CHAPTER 677: CHAPTER 673 SOMETHING BIG HAPPENED (FIRST UPDATE)

As soon as Old Mrs. Mu gave the order, not a single person in the Old Mu Family dared to do the task of going to the stove to scoop out the ashes.

Even the instigator Mu Dazhong didn’t dare to step forward.

Anyone with a bit of sense would know that if Xiangxiang drank the ashes and recovered normally, they wouldn’t get any benefit from it.

If something went wrong, their lives could be finished by the old lady.

"Are your ears deaf, or your legs broken? What’s wrong, can’t I command you anymore? She’s your biological sister; if something happens to Xiangxiang, can your conscience bear it?"

Old Mrs. Mu yelled at the few who were standing still.

The few people did nothing except hunch their shoulders.

Old Mrs. Mu was fuming with anger, she glanced around the room, and finally could only vent her frustration on the most obedient Mrs. Liu.

"You from Old Fourth’s house, you’re usually the best at handling things. Hurry to the kitchen and get some ashes from the stove for Xiangxiang, mix it with water. Remember, it must be warm water, if I find out you use cold water for my Xiangxiang, I’ll skin you alive."

"Mom..." Mrs. Liu opened her mouth, just about to explain, but was shouted at by Old Mrs. Mu.

"What nonsense are you trying to spin, hurry up!"

Mrs. Liu was timid, after being scolded, she swallowed her anger and could only do as Old Mrs. Mu said.

She left the main room, walked straight to the earth stove, and at the stove mouth, Mrs. Liu reached out her hand, scooped a handful of ashes inside, mixed it in half a cup of warm water, and carried it back to the main room.

By this time, Old Mrs. Mu was already impatient, cursing continuously.

"Old Fourth’s wife, like a lazy donkey grinding, still not here, is she letting our Xiangxiang wait to die? Old Fourth’s wife..."

Mu Dajiang, standing nearby, was dissatisfied with Old Mrs. Mu only ordering his wife to do things.

"Mom, why do you always ask Xiaxia’s mom to work? There are so many people in this room, can’t you ask someone else? Besides, she just went to the kitchen, how can she be so fast?"

Old Mrs. Mu spat at Mu Dajiang, swearing: "I didn’t ask you, what are you blabbering about? So fond of your wife, why don’t you tie her to your waistband and hide her? Bringing her out is so embarrassing."

"Mom, what are you saying? Why can’t Xiaxia’s mom see people? She..."

Mu Dajiang wanted to say something else, but Old Mrs. Mu picked up the water cup from the table next to her and fiercely smashed it onto Mu Dajiang’s head.

With a bang, a hole was opened on top of Mu Dajiang’s head, and blood gushed out instantly.

Mr. Mu was shocked.

He pointed at Old Mrs. Mu and cursed: "Are you crazy? This is your son, how can you be so harsh?"

Old Mrs. Mu was initially a bit guilty when she saw the blood surging from Mu Dajiang’s head, but after Mr. Mu’s scolding, she didn’t feel guilty at all, instead she justified.

"What if I hit him? What comes out of my intestines is mine to beat or kill, nobody can interfere."

Old Mrs. Mu’s words thoroughly chilled Mu Dajiang’s heart.

Just then, Mrs. Liu came in with a bowl of water, frightened when she saw the blood on Mu Dajiang’s head, she shivered, almost dropping the bowl of warm water.

"What’s wrong with Daddy Xiaxia? Why is he bleeding?" Mrs. Liu asked.

"Old Fourth’s wife, what are you chattering about, hurry and bring the water to Xiangxiang."

"Mom, I just..." Mrs. Liu brought the water to Old Mrs. Mu’s side, wanting to explain the matter.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Old Mrs. Mu received the water, she hit Mrs. Liu’s stomach with her elbow, knocking her down to the ground directly.

Mrs. Liu clutched her stomach, moaning endlessly on the ground, tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, but she dared not cry, because Old Mrs. Mu’s venomous gaze glared at her.

"Mom, my stomach hurts..."

Old Mrs. Mu not only showed no sympathy but scolded Mrs. Liu:

"Get lost, can’t handle a small thing, still dare pretend in front of me, I barely used any force, how could it hurt you?"

Listening to Old Mrs. Mu’s denial, Mu Dajiang’s eyes turned red.

He glared at Old Mrs. Mu, pulled Mrs. Liu up, and silently left the main room.

Old Mrs. Mu watched their departing direction, snorted coldly: "If you have guts, don’t come back, eating my food, drinking my water, still dare act tough in front of me, shameless thing, I spit on you."

After cursing Mrs. Liu and Mu Dajiang, Old Mrs. Mu turned around and put on a smile, softer than ever, towards Mu Xiangxiang, holding the black ash water to her mouth.

"Xiangxiang dear, quickly drink this water, and you won’t cough blood."

Mu Xiangxiang was still coughing, but seeing that black stuff, she coughed even more violently.

She reached out to knock away the ash water in Old Mrs. Mu’s hand, was grabbed by the wrist by Old Mrs. Mu.

"Xiangxiang, my dear sweetheart, listen to me, I won’t harm you. In the past, whenever someone in the family coughed blood, they drank this water to stop the bleeding, if you don’t believe me, at least believe your ancestors."

Old Mrs. Mu firmly believed the thing in her hand could save her daughter, so she strongly persuaded Mu Xiangxiang to drink the ash water.

Half-believing, Mu Xiangxiang was forced to drink the cup of ash water by Old Mrs. Mu into her throat.

The water with stove ashes had a rasping feeling on her throat, and a terrible taste.

Mu Xiangxiang felt as if her throat was being trampled by something, a nauseating sensation emerged.

"Ugh..."

A pile of filth was spat out from Mu Xiangxiang’s mouth, all black stuff.

Not only dirty, but it stunk.

Everyone in the room stepped back, covering their noses, vomiting wildly against the wall.

Old Mrs. Mu was stunned.

"Xiangxiang, what’s wrong? Don’t scare me, speak up..."

As she pulled Mu Xiangxiang, she shouted.

Mu Xiangxiang was pulled tight, her head toppled forward, falling directly into that pile of filth.

"Ah..." Old Mrs. Mu screamed.

Mr. Mu rushed forward to tug Mu Xiangxiang.

Mu Xiangxiang lay in a pile of filth, eyes rolled back, face blue, even her hands hung straight down.

Mrs. Lin saw this, screamed out loud.

"It’s bad, Xiangxiang is... dead!"

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Mu Shuangshuang early in the morning took Xue Zheng to Zhao Yun’s cotton field to wander.

This season, cotton fields are the easiest place to hide rabbits.

Mu Shuangshuang planned to first familiarize Xue Zheng with the flatland, then head into the mountains.

The weather was a bit cold, Xue Zheng wore a thick jacket, with a red nose, following Lu Yuanfeng and Mu Shuangshuang.

As soon as Yuanbao and Little Zhi entered the cotton field, they disappeared like wild cats let loose.

Mu Shuangshuang whispered to Xue Zheng: "If we follow Brother Yuan Feng, we will definitely catch a wild rabbit."

You could see Lu Yuanfeng, carrying a bow and arrow, weaving in and out of the cotton field, covering a large area in a short time, but with no harvest.

Xue Zheng’s eyes were wide open, completely different from his usual self.

Suddenly, Lu Yuanfeng in the lead stopped, pointing at a spot in the cotton field: "Shh! There’s something there~"