Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 391 My Mother, Mei Yingxue (Eight Thousand)
The bright moon is in the sky.

The starry night was desolate and cold.

The cool breeze of early spring carried away the bloodshed from the Duke's mansion and spread throughout Dongling City.

Song Yan carried the severed head and left silently.

The Imperial Guards who were originally patrolling the inner city seemed to have received the news and had already retreated without a trace.

As Song Yan left the inner city and passed through the city gate, he very kindly took out a blood-stained silver ingot from his sleeve and casually tossed it to the guards at the gate... That was a ten-tael silver ingot, which, even if divided among several people, would be a month's salary.

But at this moment, the silver in my hand felt exceptionally heavy.

……

The night breeze lifted Hua Lianyue's skirt, causing the thin fabric to rustle. She stretched languidly, swinging her long, slender arms behind her, revealing her beautiful figure in every detail. Her slender waist and full breasts exuded ultimate allure.

Unfortunately, no one can appreciate such a beautiful view.

He yawned and glanced at the corpses lying haphazardly in the courtyard... These people were probably all Mei Zicong's lackeys.

Since that's the case, there's no need to be too polite.

Hua Lianyue smiled charmingly, then gracefully walked to a corpse. With her delicate hand, she grabbed the corpse's head and, with a soft "hey," ripped the head off its neck.

We will be leaving the capital tomorrow.

Before leaving the capital, one should always leave something behind.

At the very least, she couldn't let others look down on her husband.

One by one, human heads were ripped off and thrown into the backyard.

There were still quite a few people at the Duke's mansion. Removing all the heads had taken a considerable amount of time, and the weariness was growing stronger. Hua Lian Yue felt her eyelids were getting sore, so she shook her head to wake herself up. With a smile, she hummed a folk song from who-knows-where, her small hands busily piling the heads together, their shape somewhat resembling the two mounds of heads outside Dongling City.

It was obvious that Hua Lian Yue's skill in building the Jing Guan (a mound of skulls) was not very good. Every now and then, a head would roll off from it. Whenever this happened, Hua Lian Yue would get annoyed and lightly slap down with her palm, and the head would shatter instantly.

A disobedient mind is worthless to her.

After finally piling it up, looking at the towering mound of corpses that was more than two people high in front of her, Hua Lianyue put her hands on her hips and smiled rather smugly. She then picked up a hand from the ground, dipped it in the pool of blood, found a patch of white wall, thought for a moment, and then roughly wrote down how Mei Zicong had usurped Mei Wu's place and abused him.

My husband has never cared about reputation.

However, Hua Lianyue cares.

She couldn't stand hearing others say anything bad about her husband.

Most importantly, although Mei Wu no longer holds any real power, he still enjoys extremely high prestige in the army. He is like a totem, a symbol, worshipped by countless soldiers and generals. Now that he has slaughtered the entire Mei family, if there is no legitimate reason, it may affect the image of the young master in the army. Even the soldiers of Pingyang Prefecture may harbor some resentment.

If my husband really intends to do something, then this will have a very bad impact.

Hua Lianyue didn't understand military strategy or tactics, but she always tried to be a good wife to her husband, fixing things up where he wasn't looking, and she was quite satisfied with that.

Of course, in the process of describing it, Hua Lianyue deliberately omitted Song Yan's name. Just looking at the corpses all over the ground and the towering Jingguan, even the children of Dongling City would know who was responsible for this.

After doing all this, Hua Lianyue returned to the bedroom, grabbed Mei Wu's shoulder, and drifted away.

……

Meijia Village.

Outside Dongling City, there are many villages, dozens or even hundreds of them, large and small.

Among all these villages, Meijia Village is undoubtedly the one where people live the best lives.

There was nothing they could do; after all, a Duke of Lu had emerged from their village.

That was a Duke, a figure at the very top of the nobility. Even the villagers, when they went out, would always speak of him with an expression of pride. Mei Wu was a sentimental man, and after being granted the title of Duke, he brought his mother to his mansion and took meticulous care of her. He also helped many other people in the village. Whenever he returned to his hometown to worship his ancestors, he would deliver large amounts of pastries, sweets, gold, silver, and cloth to each household, and the villagers would benefit from his generosity.

Of course, some people think Mei Wu is a scoundrel.

