Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

These words were like a ladle of boiling oil poured over Liu Changgui's head.

He was very concerned about his reputation in the village and was most sensitive to others pointing out his shortcomings: he had no son, his skills were rough, and he had no hope for his old age.

Now, with her own daughter not only stripping her naked in front of the matchmaker and her blind date—a bunch of outsiders—but also pointing fingers at her and hurling insults at her mother, the last shred of reason in Liu Changgui's mind exploded with a "buzz."

He strained to open his bloodshot, cloudy old eyes, his face turning from black to purple, and the veins on his neck bulging like coiled earthworms.

"Go to hell? You dare call me 'go to hell'?!"

Liu Changgui let out a beast-like roar from deep in his throat.

He suddenly broke free from Aunt Liu's tight embrace around his waist, and swung his elbow outwards with force.

The frail Granny Liu was thrown sideways, and with a "bang," her back slammed heavily against the rough mud wall. She was in so much pain that she couldn't catch her breath and slumped against the wall.

Having shaken off the obstruction, Liu Changgui completely lost control. With a whooshing sound, he smashed the door bar in his hand straight down on Liu Cuier's head like a madman with bloodshot eyes!

"Bang!"

A dull, piercing thud shook the entire adobe roof, sending dust tumbling down.

The hardwood stick struck Liu Cuier squarely on the forehead.

Liu Cuier couldn't even utter a muffled groan; the stubbornness and anger in her eyes vanished instantly.

Her legs gave way, and she collapsed onto the cold, muddy ground like a kite with a broken string, the back of her head hitting the ground with a heart-stopping sound.

Within moments, a glaring crimson stream gushed down her forehead and brow bone, quickly spreading into a large pool of dark red blood on the muddy ground.

"Ah—! Murder!"

The matchmaker was terrified. She covered her head with both hands and screamed so loudly it almost pierced the roof. She scrambled and crawled through the doorway to escape into the yard.

Having just caught her breath after hitting the wall, Granny Liu saw her daughter lying motionless in a pool of blood. She was struck dumb, letting out a heart-wrenching wail.

"Cui'er! Cui'er! My daughter!"

Aunt Liu scrambled over and tried to cover the gushing blood on Cui'er's forehead with her trembling hand, but she couldn't stop it. Tears and snot streamed down her face, and she collapsed to the ground, trembling violently.

Liu Changgui, however, seemed completely possessed. The wooden stick in his hand clattered to the ground. His bloodshot eyes bulged as he pointed at Liu Cuier on the ground and continued to spit wildly.

"You fucking dare talk back?!"

"I raised you with my own hands, and now you think you're all grown up and turn against me? You son of a bitch! There's no one in the world as unfilial and despicable as you!"

"I gave you this worthless life, and even if I beat you to death right here in this room today, it would be perfectly justified! Do you hear me?! You good-for-nothing!"

Liu Changgui roared several times, his chest heaving violently.

The person on the ground remained lying upright, with no movement in their eyelids except for the blood gushing from their forehead.

The dark red stain spread wider and wider across the muddy ground, and the strong, pungent smell of blood quickly filled the cramped room.

As Liu Changgui continued shouting, his voice involuntarily softened.

Seeing the glaring red stain on the ground, his heart skipped a beat, and his reason, which had been clouded by anger, was finally startled open by a crack.

"Cui'er?"

Liu Changgui tentatively took half a step forward, his voice slightly weak.

"Cui'er! What are you pretending to be dead for! Get up right now!"

Liu Cuier lay on the ground, her face as pale as paper, her breathing so weak it was almost imperceptible. Despite Aunt Liu's heart-wrenching cries beside her, she remained completely still.

"Cui'er...don't scare me, do you hear me?!"

Liu Changgui's eyelids twitched wildly, and his two hands, hanging limply, began to tremble uncontrollably.

Killing someone will get you shot!

A chill ran up his toes and up to the top of his head, and panic grew wildly like weeds.

