My host is very irritable

He Yue shrugged and replied, "Who knows what they are thinking."

He Yue didn't care about the two people who were making a fuss. She had already seen Zhao Yan arguing with her in the yard below.

Father Zhao pointed his finger at Zhao Yan in the yard and angrily scolded him, "Can you listen to me? You go out with them every day to fool around. Look at what you do. It's not enough for you to pick some peaches to eat, but you also follow them to beat people. Beating is fine, why don't you run away?

I was caught by the police. Now I have paid so much money to them. Are you satisfied? Is it easy for your father and I to earn a few dollars? When will you grow up? "

When Zhao Yan heard his father say bad things about his friend, he immediately retorted angrily: "You are not allowed to say that about my friends. I just want to play with them. It's none of your business. Besides, isn't it just a little money that I lost? Why are you nagging? Are you annoying?"

When Zhao's father heard this, he was furious and picked up a stick to hit Zhao Yan: "I don't care? Just a small amount of money? I will beat you to death today..."

The door of the Zhao family was open. When Zhao Yan saw his father's angry look, he ran out, shouting in a mean way: "You can't hit me, you can't hit me, hehehe..."

Father Zhao became even angrier when he heard this, and the veins on his forehead bulged out in anger: "You, you little bastard, stop right there. If I don't beat you to death today, I'll take the same surname as you."

Zhao Yan challenged him proudly as he ran: "You old bastard, you can't catch up with me! You can't catch up with me..., la la la..."

"You..." Father Zhao pointed at Zhao Yan's back, so angry that he couldn't utter a word.

Mother Zhao couldn't bear to see her son being beaten, so she stepped forward to persuade him, "Okay, don't be angry. Do you really want to beat him up again?"

When Zhao's father heard what his wife said, he took the stick and went back to the house. He put down the stick and said to his wife with a smile: "I beat him up in the afternoon because I felt sorry for the money. I beat him up now to show it to outsiders, so that the neighbors won't gossip about him."

"That's good. I was really afraid that you would beat him to death." Mother Zhao breathed a sigh of relief when she heard her husband's words.

He Yue listened to the conversation between the two and understood why Zhao Yan was such a scumbag. If the upper beam is not straight, it would be strange if the lower beam could be straight.

He Yue left the Zhao family, tied up Zhao Yan who was wandering on the village road, and went to the next scumbag's home.

Sun Ziqiang's parents both work away from home, leaving him and his grandfather alone at home. Because he lacked parental discipline for many years, he started hanging out with a group of street urchins at a young age.

Today, when his grandfather brought him home from the police station, Sun Ziqiang angrily returned to his room and lay down to sleep after being scolded by his grandfather.

He Yue came to his house, pressed his mute point, tied him up and left Sun's house. On the way, he ran into Liu Dalong who was looking for Sun Ziqiang. It was really easy to get! He Yue waved her hand and tied him up too.

He Yue caught all the scum and asked Bing Yi: "Help me find where there is a thorny forest."

"Okay." Bingyi responded quickly to Heyue's words. Soon she opened her eyes and said, "Hemiao, I saw a row of prickly ash trees behind the house where my original body was killed."

He Yue's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she said briskly, "Okay, that's it."

"Are you going to hang them on the prickly ash tree?" Bing Yi asked as she looked at several real-life "kites" on the screen.

"You'll know in a moment." He Yue pulled a few "kites" and quickly came to the back of Xuezhuang Village. When he got there, he saw the thick pepper trees.

She waved her hand and released a stream of spiritual power, and saw that those beasts were left with only a pair of underwear on their bodies.

Then, He Yue pulled a few animals and flew over the prickly ash tree. Then she lowered a few animals to the top of the prickly ash tree and flew forward while pulling the rope.

The animals' bodies were scratched by sharp tree thorns, leaving streaks of blood. They struggled in pain and wanted to scream, but they could only open their mouths and no sound came out.

"It seems like something is missing? What is missing?" He Yue secretly complained. Suddenly, she heard the barking of dogs in the village. "Oh! I remembered that I forgot to open their acupuncture points."

He Yue raised her hand and pressed the mute points of several people, and then she heard shrill cries.

"Ah..., it hurts so much, someone come and save me..."

"It hurts, it hurts so much, who are you? Why did you do this to us?"

"Come out! Come out, who are you?"

"..."

He Yue gave the rope spiritual power, allowing it to automatically circulate on the prickly ash tree. She didn't want to listen to the dirty words of those people, so she blocked her hearing. By the way, she also amplified the cries of several people several times to ensure that the villagers of Xuezhuang Village could hear clearly.

He Yue sat comfortably on the big tree next to her, brewed a cup of fragrant spiritual tea, and savored it leisurely.

The villagers of Xuezhuang Village were lying on their beds, listening to the shrill cries ringing in their ears. They couldn't help but tremble their bodies. What happened? Why was it so miserable?

The residents living next to the prickly ash tree heard it more clearly. Xue Yi's wife couldn't sleep the more she listened. She pulled Xue Yi's arm and asked softly, "Dad, what did you say happened back there? Why was he crying so frighteningly?"

"Who cares what they do? We'll know tomorrow morning, right? Go to sleep!" Xue Yi turned over impatiently and answered without even opening his eyes.

Xue Yi's wife asked worriedly, "Do you think we should report it to the police?"

Xue Yi became more and more impatient after hearing this, and responded coldly: "I said you don't have so many things to do! Go to sleep!"

"..."

"Her father, how about we go out and take a look?"

"What are you looking at? What does it have to do with us? You don't want to sleep, but I do!"

"..."

"Brother, how about we shout? This way we can save the people who are crying."

"You go if you want to, I don't care."

"..."

Such topics are happening in every household in Xuezhuang Village.

Less than half an hour later, He Yue saw that the bodies of the beasts on the tree were covered in blood without a single piece of good meat. They were screaming until their voices were hoarse. She felt that it was enough, and it would be too easy for them to be killed at once. She took out a bag of salt from the space and sprinkled it on the beasts.

The bodies of several people were covered in blood, and the salt had just been sprinkled on them. The pain made them arch up like boiled shrimps. After He Yue sprinkled the salt, he threw the few people under the prickly ash tree. Anyway, it was summer now, and they would not die if they were left here.

Afterwards, He Yue entered her own space and lay down to have a good rest. She planned to take a good look at the faces of the villagers tomorrow morning.