For example, his elder brother Mei Wen often complained about Mei Wu in the village. Basically, he said that even though Mei Wu had already become a Duke, he was unwilling to arrange a marquisate for his own elder brother, which was a waste of this relative.

The villagers scoffed at it.

Although they weren't very knowledgeable, they knew that a marquis was a nobleman, and it was said that only His Majesty could bestow such a title. You, a mere farmer toiling in the fields, actually want Mei Wu to grant you a title? Do you mean to imply that your brother is the emperor?

Is he afraid his younger brother won't die fast enough? Mei Wu must have done something terrible in his past life to have such a vengeful older brother. He's really unlucky.

Besides, how much has Mei Wu helped his older brother Mei Wen? If it weren't for Mei Wu's help, where would Mei Wen, a country bumpkin, have gotten thousands of acres of fertile land, or a three-courtyard house? The house Mei Wen lived in was the envy of everyone in the village; even the houses of many officials in Dongling City couldn't compare.

Unfortunately, Mei Wen was insatiable; no matter how much help he received, he was never satisfied… As for the real reason, the villagers all understood: Mei Wen coveted Mei Wu's title of Duke of Lu. Mei Wen had said in the village more than once that he was the eldest son of the Mei family, and even if Mei Wu received the title of Duke of Lu, it should be given to him, the eldest son.

Privately, people laughed at Mei Wen for his wild ideas. How could a peasant like him give away a title personally bestowed by the emperor? Did he think he was more powerful than the emperor? Besides, if it weren't for Mei Wu, this outlier, the Mei family would still be poor peasants. And the eldest son? People would laugh their heads off if they heard about it.

Meijia Village was quiet at night.

Moonlight spilled across the earth, draping the uneven road surface as if veiled in silver. Rooftops rose and fell in clusters, creating a tranquil and peaceful scene. The occasional bark of a dog added a touch of life to this silent space.

Bathed in moonlight and starlight, a figure slowly appeared at the entrance of the village.

He looked around. Meijia Village was quite large, and the entire village was shrouded in night. For a moment, he couldn't find Mei Wen's house. He pursed his lips, put the cloth bag under the tree, and randomly found a house at the entrance of the village, knocking on the door.

Although the Dragon Head Raising Festival had long passed, the early spring nights were still quite cold. At such times, no one wanted to leave their warm beds. However, Song Yan was very patient. After knocking for about two minutes, a somewhat impatient voice finally came from inside the house: "Who is it? It's the middle of the night."

Then came the commotion of cursing and swearing.

Not long after, an old man wearing a coarse cloth coat walked out of the house, still sleepy. He opened the courtyard gate and saw a tall, slender figure. The moonlight shone on his face, making his skin look slightly pale, and his eyes revealed deep fatigue.

But regardless, he is a handsome young man.

Whether man or woman, people always subconsciously hold a degree of goodwill towards beautiful things. After looking him up and down, the old man's initial rejection lessened slightly: "Young man, who are you looking for?"

Song Yan smiled, revealing a set of silver teeth: "Grandpa, this is Meijia Village, right? I'd like to ask, where is Mei Wen's house?"

"You're looking for Mei Wen?" The old man's eyes held a hint of suspicion. "What's your relationship to Mei Wen?"

Song Yan pondered for a moment, stroking his chin: "If we're really going to count, Mei Wen is my boss."

Mei Wu is his maternal grandfather, also known as his maternal grandfather.

Mei Wen is Mei Wu's older brother, so it's not a problem for him to call him "Big Boss".

Although the old man was curious, he didn't think much of it and just casually gestured to the east: "Look, go that way, the most beautiful house is the Mei Wen family's."

Song Yan smiled, took out a silver ingot from his pocket, and stuffed it into the old man's hand: "Thank you, sir."

The old man was startled when he saw the cold silver ingot in his hand. He had only asked for directions; how could he accept such a high reward? "Please wait, sir, this is too much..."

Song Yan had already turned around and walked straight to the tree: "Old man, take it. If you hear any noise later, hide well in the house and don't come out." After saying that, Song Yan picked up the thing under the tree root and headed east. Before long, his figure disappeared into the night.

Song Yan was quite easy to talk to those who hadn't really bothered him.

Sometime during the night, the old man's face had turned deathly pale. Though the night was dim, he could still vaguely make out the shape of the thing Song Yan had just lifted from under the tree—it resembled a human head. A chill ran down the old man's spine. He gripped the silver in his hand tightly, slammed the door shut, and curled up in bed, refusing to come out again.

