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Chapter 151: Kowtow to apologize

Leng Buding took a mouthful of wet mud. Zhang Laodou was so angry that his face turned black. He stood up and turned around to glare at Zhang Yang, "You brat, what on earth do you want to do?! Do you have any elders in your eyes? How dare you do this to me?"

?Believe it or not, I will go back and tell the villagers that your kid wants to murder grandpa!"

"Elder? Murder?" Zhang Yang sneered repeatedly, "It's murder, but it's not just murder! Everyone in the village should know about it!"

"Do you have the nerve to call me an elder? Do you know who is buried behind you?!"

Zhang Yang, who was suddenly full of anger, told Mr. Zhang to shrink his pupils. He quickly glanced back, as if he expected it, but also seemed to think it was impossible.

At that time, Zhang Donggua was less than two years old. Zhang Yang didn't know where he was waiting to be reincarnated. How could he know?

He was shocked and confused.

And Zhang Yang has already continued: "The one buried behind you is my grandfather. The grandfather you murdered and killed was also the same Rain Queen back then. I just dragged you all the way here like a dead dog. This feels like you

Is it familiar?"

"After all these years of dreaming back at midnight, have you never been afraid?"

"You killed Li Dachui with your own hands, how could you have the nerve to face his descendants?"

"But you are thick-skinned. I admire your thick-skinnedness. Not only do you have the nerve to face him, but you are also really not afraid of retribution. You dare to go around the corner and punish his descendants without treating them as human beings."

"Are you really not afraid of retribution? Mr. Zhang!"

A loud shout frightened Mr. Zhang to the point where he almost lost his soul and left his body. He immediately moved aside, glanced at the bumpkin in surprise, and denied, "What are you talking about? Why didn't I understand? Why is this here?

Li Dachui? He left your father and your aunt and went south to the Hui tribe. He hasn't come back for so many years. How can he be here?"

There was no Zhang Yang back then, and Zhang Donggua was still young. Who was he? Who buried Li Dachui? Who knew he killed Li Dachui?

I also know that he finally dragged Li Dachui like a dog to death for several miles just to relieve his anger and see how he looked like a lost dog.

It's just like seeing it with your own eyes.

There was a name in Zhang Lao Dou's mind that was ready to come out, but he didn't dare to think about it or confirm that it would be her.

If it was really her...

No! It can’t be hers!

Zhang Yang rushed forward, rudely brought the person back to the soil bag, pressed his head and forced him to kowtow to the soil bag.

"You left us and went back to the south? You are such a heartless thing! Today I will make you kowtow to my grandpa to apologize!"

"That's how you made my grandfather kowtow to you and apologize, right? But what's wrong with my grandfather?!"

After saying that, he stopped talking and just focused on kowtowing to him.

After knocking on Zhang Laodou for more than a dozen times in a row, he was already dizzy, but Zhang Yang didn't let go, and he couldn't get away, so he could only let it be manipulated.

There were two very small stones at the spot where I accidentally hit my forehead, which was very painful.

In the end, Zhang Laodou's entire forehead was broken, blood flowed directly, and his whole brain was confused.

But Zhang Yang didn't speak and didn't stop. He didn't let go until he had knocked down a hundred people.

Zhang Laodou stumbled to the side, his eyes blurred.

Zhang Yang didn't care about him, and immediately squatted down and used his hands to clear away the weeds on the soil bag.

Now that the time has passed, Mr. Zhang has slowed down a little, at least he is somewhat conscious.

He opened his mouth, "You...you dare to kill me? My family knows that I went up the mountain, and you also went up the mountain. You, can you explain clearly?"

"What? You don't deny that you killed my grandfather?" Zhang Yang sneered.

Zhang Laodou pursed his lips and just stared at Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang stood up, regardless of the dirt on his hands, and looked down at Mr. Zhang, "Kill you? It's too easy to kill you just like this. I have to let you see with your own eyes how good your seed is.

, let you see again how the honest and cowardly Li Dachui you look down on is going to be successful."

"Let's see when the time comes. Will your great grandson win the election and become an official, or will I be able to make a successful return home?"

"Keep your life alive and watch over it!"

After that, Zhang Yang turned around and left. Just two steps out, he suddenly paused and turned around, "By the way, you are also wondering how I knew you killed my grandfather? And who buried my grandfather?"

From here?"

"Don't make random guesses. You must know this person, but she's not the person you sleep with. If it's really her who saw you kill my grandfather with her own eyes, and couldn't stop strangling you to death with my own hands after dreaming about her for so many years, I would hate her!

"

At this time, Zhang Yang never looked back.

Zhang Laodou was left in the same place, with a headache and pain all over his body. He couldn't help but leave here immediately. He could only watch this dirt bag next to him.

He simply relaxed and lay down, allowing himself to recover quickly.

Fortunately, the weather is sunny, and I don't feel cold even if I lie down like this. The sunlight breaks through the treetops and struggles out again.

Zhang Laodou sneered, "You won't kill me? I can't let you go."

Then his expression changed again, "It's not Ju Niang, that's right. If it were really Ju Niang, what would she think of me, such a kind-hearted person, and how could she have spent more than thirty years with me? That would be really embarrassing for her.

Yeah, she shouldn't be able to hide it."

"If it's not Ju Niang, who could it be? I know this person? He's from the village."

It's really uncomfortable to feel like someone secretly knows who you are, or even secretly despised, but you don't know who that person is.

If he knew who that person was, he would kill him immediately and then quickly!

Why, why do you want to know his secret for so many years!

Who wants him to keep a secret!

Who wants him to look down on him secretly?



Zhang Yang went all the way down the mountain without looking back. After the rain, the mountain was full of mud, and he was covered in mud and dirt as he walked.

Miao was sitting under the eaves, doing needlework, and Zaohua was playing with a stone egg next to her.

When Leng Buding saw Zhang Yang coming back covered in mud, Miao couldn't help but take a second look, thinking that he would fry his mutton at noon today, so she asked with concern, "What's going on? It was raining just now, you can hide away."

What happened? How did you get into this situation and fall? Is everything okay?"

Zhang Yang waved his hand and went straight to the backyard, "It's okay, it's just a fall."

Seeing him going to the backyard, fearing that he had to go to the toilet, Mrs. Miao didn't ask any more questions.

She was just saying a word of concern, but Yang Chang never came back and had a difficult temperament. She was not very close to him, so what about her aunt?

Zhang Yang left the toilet and passed by the back window of the upper room, where he saw old Mrs. Deng leaning against the window and looking at him.

He felt the movement in front of him. Miao and his people were in front. If you weren't careful, you wouldn't be able to hear much movement from behind. Zhang Hugua was not at home, and Zhang Laodou couldn't come back so soon, so he left immediately.

I went over and posted it outside the window.

"A few years ago, I tried to sell me but I couldn't, but I tolerated it for a few years. Now that I can't handle it anymore, I have murderous intentions and want to kill me." Zhang Yang lowered his voice and looked at the bricks in front of him.

Seam, he said coldly.

Old Mrs. Deng's brows trembled when he heard this, and his eyes became a little colder. "I knew that he was going up the mountain to collect firewood with a hatchet, but he had bad intentions."


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