At the door of the house, a woman wearing heavy makeup and a coquettish yet kitsch outfit was so frightened that she didn't dare to move against the door.

Oh my God, did I hear it wrong?

What did the benefactor inside just say?

kill?

Was it his own father who was killed?

The woman was so frightened that she quickly ran back and found the madam in Goulan Courtyard.

"Mom, Mom, it's terrible, my benefactor in that house is asking for trouble!" she said in panic.

The madam was picking her teeth when she heard this and her eyes widened: "What's going on? Please explain yourself clearly."

The charming woman quickly explained what she had just heard.

"Mom, you'd better let someone else take care of that benefactor. I don't dare to take care of you. It will cost me my life!" the woman said.

The madam suddenly stood up, raised his hand and poked the woman's forehead: "In this industry, as long as you make money, why are you so picky?"

"Oh mom, that's a bad guy, I don't dare to pick him up..." the charming woman said, stamping her feet.

The old bustard said: "If you are a good person, can you come to our place to have fun?"

When the charming woman thought about it, this was true.

Moreover, since the man is asleep now, he probably won't be able to do anything. As long as he gets through tonight, he will make money.

The charming woman turned to leave, but was suddenly stopped by the madam.

"Wait a minute, look at this picture, does that person look like this?" said the old bustard.

He turned around and ran to the table over there, twisting his butt, and brought over a picture scroll.

"Look, look, does the man in your house look like this?" the madam asked.

The charming woman leaned her head forward, and then opened her eyes wide.

"Oh, isn't this the man in my house?"

"Oh my god, he is a murderer. He really killed his own father. He is on the run and the government is still looking for him!"

"Mom, even if you give me ten thousand taels of silver, I won't do any of this benefactor's business."

"A person who even kills his own father is a beast. He is worse than a beast. This kind of person might kill me while I'm sleeping. He also wants to take away my money. If I don't accept him, I won't accept him...

"

As the charming woman spoke, she was about to run away in fear, but was caught back by the madam.

"Why are you running away? Come back and we will make a fortune!" the madam said mysteriously.

"Ah?" The charming woman was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding.

The madam continued: "Are you illiterate? Don't you see that the black and white writing on the bottom of the paper is clearly written?"

"The government is offering a reward of one hundred taels of silver to bring this man named Yang Wenxuan to justice."

"You go and look at that person, lock the door and don't wait for him to run away. I'll report it to the official."

"Hahaha, one hundred taels of silver!"

The madam swung her big butt and ran out of the house and went to the government office.

…

"What? Caught Yang Wenxuan?"

The news quickly spread back to the restaurant. When Old Yangtou heard the news, he stood up and slapped the table in front of him, making a loud noise.

"Where is that beast? I'm going to slap him to death!"

As Old Yangtou said, he lifted up his sleeves and walked out angrily.

Yang Huazhong and Yang Ruoqing rushed up to stop Lao Yangtou.

Yang Huazhong said: "Dad, it's so hot, don't go out. Even if he wants to be beaten, I will go and punch him a few more times for you!"

Yang Ruoqing said: "Master, Dad, none of you need to go. Later, the county guard will send someone to bring him here, and let him kowtow to the old man's memorial tablet to admit his mistake, and then send him to the prison to receive punishment!"

"Seriously?" Old Yangtou asked.

Yang Ruoqing nodded quickly.

Old Yangtou said: "Okay, then I will prepare the sticks!"

The old man searched around the house but couldn't find any sticks.

"What kind of crappy place is this? In the guest room of Emperor No. 1, there's not even a guy to hit someone!" Lao Yangtou was very unhappy and complained there.

Yang Huazhong said: "Dad, do you think this is our farmer's house, where hoes and shovels are kept?"

Yang Ruoqing said: "Sir, why do you need a stick? If someone is killed, you have to get in there and slap him with a big slap!"

…

In the same secluded little courtyard, the memorial tablets of the Yang family's old man and the ancestors of the Yang family have been moved here.

Because the entire Yang Mansion has been sealed up and needs to be sold off to pay off debts.

For raising such unfilial descendants, all the ancestors of the Yang family suffered, so they all moved from the original big ancestral hall to this small room in the small courtyard.

At this moment, the room is very lively.

Yang Wenxuan knelt down in front of the row of ancestral tablets and cried bitterly.

"You beast, you killed your own father and you still have the nerve to cry here?"

"Do you know that you've soiled the place here by crying?"

Lao Yang yelled angrily, rushed up, took off the soles of his shoes and slapped Yang Wenxuan on the face.

Yang Wenxuan was beaten until he was stunned.

Old Yang has grown so big and has lived for most of his life. This is the first time that he has thrown away his arms to hit someone.

The soles of the shoes were almost broken, and Yang Wenxuan's face was swollen and red.

The corners of his mouth were grinning and blood was dripping from them, the corners of his eyes were broken, his ears were red, and the area above his neck was burning.

Old Yang was still not relieved from the beating, he was huffing and puffing, and kept on beating.

Yang Wenxuan finally came to his senses and stiffened his neck.

"You old guy, why do you hit me? Do you want to die too?"

He stood up quickly, with a ferocious look on his face. He stretched out his hand towards Lao Yangtou's neck.

"What? You strangled your biological father to death, and you want to strangle my biological father to death too, right?"

Yang Huazhong roared, rushed over, and punched Yang Wenxuan in the face from the side.

"boom!"

After a muffled sound, Yang Wenxuan fell to the ground.

Yang Huazhong chased after him, raised his foot and kicked Yang Wenxuan wildly.

Yang Wenxuan was kicked until he screamed, as miserable as a pig being killed.

Yang Huazhong had been an honest man all his life, and the only time he fought was with some unruly long-term workers raised by rich man Li in Lijia Village.

And that time, Yang Huazhong was bullied by those long-term workers. This was his second fight, but he beat Yang Wenxuan violently.

Yang Huazhong's fight was so enjoyable that even Yang Ruoqing beside him was a little eager to try.

However, she has a deep understanding of her own fighting power. If she goes up to fight here, she will probably have nothing to do with the Yamen.

Because she would kill Yang Wenxuan directly, just like swatting a cockroach to death.

Yang Huazhong finally stopped beating Yang Wenxuan until he was barely breathing.

At this time, Yang Wenxuan was about to fall into coma, and Yang Ruoqing asked people from the Yamen to take Yang Wenxuan away.

Next, what awaits Yang Wenxuan is no longer torture, but one word: death!

After Yang Wenxuan was taken away, Yang Ruoqing cleaned up the scene and placed offerings again in front of the memorial tablets of the ancestors of the Yang family.
Chapter completed!