On the other hand, Song Yan followed the direction the old man pointed out and soon found Mei Wen's house.

It was indeed a nice residence. Below the gatehouse, there was even a plaque that looked quite respectable, bearing the two large characters "Mei Mansion." At the entrance stood a gatekeeper dressed in coarse linen clothes, clearly from a peasant family. This Mei Wen probably really considered himself an aristocrat, as he followed all the rules according to aristocratic standards.

However, being from a farming family, he could only learn a superficial understanding.

There was even a pair of stone lions at the entrance. I don’t know which craftsman they were commissioned to carve them. The statues can’t be described as ugly; they are simply indescribable.

Just for these two stone lions, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to charge Mei Wen with overstepping his bounds. These days, you can't just put stone lions down whenever you want. Chu Licheng and Gao Hong are both high-ranking officials, but even with their status, they can't put stone lions at their gates. That's the exclusive domain of nobles with titles.

Moreover, the specifications, size, number, and even material of the stone lions were closely related to the rank of the nobleman.

Song Yan shook his head. This family was truly foolish without even realizing it.

The doorman was sleeping against the door panel when Song Yan walked over, patted his face, and, still half-asleep, his fiery temper flared up first: "Who is it? Looking for death?"

Song Yan didn't pay too much attention, but simply raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist.

The next instant, with a whoosh, an iron fist swept past the doorman's ear, bringing with it a piercing whistling sound. Immediately afterward, the fist slammed heavily onto the vermilion gate, and with a deafening roar, the heavy solid wood gate shattered instantly, the door panels breaking into pieces, and wood chips flying everywhere.

crunch.

The sleepiness on the doorman's face vanished completely in an instant.

This guy was clever enough; he blinked and then turned and ran. He was just kidding, Mei Wen had hired him to keep watch for three hundred copper coins a month. Why would he risk his life like that?

Such a commotion at the gate naturally attracted the attention of everyone inside the courtyard.

Many guards and servants were awakened from their sleep.

Indeed, the Mei family had guards and servants. Although most of these people were hooligans recruited from nearby villages, they were enough to make a proper impression. Even the people resting in the back courtyard were awakened, especially Mei Wen, who, cursing, put on his coat and stormed into the front courtyard. Although he was over sixty years old and his face was full of wrinkles, he was still full of energy.

This is the Mei residence.

His grandson will soon be the Duke of Lu, yet there are still fools who dare to cause trouble at the Mei residence.

This matter cannot be left unresolved; the dignity of the nobility cannot be humiliated.

No matter who this person is, he must be torn to pieces, and his family must not be spared either. With this thought in mind, Mei Wen rushed to the front yard, followed by Mei Shaohua, Mei Wen's only son and Mei Zicong's father, who had also woken up. Gao Cuicui and Mei Shaohua's wife were also behind them. That's how it is in the countryside; when something happens, regardless of age or gender, the whole family pitches in.

Mei Wen frowned, looking at the sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy surrounded by a group of guards. He was so different from the fierce bandits he had imagined. Although he had doubts, he couldn't lose face. He slammed his cane heavily on the ground: "Whose child are you? What do you want by barging into my Mei residence?"

Under the moonlight, Song Yan's face seemed to be bathed in a hazy, soft glow.

The people on Mo are like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.

But that's it.

With a faint smile on his face throughout, Song Yan cupped his hands in a respectful gesture:

"My mother, Mei Yingxue."

"Greetings to all the elders."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of all the guards around them became extremely strange.

These guards were either from Meijia Village or from villages not far from Meijia Village. They might not know everything about Old Master Mei Wu by heart, but they were certainly very familiar with him.

Mei Yingxue, isn't that the daughter of Old Master Mei Wu who died young?
The news of Mei Wu's death was spread by his elderly mother, elder brother, and sister-in-law.

It is said that they even found a coffin made of Phoebe zhennan wood and gave him a proper burial.

But what's going on here? How did Mei Yingxue's son end up here?

Although they were all farmers in the village with little experience, there were some who were quick-witted. Just the mention of "my mother, Mei Yingxue" was enough to make these people think of many things.

Let's look at Mei Wen, Gao Cuicui, and Mei Shaohua.