But just then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Erga, who was standing by the octagonal table, his face as pale as paper.

A nerve in Liu Changgui's brain suddenly twitched—oh no! The rich son-in-law is still inside!

More than his daughter lying on the ground, her fate unknown, he feared that the God of Wealth in front of him, carrying a large sum of money, would be scared away, and that his good life for the rest of his days would be wasted.

The fear in his heart was forcibly suppressed by his twisted greed.

Liu Changgui took a deep breath, forcing a fawning smile that was uglier than a ghost on his face. He strode over to Ergaizi, his hands, covered in sawdust and sweat, grabbing Ergaizi's arm tightly.

"Gazi! Gazi, my dear nephew! Don't be afraid, please don't take it to heart!"

Liu Changgui's lips trembled as he tried his best to salvage the situation, spitting high into the air:

"That brat is tough as nails, she's always been able to take a beating. She's just faking her death to scare people! Uncle will teach her a lesson for you, and when she wakes up, she'll be completely obedient! Don't go, Uncle is more than in favor of this marriage, Uncle will make the decision for her! Say something, what do you think? Tell Uncle what you really think!"

As Liu Changgui spoke, the stench of cheap tobacco mixed with the stench of Lao Bai Gan (a type of Chinese liquor) wafted directly at Ergaizi's face.

Ergazi's eyes were wide open.

He looked at the extremely obsequious old face before him, its lips creased with wrinkles yet revealing a ruthless, cannibalistic intent. Then, following Liu Changgui's arm, he looked at Liu Cuier, who lay on the cold, muddy ground, blood streaming from her forehead, her life hanging in the balance.

The artificial scent of osmanthus hair oil, the stench from Liu Changgui's mouth, and the pungent smell of blood that quickly filled the room all rushed into Ergaizi's nostrils.

"Gurgle..."

A strong feeling of nausea surged up from Ergazi's stomach to his throat like a raging mudslide.

His hair stood on end, his Adam's apple twitched violently, his stomach spasmed wildly, and he instinctively wanted to bend over and vomit.

But Liu Changgui's two blackened and withered hands were like two rusty iron clamps, gripping his arm tightly and refusing to let go, still desperately trying to move forward and force him to nod.

The stench and nausea instantly rose to my throat, and acid reflux rushed to the back of my tongue.

"vomit……"

Erga's face turned deathly pale, and the nausea in his stomach exploded. He could no longer hold back and used all his strength to swing his arm outward!

"Get out of here!!"

Erga screamed at the top of his lungs, his force so great that he flung Liu Changgui back two steps, causing him to crash heavily onto the octagonal table.

The moment he was freed from his restraints, Ergaizi couldn't even take a step. His throat tightened, and he bent over, his hands gripping his knees tightly.

"Wow--!"

He immediately vomited a mouthful of sour water mixed with undigested breakfast onto the cold, muddy floor of the main room.

Erga Zi vomited violently, his whole body convulsing, tears and snot streaming down his face, painful gagging sounds coming from his throat, and his calves shaking like a leaf.

"Gazi! Brother Gazi... what happened to you? Are you alright? Let your uncle take a look!"

Liu Changgui, clutching his aching back from the impact, took a few steps closer and reached out his two withered hands to put them on Ergaizi's arm.

Upon hearing Liu Changgui's voice and seeing the outstretched hand, Ergazi felt a sharp pain in his stomach.

An even stronger wave of nausea surged up to the top of my head.

His entire body was numb, his stomach was spasming so badly it felt like it was going to shrink into a ball, and he couldn't take it anymore.

"Don't touch me!"

Ergazi let out a heart-wrenching howl, not even bothering to wipe the filth from the corner of his mouth or glance at the things on the table. Clutching his churning stomach, he mustered all his strength and shoved Liu Changgui aside.

He stumbled and staggered over the threshold, tumbling and crawling out of the main room.

The cold wind of early spring blew against his face. Ergazi rushed out of the courtyard like a madman, running wildly along the dirt road of the village, without looking back.