palm surgery

Before dawn, Yang Li looked out of the window. After that dream, it was very difficult for him to fall asleep again.He simply opened his eyes and lay on the bed, lost in thought.

At this moment, there seemed to be a noise rising in the Yang residence, he couldn't help frowning, and got out of bed with his clothes on.

As soon as he opened the car door, he saw the butler rushing over with a few servants: "Master..."

He frowned and looked at the look of surprise on the butler's face and asked, "What happened?"

"It's Mr. Da Lang..." The butler wiped the sweat from his forehead, "He just had a nightmare and fell off the bed and was injured a little bit. Now his sanity seems to be a little unclear, and he is arguing to see you..."

meet him?

The person who is already standing still has a nightmare and wants to argue to see him?

Simply bullshit!

Yang Li's face turned cold: "What dream did he have?"

The butler looked embarrassed: "I don't know this old servant, only... Mr. Dalang just vaguely... mentioned Sister Suiniang..."

The hand in Yang Li's sleeve tightened suddenly: "Nie Zi!"

He flicked his sleeves abruptly, and hurried towards Yang Dalang's courtyard.

Because of Yang Dalang's commotion, his entire yard became lively, and the servants and maids guarding outside saw that the Patriarch actually came in person, and hurriedly saluted him.

Yang Dalang's wife also quickly came out of the inner room.

Yang Li waved his hand and said, "Lead everyone back, I'll talk to Da Lang."

"But Dalang..." Yang Dalang's wife glanced inside worriedly.

After falling asleep soundly, Da Lang suddenly had a nightmare. After waking up, he was still going to see his father-in-law, and he kept chanting someone's name.

Yang Li smiled: "With my grandpa here, you can rest assured. Da Lang is also... at such an old age, he would still be frightened by the nightmare..."

Yang Dalang's wife wanted to speak, but was stopped by the housekeeper, and she had no choice but to retreat with the servants.

The housekeeper bowed and saluted, then retreated and closed the door.

Yang Li opened the curtain and entered the inner room, and saw Yang Dalang leaning on the bed with a pale face, a blood-red mark on his forehead, and blood oozing faintly, presumably he fell off the bed just now.

Yang Dalang's eyes were dazed, and when he saw Yang Li coming in, he hurriedly lifted the quilt and staggered forward and grabbed Yang Li's sleeve: "Grandpa, it's Sui Niang...it's Sui Niang who's back..."

"Crack!" With a sound, the room was suddenly silent.

Yang Dalang fell to the ground and looked at Yang Li who was staring at him coolly in disbelief: "Grandpa..."

"Are you more sober?" Yang Li's voice was icy cold with a bit of uncontrollable anger.

Yang Dalang covered his cheeks and nodded blankly.

Yang Li pulled him up: "Then let's talk about what's going on."

Yang Dalang swallowed his saliva, and then intermittently told what happened just now.

In his sleep at night, he suddenly heard a sound in the room, so he lifted the bed curtain and glanced outside.Under the dim light, a little man about three inches long walked in.

It was not bright in the room, but he could see it clearly, because he didn't know what the little thing was, so he lay motionless on the bed and pretended to be asleep.

I saw the villain looking around, walked around the room and then went out.

Yang Dalang just wanted to get up and take a look, but he heard another faint movement, and he quickly lay down again.

After a while, I saw a few villains walking in carrying a palm-sized coffin, and placed the coffin on the ground not far from the bed.

Then, I saw two women walking in with dozens of servants and maids, all of whom looked about the same size as the villain before.

The two women in front of them were dressed in sackcloth filial piety, with hemp rope tied around their waists, and sackcloth on their heads. Their wide sleeves covered most of their faces.

The woman who knelt and sat at the front cried and said, "Yang Lang...you are so vain about my concubine's affection...how can you let me down and leave my concubine like this..."

The woman behind her also wept mournfully: "Brother-in-law of the Yang family, you really made my sister suffer so much..."

For some reason, Yang Dalang felt a sudden chill in his heart.

When the weeping sister lowered the sleeves covering her face, he finally saw the description of the two people clearly, and was immediately terrified, his body trembling non-stop as if beaten by frost.

Sui Niang...Han Niang...

The two women seemed to have noticed the movement, and looked at him. The two identical faces were both fourteen or fifteen years old.

Seeing him, the woman in front of her grinned, her bright red lips curved into a curve on her pale face: "Yang Lang... aren't you dead? Why aren't you in the coffin?"

She stood up and walked towards Yang Dalang.

Yang Dalang jumped out of the bed and was about to run out, but the bed which was originally not high became as high as a cliff at some point, when he jumped down, he fell dizzy and his head was bleeding.

Sui Niang smiled foolishly: "Why is Yang Lang running away? When a person dies, he has to live in this coffin. Look, this coffin is made of high-quality cypress wood. Yang Lang likes it?"

Yang Dalang watched Suiniang and sisters get closer and closer, and then realized that he had become the same size as them at some point.

He was shaking like chaff, and wanted to continue running, but found that he could not stand up.

"Yang Lang can be content..." Sui Niang stepped forward, her face was red in defeat, her lips were bright, her black eyes were deep, and her cold hand caressed his cheek.

"When our two sisters died, Yang Lang never asked someone to prepare a thin coffin with my two sisters..."

The woman behind Sui Niang laughed lightly, her voice hurting ears: "It's more than that... The brother-in-law of the Yang family raped me and my sister to death, but he even asked someone to divide me and my sister into several parts." He dissected all his bones and blood to refine them into magical instruments, and buried them under the green cypress tree in his ancestral grave..."

"Look at what the brother-in-law of the Yang family looks like now... the wealth of the Yang family over the past ten years is really a pleasure to enjoy..."

He Niang stepped forward and looked at Yang Dalang with a gentle expression: "Brother-in-law of the Yang family is so disobedient, he refuses to lie down in the coffin properly. In this case, let the brother-in-law of the Yang family try and wait for what happened to me in the past..."

She waved her hand, and the villains behind her stepped forward and tied his hands and feet tightly with ropes. Then they pulled hard in different directions, and Yang Dalang hung in the air with his limbs spread wide.

Seeing Sister Sui Niang gradually approaching with a knife, he couldn't help shouting in horror: "It's not me, it's not me who cut up your bones and blood to make magic weapons!"

"It's the Daoist Guangning of the shrine! He told my grandpa that if you want to change the feng shui of my Yang family's ancestral tomb, you can sacrifice the twin girls born in the cloudy and moony time, and make it into a magic weapon. My Yang's Feng Shui was changed to Shangjia. I was young at the time, so I listened to his words and tricked you sisters!"

"I really like you guys. Don't blame me. If you want to blame, you can blame Daoist Guangning! Go find him, go find him!"

Sui Niang smiled lightly: "Then Yang Lang, tell me, where should we go to find that Guangning Daoist?"

Yang Dalang shook his head carelessly: "I don't know, I don't know either! I've only met him a few times, and only my grandfather knows where to find him!"

Sui Niang sneered: "Then let's not mention him for now... The grievance has a head and a debt. Ten years ago, Yang Lang was just a sixteen or seventeen-year-old young gentleman, but first he seduced me, and then he fell in love with me." Regardless of my sister's wishes, raped and killed my two sisters. We really want to repay Yang Lang's kindness..."

Saying that, she and He Niang sisters came forward with knives and axes.

Yang Dalang only felt pain in his hands and feet, and his hands and feet fell to the ground with a "click".

Seeing that the big knife was about to strike at his neck with a flash of cold light, he couldn't help screaming heart-piercingly.