The expressions on their faces changed countless times in a short period of time, ranging from shock and fear to disbelief, but mostly anger and murderous intent. Considering that Mei Zicong had been adopted by Mei Shaohua as Mei Wudang's grandson and inherited the title of Duke, what else was unclear?
Some of the hooligans exchanged glances, each able to see the strangeness in the other's eyes. This was a matter between Mei Wu and Mei Wen, not something they could easily get involved in. They silently began to retreat, ready to turn and run if things went wrong, without the slightest hesitation.

Mei Wen's body trembled slightly. Upon hearing the name Mei Yingxue, he felt as if his heart was about to leap out of his chest. However, having lived for so many years, he was much more composed than his son and those women. He took a deep breath, and his old face returned to normal: "You bastard, my niece died of illness long ago. Where did this son come from?"

“Over the years, there have been quite a few people who have tried to establish kinship ties with the Mei family.”

"You're the first person to use such a lame excuse."

"What are you all standing there for? Quickly capture this ignorant brat, regardless of his life or death."

A sharp shout echoed through the front yard.

The guards looked at each other, unsure of what to do.

Just then, a tall, burly man, resembling a black bear, stepped forward from the crowd, wielding a wood-chopping knife. Perhaps wanting to impress Mei Wen and gain favor in the future so he could earn more money to support his family, his copper-bell-like eyes flashed with madness: "Kid, don't blame me."

With a howl, the wood-chopping knife came crashing down towards Song Yan's head.

Just then, Song Yan laughed out loud. Using his left foot as a support, he spun around and before the wood-chopping knife could even come down, his right foot slammed heavily into the strong man's stomach with a thud.

His large belly seemed to ripple with moisture.

Immediately afterwards, a surge of internal energy seeped in like a flood.

puff.

A muffled thud. The burly man's clothes ripped apart on the back, and his skin burst open, spraying out a bloody hole. Fragments of his internal organs mixed with blood splattered out. The burly man's body froze on the spot, his consciousness not yet completely gone. His wide pupils darted around frantically, as if trying to see what he looked like now.

Unfortunately, it can't be done.

puff.

Its massive body crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

hiss.

Only at this moment did everyone react, and there were immediate gasps of shock. Many eyes looked at Song Yan with shock and fear. Who could have imagined that such a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy would possess such strength?

The already disorganized guards all retreated in unison, trying to create some distance between themselves and Song Yan.

Mei Wen's face turned extremely gloomy, and her lips trembled.

Song Yan's gaze swept over Mei Wen and landed on an old woman in her sixties or seventies next to her. Although her skin was wrinkled all over, her naturally slanted eyes still revealed a bit of viciousness.

This must be the grandmother, Gao Cuicui, that Mei Zicong mentioned. The saying "appearance reflects the heart" may not be absolute, but it still holds some truth.

A middle-aged man in his thirties or forties standing next to him bears a resemblance to Mei Zicong and is likely Mei Zicong's father.

The whole family is now both shocked and furious.

Just then, a coughing sound came from over there. Mei Wen, Gao Cuicui, and Mei Shaohua quickly turned around and saw an old woman, hunched over, coughing as she slowly walked over. The old woman was older than Mei Wen, at least eighty years old, a true centenarian in this day and age.

Dressed in gorgeous clothes.

It does have a certain imposing presence.

Mei Wen and Mei Shaohua quickly went over and helped the old lady up by the shoulders on either side.

Song Yan's expression remained unchanged, but he already knew the old woman's identity.

Mei Wen, Mei Wu's mother, Gao Shaofen.

Gao Cuicui was her niece from her maternal family and Mei Wen's cousin, so her marriage to Mei Wen could be considered a double blessing.

When an octogenarian woman appeared on stage, the initial commotion in the audience subconsciously subsided.

Gao Shaofen coughed, and after a long while, she slowly raised her head. Her cloudy gaze swept over Song Yan, and her face was expressionless: "Mei Yingxue is dead."

"I buried him myself."

His hoarse voice truly made Song Yan understand what it meant to be an old, bony person; this was probably what it meant.

Hearing this, Song Yan was not surprised at all.

Although Gao Shaofen was not mentioned at all when Mei Zicong gave his explanation, as Mei Wu's mother, Gao Shaofen was the matriarch of the Duke's mansion. Without Gao Shaofen's consent, it would be impossible for Gao Cuicui to exchange children or for Mei Wen to kill his mother.

