Northeast: My Absurd Woman

Chapter 79 Cutting open the stomach

Yang Wuni's uncle, Yang Deshan, came back from outside, carrying a tree branch as thick as an arm.

He threw away the branch, straightened up, and looked at Yang Wuni with a smile.

Yang Deshan was tall, slightly overweight, with a round face, big eyes, and dark skin. He smiled shyly and lowered his head.

He didn't get married not because he couldn't find a wife, but because he wasn't satisfied with any woman.

He feels nauseous whenever a woman who is not related to him gets close to him.

"Uncle, my father is still the same. He won't even let me go home to visit him after I got married."

He just believed in Wang Fengxian; who knows what kind of bewitching potion that shaman gave him.

Yang Wuni regarded this uncle, who had no status in the family as much as she did, as her lifeline.

Uncle Yang Deshan pulled off the sleeves from his cuffs and brushed off the tree bark from his body.

He glanced sideways at Yang Deming and Zhang Changyao.

Then they dragged Yang Wuni to Fangshan, a place where no one could hear them.

"Wu Ni, you have a family and a man now, what are you afraid of?"

Let's go find Wang Fengxian right now and ask her how she figured out you were a "plague god".

If she can't explain it clearly, we'll just overturn the memorial tablet she's worshipping.

Let everyone know that this old woman is just a charlatan who harms people.

If she really can summon a spirit, then you should ask her about it.

What grudge did you have against him in your past life that he had to beat you up like this?

The reason your uncle didn't help you before was because he was afraid your dad would kick us both out and leave us to live in the open.

Now your uncle is not afraid of anything. Once you have a family, your uncle will dare to fight with your father.

I'm younger than him, he can't bully me now.

Yang Deshan smiled with pursed lips, fondly touching Yang Wuni's long braid.

"Uncle, let's go now. If we can't get a straight answer out of her, I'll tear her mouth open."

Yang Wuni still wanted to go even without support, and now that she has her uncle as a helper, she is even more fearless.

The two walked out of Fangshan hand in hand, and Zhang Changyao, who had been holding Yang Deming, had already let go of his arms due to exhaustion.

Yang Deming, arms flailing, searched the yard for a suitable weapon, ready to challenge Zhang Changyao to a duel.

"Second brother, if you keep doing this, we'll find a rope and tie you up."

The child finally comes home, and you, as the father, don't even act like a human being.

Look how handsome our new son-in-law is, a refined and cultured young man.

And look at you, the father-in-law, hunched over, ready to fight with the kids.

This kid is just an honest person, otherwise he would have already pinned you to the ground and given you a good beating.

"You're too old to be respectful; how can your children respect you in the future?"

Seeing that Zhang Changyao could subdue Yang Deming, Yang Deshan also dared to reprimand Yang Deming.

"Old man, you've really gotten to yourself, haven't you? This brat will be gone sooner or later."

She's gone, so you don't want to stay in this house anymore, right?

Unable to find anything convenient, Yang Deming had no choice but to run to Yang Deshan empty-handed.

"Dad, what my uncle said was all for our own good."

If you make a scene like this, the neighbors will laugh at our family.

Wu Fengxia stepped forward and stood between Yang Deming and Yang Deshan.

Having no other choice, Yang Deming pointed at Yang Deshan with one finger.

He bit his lower lip with his upper teeth, feeling anxious but unable to reach it.

"Father, let's go find Wang Fengxian and settle accounts. When I come back, we'll know whether I'm a 'plague god' or not."

If I really am a "plague god," I will never return to this home again.

If I weren't a "plague god," my son and I would have a serious talk.

"I can't let all these years of suffering go unpunished; you have to give me an explanation."

After Yang Wuni finished speaking, she walked to the gate and got on the donkey cart.

Yang Deshan and Zhang Changyao followed them out, and the three of them went to find Wang Fengxian together.

Wang Fengxian's house is located north of a large tree in the center of the village.

Her family lived a pretty good life; their three mud-brick houses were all smooth and clean.

There wasn't a single piece of firewood left in the yard, and not a speck of ash in any of the corners.

Wang Fengxian loves to join in the fun, and she's currently telling ghost stories to the women sitting under the big tree.

She wasn't afraid when she saw that the person who came was Yang Wuni.

This Yang Wuni is a child she has watched grow from birth to the present.

Yang Wuni knew better than anyone how capable she was.

From childhood until now, Wang Fengxian feels at ease whenever she sees this child suffering.

The more Yang Wuni suffered, the happier Wang Fengxian felt.

The thrill of revenge lingered in her heart for eighteen years.

She thought Yang Wuni was doomed this time, but she never expected that this lucky girl would still be alive.

This is also the ghost story she just told the villagers.

The ghost story is about Yang Wuni offending the gods.

The gods have been busy in heaven lately and haven't had time to punish Yang Wuni.

She calculated that Yang Wuni would die in six months.

If Yang Wuni doesn't die, she'll go ask the great sage.

Let this "plague god" leave this village as soon as possible, and ensure the safety of the people in this village.

"Wang Fengxian, are you still going to beat me up? How come your tongue hasn't rotted yet?"

Do you want me to pull your tongue out and show it to everyone?

Look at the color of your tongue, you woman who talks nonsense without thinking!

Or I could cut open your stomach with a knife and show it to everyone.

Look at those who are wicked; is their insides red or black?

Yang Wuni jumped out of the car and went straight to Wang Fengxian, who was over fifty years old.

Wang Fengxian was short and thin, with a pointed chin and fox-like eyes.

Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that this woman is difficult to fool.

Seeing that Yang Wuni was up to no good, she quickly stood up and leaned against a tree.

She held out both hands in front of her, afraid that Yang Wuni would grab her clothes.

"Wang Fengxian, I'm asking you why you wanted to harm me. What did I do to offend you when I was just born?"

"Where is your sorcerer? Tell him to come out, I want to ask him."

Yang Wuni stood very close to Wang Fengxian, so close that their noses almost touched.

"Yang Wuni, the fortune teller said you are a 'plague god,' so you are a 'plague god.' Asking is pointless."

"You can't just see a spirit whenever you want; you have to burn incense and perform a shamanic ritual to invite him down."

Wang Fengxian clearly lacked confidence, and her words were as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

"Wang Fengxian, let me ask you, I was born in the morning."

Did your sorcerer come here without any explanation and tell you I'm a "plague god"?

Or did you deliberately try to humiliate me by offering incense and performing rituals for your sorcerer, which is why he came to tell you this?"

Yang Wuni got even closer to Wang Fengxian, so close that she couldn't see Wang Fengxian's face clearly.

"Yang Wuni, I don't mean to harm you. It's just that my spirit knows you're about to be born."

I was afraid you, this "plague god," would harm me and the people in the village, so I made myself seem powerful.

Why would I, a white person, get up early to cause you trouble for no reason?

You're just a newborn girl, and you have no grudge against me.

"The spirit was protecting me and the villagers; otherwise, why would it appear to me without offerings?"