Yang Huaming wanted to hit himself again, but Yang Huazhong caught his wrist.

"Fourth, don't be like this. You have to cheer up. The third girl is still waiting for us to pick her up!" Yang Huazhong's eyes were also red. He had been running around in the mountains all day and night, and his voice had already become hoarse after shouting all day and night.

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When Yang Huaming collapsed earlier, Yang Huazhong learned from Luo Fengtang that the body of the third girl was carried by Luo Fengtang and Narisong to the tea garden at the foot of the mountain, leaving Narisong there to guard it. Luo Fengtang returned to the village to report the news to everyone.

That day, Risong meant to take Murase directly, but Luo Fengtang always felt that the corpse's face was bruised, maybe... maybe it wasn't the third girl?

So with a trace of fantasy and luck, he went back to the village to find his family for confirmation. He didn't dare to say anything in the yard just now because he was frightened by Mrs. Liu's look, fearing that she wouldn't be able to hold on until she heard everything.

I just told Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming in private.

"Third brother, my daughter...my daughter is gone..." Yang Huaming raised his head and looked at Yang Huazhong, his eyes dull, and he could only murmur this sentence.

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Beside the tea ditch at the foot of the mountain, the female corpse was lying quietly on the grass, covered with a man's coat.

At the intersection a few steps away, Risong was squatting on the side of the road, wearing a sleeping garment on his upper body.

The torch came out of the village, crossed the river, and went straight to the tea garden.

Risong stood up that day and looked at the group of people coming over. The leader was Luo Fengtang, followed by Yang Huaming and Yang Huazhong. Sun and Bao Suyun were supporting Liu, and Yang Ruoqing and Yang Yongzhi were carrying a stretcher in their hands.

Risong didn't say anything that day and stepped aside. Even the rough guy from the north couldn't stand this scene.

Yang Huaming stepped forward and lifted off the clothes covering the female body with trembling hands. His face was bruised and bloody, with one eyeball hanging out and the other eye socket empty and dark.

The skin on the face is gone, the beautiful little nose is gone, leaving two holes, the peach-like lips are gone, and the white teeth are covered with solidified blood...

Yang Huaming's hands were shaking as if something was wrong, his lips were trembling and he couldn't cry out.

Yang Huazhong also turned away and choked.

Mrs. Liu rushed towards her like crazy and hugged the female body in her arms, saying, 'My poor girl...'

The cries scared away the birds that were perched nearby, and the onlookers all sobbed softly.

It's so miserable, even more miserable than the roasted son of Zhao Dagou's family last time.

As the third uncle of the third girl, Li Zheng of Changping Village, such things happened repeatedly on his own territory. Yang Huazhong felt guilty, self-blame, and even had deep doubts about himself.

In the tea garden, people burst into tears, heartbroken.

Luo Fengtang and Na Risong walked aside and stood silently.

The corners of Yang Ruoqing's eyes were also wet. She never dreamed that the few conversations she had with the third girl by the pond yesterday morning would become quatrains.

Such a quiet, well-behaved, hard-working and intelligent cousin, her cousin also promised to sponsor half of the dowry when she got married, and it was just gone?

etc,

Yang Ruoqing suddenly thought of something.

Yes, yesterday she deliberately mentioned the wild mushrooms she sent to the third girl, implying that Liu Xueyun liked to eat them.

Could it be that this stubborn girl went into the mountains alone to pick mushrooms?

Her head was buzzing, and Yang Ruoqing couldn't believe her guess.
Chapter completed!