Song Yan even suspected that all of Gao Cuicui's schemes were devised by this old hag. As for the reason, it was probably because Mei Wen's wife, Gao Cuicui, was her niece, and they were naturally closer. Who knows?

The old, venerable woman, though her eyes were cloudy, spoke with an unwavering conviction: "Even if Mei Yingxue were still alive, she wouldn't be included in the Mei family genealogy and wouldn't be considered a member of the Mei family. Her son is also an outsider and has no right to enter the Mei family, let alone dream of the Mei family's position as Duke."

“My great-grandson Zi Cong is Mei Wu’s grand-nephew and a member of the Mei family.”

"Only Zi Cong is qualified to inherit the title of Duke of the Mei family."

"I don't care who you are, just go. I won't pursue this matter with you today."

laugh.

Song Yan couldn't help but burst out laughing, and the expressions of the Mei family members became even more unpleasant.

Amidst murderous gazes, Song Yan finally picked up the cloth bag in her hand, untied it little by little, reached inside, grabbed a strand of long hair, and pulled out a round object.

The moment the moonlight shone on that round object, the crowd erupted again.

That was... a human head.

“Old hag, is the Mei Zicong you’re talking about him?” Song Yan blinked, looking completely innocent. “He probably can’t inherit Mei Wu’s title of Duke. After all, he only has a head left, and it won’t be long before it rots away. It would be somewhat undignified to put him in the position of Duke.”

Rumble, rumble...

These words struck the Mei family like a bolt from the blue. Old Madam Qian, Gao Cuicui, Mei Wen, Mei Shaohua, and Mei Shaohua's wife were all stunned, their faces turning deathly pale, and their bodies trembling.

They didn't believe what Song Yan said and stared wide-eyed at the head in Song Yan's hand.

Until I saw that familiar face...

hum.

My mind is completely blank.

Especially Gao Cuicui, whose body swayed and then fell straight to the ground.

The old woman wasn't much better off. Her lips were trembling violently, half her face was drooping, saliva was dripping from the corner of her mouth, and her eyes were rolling back. She looked like she had suffered a stroke. If Mei Wen and Mei Shaohua hadn't been supporting her, she probably would have collapsed straight down.

Song Yan casually tossed Mei Zicong's head aside, and it rolled to the old woman's feet.

"what……"

The poor old woman, over eighty years old, could not withstand such a shock; she screamed and fainted completely.

Mei Wen and Mei Shaohua were heartbroken, but they still quickly pinched her philtrum, even scratching her upper lip until the skin broke. The old woman finally groggily woke up. However, when she looked at her great-grandson's head at her feet, her cloudy old eyes finally broke down in tears. She struggled to her feet like a madwoman, her legs barely obeying her commands, yet she still trembled as she lunged at Song Yan: "You little bastard, you...you dared to kill Zicong! You're all dead! Kill him right now!"

The old woman howled.

What was once a kind and benevolent face has now become a terrifying and grotesque sight.

That was her most beloved great-grandson.

That person is destined to inherit the title of Duke of the Mei family.

That's how his head was ripped off.

After so many years of planning, success was just one step away, but who could have imagined that it would all come to nothing? This shock was unbearable for the old woman. She wanted nothing more than to skin Song Yan alive, tear him to pieces, grind his bones to dust, and slice him into a thousand pieces. It was like a terrible nightmare, and only in this way could she wake up from it.

There was silence.

None of the guards paid any attention to the old woman.

Just kidding, Mei Zicong is dead.

Now that the Duke's title is gone, what are Mei Wen's family worth? They probably won't even get their wages. Who would be foolish enough to work for this old hag at a time like this?
Moreover, that young man didn't seem like someone to be trifled with.

Seeing that she couldn't command the guards, the old woman trembled with rage: "You...you just wait, you bastard, you dared to kill my great-grandson, I'm going to sue you..."

Song Yan smiled and said, "Sue me? No problem. Who do you want to sue? Do you need me to make a connection for you?"

"I have a good relationship with Fang Shan, the prefect of Dongling Prefecture. He should accept your petition."

"If all else fails, go to the Ministry of Justice. I happen to know Zhao Anze, the Minister of Justice."

"The Court of Judicial Review is also acceptable. Lu Changqing, the Minister of the Court of Judicial Review, even came to give me gifts when I moved."

The old woman's voice abruptly stopped, her wide eyes staring at Song Yan in disbelief, as if she couldn't understand how a bastard could know so many important people.

