Back to the world, you human trafficker are dead

An unknown amount of time had passed, but Zhang Hui silently circulated his spiritual energy through his meridians over and over again, opening up his meridians bit by bit. For a moment, the only sound in the empty yard was the sound of falling snow.

If there were people in the yard at this time, they would probably be unable to close their mouths. A faint mist was rising from the snowman in the corner, as if the snowman was about to ascend to heaven.

In the room, the mother and son were eating and drinking while chatting: "Mom, I have something good to tell you!" The expression on the burly man's honest and simple black face became a little wretched at this moment, as if he had become a different person.

When Mrs. Zhou heard this, she kept asking, "What's the good news? Tell mother quickly and make her happy."

"Hehe..." Zhou Dawa smiled innocently and scratched his head, "On the way back, there was a disobedient woman who took advantage of the time when Old Blackie was peeing to sneak away, and I caught her."

"Uncle De said that this is my credit and he will give me a woman!" "What? Is this true? God bless, my son's woman can give birth to a boy for my Zhou family!" Mrs. Zhou was so excited that she almost fell off the bed.

"Of course it's true! Why would my son lie to you?" His tone was full of certainty! Mrs. Zhou danced with joy: "Did your uncle De say when he would bring her back?" "I'll be there after dinner!"

Hearing this, Mrs. Zhou couldn't help but turn her head to look at the sky. It was still early. Hehe, good food is never too late. It doesn't matter. Just wait.

Suddenly, she remembered something: "Son, what should we do with the lunatic in the pigsty?" Zhou Dawa's originally happy face wrinkled, and then he slapped his thigh: "Sell her! There are many bachelors anyway, they won't despise her for being a lunatic, as long as they can sleep with her and give birth to babies!"

Mrs. Zhou burst into laughter: "That's fine, as long as you don't have to pay me! This lunatic has been eating and drinking at our house for more than ten years, and he just gave birth to a dead girl who can't carry on the family line. I have long wanted to find you another woman who can give birth."

"Hehe, this trip is really worthwhile. I can get a woman without spending any money, hehehe..." I don't know what good things he thought of, his saliva is almost overflowing.

Zhang Hui outside the house silently listened to these worthless beasts discussing things that were even worse than those of beasts. He secretly kept his composure and made the best use of the time to absorb more spiritual energy.

I heard Mrs. Zhou in the room say again: "Son, why don't you go over earlier and help out? By the way, you can also see which woman has a big butt and can give birth to a son!" Zhou Dawa frowned: "Uncle De said, let's talk after dinner."

"Son, it's already late after dinner. What if Uncle De gives the good children to his relatives? Besides, it will be as dark as ash at the bottom of a pot by then, and you won't be able to see anything clearly." Mrs. Zhou looked at her son expectantly.

Zhou Dawa grabbed the bowl, drank a full bowl of water, wiped his mouth casually and said, "Okay, I'll go now." Then he strode away without even looking at Zhang Hui from beginning to end, as if he was a dead object.

The snowman slowly raised her head, and she slowly stood up holding the wall. Her frozen body had become soft under the continuous impact of spiritual energy. She blinked, and pure white snowflakes fell from her thick eyelashes like fans, and in an instant turned into part of the snow.

The snow was still falling from the sky. The pigs in the pigsty and the chickens in the chicken coop, perhaps feeling something, made no sound.

Zhang Hui walked towards the pigpen step by step, and the special smell in the pigpen followed him. Fortunately, it was winter and the smell was not very strong. If it was summer, Zhang Hui shook his head, not daring to think about how his mother would feel.

Three years ago, my mother kept the house and yard clean every day, including the pigpen and chicken coop where the animals lived, and there was almost no smell. But she went crazy and no longer paid attention to these things.

As for Mrs. Zhou and Zhou Dawa, there is no need to mention them. They will definitely not clean the place.

Even during the day, the pigsty was dark. The dark and damp ground was covered with smelly pig manure, and pig urine flowed over it, forming rivers.

The rage burned fiercely in this instant. Zhang Hui closed her eyes, took a few deep breaths, and suppressed the idea of ​​revenge. She was still too weak now. She was hungry and full every day, and was beaten from time to time, which made her body on the verge of collapse. She had just started practicing, so she could only survive for now.

In fact, Zhang Hui saw his mother at a glance. She was shivering in the innermost part of the pigpen, like an ostrich, with her head buried in the corner and only her back facing the entrance of the pigpen.

Seeing this scene, her nose felt sore and tears couldn't stop flowing: "Mom..." She called softly, afraid to scare her.

At this moment she couldn't bear it anymore. Her mother's appearance at this moment made her heart ache and she couldn't breathe. She wanted to chop those two old beasts into pieces and throw them into the ravine right away.

She suppressed her nasal drip, pushed forward gently with her hands, quickly passed through the pigsty, ran to her mother, and hugged her mother desperately. Even though she was covered in dirt and smelled terrible, she would never let go of her mother's hand.

Maybe it was a moment, maybe it was a long time, Zhang Hui finally calmed down and looked carefully at the mother in front of him. His mother was still the same as he remembered, with a thin and yellow face full of dirt, messy hair, and a thin coat that was casually put on her body loosely, without any warmth at all.

Maybe she still remembered that the person in front of her was her daughter. She did not scream, but just looked at Zhang Hui with dull eyes.

Zhang Hui supported the weak girl and slowly walked out of the pigpen, leaving this disgusting place, and walked step by step towards the utility room next to the toilet, where she used to live.

It was a small, dark room, cleaner than a pigsty. Zhang Hui brought warm water and some thicker clothes, and gently helped his mother clean up. Then he opened the storage bag, took out the Bigu Pill and the Spirit-opening Liquid, fed them to her, and coaxed her to sleep.

Zhang Hui silently ate a piece of plum blossom cake made by his senior sister. The cake melted in his mouth. The spiritual energy flowed into his meridians like a fish and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

If it wasn't that her mother couldn't absorb spiritual energy, why would she let her mother eat the tasteless stuff like the Bigu Pill? And she just checked that although her mother was unconscious, she could be cured with the pill.

This spiritual awakening liquid is a very common medicine in the world of cultivation. It was originally prepared by alchemists for their stupid descendants. After taking it three times, the children can become extremely intelligent. Later, it was used by many cultivators for their spiritual pets that had not yet awakened.

She didn't have any better medicine on hand now, so she could only let her mother use this first. She would help her mother refine better medicine when she had the chance in the future.

Zhang Hui took off the clothes in the house, trying to change the bloody clothes on her body. In fact, there was nothing to be picky about. Her clothes were all made by her mother from her old clothes. As for keeping warm, she didn't count on it. At least she still had spiritual energy to protect her. Although the spiritual energy was small, it stopped the bleeding and pain.

She lay down beside her mother wearily, ready to sort out her thoughts. In her previous life, she was kind-hearted, and on this snowy day, she braved the snow and went up the mountain to chop firewood under the stern rebuke of Mrs. Zhou.

I met a person at the foot of the mountain, a new bride who had just gotten married not long ago.

The snow blocked the mountain, and it was dangerous even for locals. The cold and getting lost could kill people. But the new bride said she would rather die than stay here.

Zhang Hui saw her crying pitifully, so he showed her the way and took her for a walk along the mountain road. To thank her, he gave her a bead at the end, which was gray and inconspicuous.