Chapter 13: The Miserable Liu Haizhong

Looking at this endlessly churning cesspit, the residents of the Siheyuan were all a bit reluctant to get their hands dirty; despite the First Uncle constantly bustling about to save someone, in reality, she was the one standing furthest away, even pinching her nose.

In the end, the ones who put in the most effort were the Second Uncle's two sons, who kept stirring the cesspit with a manure fork.

It took a long time of stirring before they finally fished the Second Uncle out.

He lay on the ground for half an hour before coming to, his mouth still spitting out excrement.

Especially since this was in the middle of the night, this scene directly caused all the neighbors in the Siheyuan to lose any desire to sleep, each and every one of them shocked beyond measure.

"Old Liu, what happened to you? How did you fall into this Reincarnation Land?" The Third Uncle Yan Bugui was still relatively concerned about the Second Uncle, and seeing the Second Uncle just regaining consciousness, he hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

The others also pricked up their ears, wanting to hear exactly what had happened.

After all, the two wooden planks placed over the cesspit were quite sturdy; with the Second Uncle's rock-solid stance, how could he have been knocked down?

"A ghost, I f*cking saw a ghost!"

"A bloody hand was holding two pieces of paper, asking me which one to choose, and it even tugged at my... you-know-what, it scared me so much I fell right in!"

"Then I think I heard that ghost call out Zhao Gangzi," the Second Uncle was even scared to tears, looking at Zhao Gangzi standing to the side with tears streaming down his face, he cried out: "Gangzi! Second Uncle here has taken a disaster for you!"

"I was thinking, could it be your father coming from below to find you, knowing you like to go to the toilet in the middle of the night? It's just a pity for me..."

"Pfft!"

Before the Second Uncle could finish his sentence, another mouthful of yellow soup sprayed out of his mouth, landing directly on the Third Uncle's face.

This immediately made the Third Uncle anxious, and he cursed with his beard bristling and eyes wide: "Old Liu, you're wrong to say that! This is engaging in feudal superstition, do you know that?"

"This is a crime punishable by law; as for ghosts or gods, I won't believe in them."

Yi Zhonghai stood to one side without speaking, simultaneously covering his eyes with his hand; this scene was simply too much to look at.

This fake son of his really knew how to stir up trouble, managing to pull off even something like this.

As for Zhao Gangzi, he couldn't help but laugh out loud, forcibly suppressing his grinning mouth, and said with a trembling voice: "I told you not to fight over the toilet with me, did you run into the real thing this time?"

"Sigh, if you don't listen to a fool's words, you suffer right in front of your eyes; your madness wasn't fully cured before, so you must be able to see things that normal people can't."

"If I had known, I would have listened to you; next time I'll just do it in bed and not come out..."

The Second Uncle was emitting a foul stench all over, and since he was already fat, he looked like he had eaten several pounds of dung; now, he was even taking advantage of the night to embellish the story of what he had encountered.

For a moment, everyone present felt a chill down their backs.

Even the few children present were scared to the point of wailing and crying, all clamoring to go home, not daring to stay outside.

Especially Bang Geng; after hearing the Second Uncle's story, he kept trying to burrow into Jia Dongxu's crotch, nearly ripping open Jia Dongxu's stitches.

This directly enraged Jia Dongxu, who slapped him twice, even knocking out some of his teeth.

"Sigh, don't say that; I heard that decades ago this place was a shooting range, who knows if there might be some unclean things..."

"That's right, last time I came out in the middle of the night, I think I saw something too; it's terrifying when you think about it!"

"Can you stop talking nonsense? If you keep talking nonsense and some people with ulterior motives hear it, you'll be going to the little dark room..."

Quite a few people gathered together, chattering away; the matter was really being made to sound supernatural.

In the current situation, the First Uncle had to step in, otherwise, if the whole Siheyuan started doing this, let alone being named an excellent Siheyuan, they would all end up eating prison food.