"Speaking of which, Mui Chi-chung's death was truly tragic."

Do you know how I killed him?

Song Yan's smile grew even wider. He knew that the root of all evil lay in these scumbags in front of him. If it weren't for these beasts, his mother would never have died so young, in her early twenties.

He will repay these people double for everything his mother has endured.

“I chopped Mei Zicong into mincemeat…you know what mincemeat is, right? It’s that kind of mushy stuff.”

“I started chopping from his feet, then his calves, thighs, and stomach.”

"He was in so much pain, he was convulsing on the ground. He wanted to scream, but his throat was hoarse and he couldn't make a sound."

The somber voice, like a bewitching, malevolent melody, echoed in everyone's heart. The meticulous descriptions, coupled with the captivating voice, made the reader feel as if they were there, witnessing those bloody scenes firsthand.

Old Lady, Mei Wen, Gao Cuicui, and the others felt their hearts clench, tears streaming down their faces. They could clearly imagine the pain and despair Mei Zicong had felt back then.

"You know what being cut in half at the waist is, right? It cuts the body in half from the stomach, and the internal organs are cut open. But it's not the kind of place that can kill you directly, so even if you're cut in two, you won't die so quickly... It's like Mei Zicong has experienced being cut in half at the waist ten times, a hundred times."

"But he just can't die."

"His intestines and stomach were turned into minced meat, but he was still in good spirits. He could only watch helplessly as his flesh and bones were chopped up little by little."

"Click, click, click..."

"Stop talking..." Mei Wen could no longer control herself and roared angrily.

Unfortunately, Song Yan wouldn't listen to him.

“He even begged me to kill him quickly.” Song Yan shrugged. “But no matter what, he’s still my… well, my cousin. I’m not the kind of person who’s bloodthirsty. I’ll let Mei Zicong live a little longer. I even took out some ginseng and put it in his mouth to keep him alive.”

"What a pity, I only played for half an hour before he died from the pain."

"Bastard, I'll kill you..." Mei Shaohua could no longer hold back. Hearing his son being tortured to death bit by bit, Mei Shaohua's eyes turned bloodshot. He picked up a wood-chopping knife that someone had thrown on the ground and pounced on Song Yan like a madman.

Then, with a snap, Song Yan grabbed her wrist.

Immediately afterwards, a dagger appeared in Song Yan's palm, and he stabbed it into Mei Shaohua's stomach.

puff.

puff.

puff.

In a short period of time, Mei Shaohua developed more than a dozen holes in his stomach.

When Song Yan released his grip, Mei Shaohua's body went limp and collapsed to the ground, convulsing nervously.

This person was my uncle, so his death is no big deal.

With a cruel smile on his face, Song Yan walked step by step toward the remaining people. With each step he got closer, the pressure on them increased.

The first to break down was Mei Zicong's mother. This woman in her thirties screamed and, without even thinking about avenging her son, turned and ran.

Song Yan is a devil.

Get close, or you'll die.

She doesn't want to die.

At this moment, the woman was filled with regret. If she had known she would end up like this, she would never have coveted the Duke's title.

All she wanted was to live a good life.

Song Yan raised his right foot and kicked the handle of the wood-chopping knife with a bang.

The next second, the wood-chopping knife, like a cannonball, tore through the air and pierced into Mei Zicong's mother's back with a hiss.

With a mournful cry, the middle-aged woman collapsed to the ground. For a moment, she was not completely dead. She desperately clawed at the ground with her hands, as if she still wanted to get away from this place. However, after moving a few feet with difficulty, she finally exhausted all her strength and became completely still.

Immediately afterward, Song Yan flashed and appeared in front of Mei Wen. His arm shot out like lightning, grabbing Mei Wen's neck and lifting the old, hunched body up.

"Speaking of which, it was you who knocked my mother to the ground back then?"

Song Yan's voice was neither happy nor sad, neither hurried nor slow, as if stating a fact that had nothing to do with him: "Since that's the case, then you should also experience what it feels like to be thrown to the ground."

"No..." The old woman's pupils contracted sharply, as if she had just recovered from the shock of Mei Shaohua's death. She screamed and lunged forward with her hunched body, trying to stop him.

But it was completely useless.

All that could be seen was Song Yan suddenly exerting force in his arm.

call.

Mei Wen's entire body was flung into the dark night sky by Song Yan.

(End of this chapter)