear. He glanced down and suddenly realized that the shrew at his feet had been dead for a long time.
The horrific scene appeared even more terrifying under the moonlight; the shrew's twisted face and congealed blood made his heart stop instantly.
He screamed in fright, the sound so sharp it almost pierced the cold night sky, startling the birds perched in the distant woods.
He was trembling like a leaf, muttering incessantly.
"A ghost! Help! What's going on? Who did this?"
Immediately afterward, he reacted as if struck by lightning, his eyes filled with ferocity and resentment. He glared fiercely at Fang Xiaoxiao and the others, unhesitatingly concluding that the shrew had been killed by them.