"Everyone, everyone, stop spreading rumors; these things have never happened in our Siheyuan. It must be that the Second Uncle is getting old, his eyes are failing, and he saw wrong!" Yi Zhonghai said sternly.

"Right, as a scholar, I have never believed in these things. Old Liu, if you fell into the latrine, you fell into the latrine, why tell such lies? No one will laugh at you."

The Third Uncle was also rarely standing on the same side as the First Uncle this time.

This left Liu Haizhong speechless.

He had seen it clearly at the time, that single bloody hand; he would never forget it for the rest of his life.

"Impossible, that thing even grabbed me, and it's still aching faintly down there; it absolutely cannot be fake!"

The Second Uncle was still arguing back.

The others were also saying all sorts of things.

Shazhu was still standing in the crowd, cursing Liu Haizhong for engaging in feudal superstition, saying he should be stripped of his position as Second Uncle so that he, Shazhu, could take over.

Zhao Gangzi couldn't bear to watch this scene anymore; it was clearly this turtle-son Shazhu who tried to mess with him and failed, only to mess up Old Liu instead.

And now he was trying to shift the blame.

Since that was the case, Zhao Gangzi wouldn't let Shazhu have an easy time.

"Everyone, listen to me for a moment, I think I know what's going on," Zhao Gangzi said loudly, standing beside the Second Uncle.

"Hm? Gangzi knows about this?"

"Then hurry up and tell us, what exactly is going on?"

"Yeah, yeah, it's so late, and there's the factory assessment to pass tomorrow afternoon..."

Originally, Zhao Gangzi didn't have much of a voice in the Siheyuan, but the neighbors all thought he had some connection with the public security bureau, so their attitude toward him was relatively friendly.

Moreover, everyone knew that Zhao Gangzi would have a stable job in the future, and it was Factory Director Yang who had personally spoken; it wouldn't be a problem for him to be promoted to a First-Grade Fitter in a few years.

By then, he could be considered a big shot in the Siheyuan.

Plus, now that his madness was cured, Lao Zhao surely hadn't left him little family wealth; there were even rumors that the money under the bed where Zhao Gangzi slept was all cash.

"The First Uncle has already spoken, what kind of thing are you, Zhao Gangzi? How dare you come out to preside over justice?"

Shazhu panicked a little and hurriedly stepped out to accuse Zhao Gangzi.

But the moment Shazhu raised his finger to point at Zhao Gangzi, it was instantly clamped by Zhao Gangzi, and no matter how hard Shazhu struggled, he couldn't break free.

"Zhao Gangzi, don't you go making trouble in the middle of the night!"

The First Uncle said with a straight face.

Jia Zhangshi also chimed in; as long as this old hag found an opportunity, she would always curse a few times.

Zhao Gangzi ignored them, instead keeping his grip on Shazhu's arm, holding his hand out in front of everyone, and said calmly: "The Second Uncle just said it was a bloody hand, right?"

"Yes, I saw it clearly!" The Second Uncle nodded.

Shazhu: "What does that mean? Zhao Gangzi!"

Slap!

Zhao Gangzi backhanded Shazhu with a slap.

Before Shazhu could react, he grabbed his hand and said to the crowd, "Everyone look, there is still something red stuck to Shazhu's hand."

Hiss...

The crowd gasped.

By the moonlight in the sky, it was not hard to see that there was indeed blood on Shazhu's hand, only it was not his own blood.

Smelling the scent, it was a bit like chicken blood.

"Very well! Shazhu, has Second Uncle treated you poorly? How dare you try to scare me?" Liu Haizhong was furious on the spot.

He struggled to climb up, grabbed a handful of yellow soup from his body, and smeared it onto Shazhu, wishing he could scoop up a bucket from the latrine and pour it all into Shazhu's mouth.

But Shazhu clearly would not accept this accusation; he could not afford to wear this hat, so he could only struggle to defend himself:

"This matter has nothing to do with me. The stuff on my hand is from helping the factory slaughter chickens. You must not frame an innocent person!"

"Besides, I have no grudges against Second Uncle, and doing this would bring me no benefit!"