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Winston, who had just relaxed, tensed up again.

His father had personally said that Yang Mu was an honest child.

He hadn't felt anything in the past two years, but now, looking at how honest he was, he was completely dishonest!

This truly happened again and again before the situation settled down. What else did he have to doubt?

It was obvious that Madame Song was also surprised. Finally, she turned her head and looked at Yang Mu.

Yang Mu met her gaze. After a long while, Song Shuhang turned his head to the side. He looked calm and composed, but Yang Mu didn't think so.

"Are you afraid?"

Yang Mu's voice was light, and there was even a hint of mockery in his tone.

No one else had heard him, because his voice was truly too soft.

If Madame Song was not deaf, she might be able to hear what Yang Mu was saying since they were so close.

Wen Sijia walked over.

After all, she was the owner of the castle and felt that this was the end of the matter.

Yang Mu had already avenged himself, so he couldn't hold Old Song in suspense. After all, Madame Song was of great virtue and prestige.

"Alright, Yang Mu. It's about time. Today is already a bloody day, I don't want to see any greater chaos." "Song Li has committed many evil deeds. If you want to deal with him, no one will care about you. Don't implicate any more innocent people!"

Yang Mu calmly looked at Wen Sijia, revealing a different expression.

"You … It's Wen Sijia? "

"What?"

Wen Sijia, of course, didn't understand what Yang Mu was implying.

"Hmph, in those two years, I was really a fool. I thought you were a godlike woman, Wen Sijia. Now, it seems that you are also a ferocious and brainless person."

Petrification!

Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that such a word would one day fall upon her.

It was still the same. Luckily, Wen Sijia was Wen Sijia and not Chu Hong. Otherwise, he would have pounced on Yang Mu.

She restrained the complicated feelings in her heart and said with a frown,

"What do you mean? Stop trying to be mysterious!"

Yang Mu gave a slight smile and nodded his head. Then, he walked over to sit in front of Matriarch Song and exchanged a look with her.

Mrs. Song looked like an ordinary old lady. Of course, her clothes were elegant and luxurious, but it couldn't stop the wrinkles from climbing.

After watching for a long time, Mrs. Song seemed to be a little tired and she rubbed her eyes.

"Feeling guilty again?"

"Young man, what are you trying to do?"

"Hehe …"

Yang Mu ignored the old lady's question and turned his head to look at Wen Sijia.

"How long has the old woman been lame?"

"Yang Mu!" Speak properly. Madam Song's legs were unable to stand thirty years ago. However, this does not affect her image in the eyes of the younger generations. "

Wen Sijia's words were very official.

Although she said this, she didn't really have much respect for Uncle Song.

It wasn't that she didn't respect this old lady, but that all of her thoughts were on Yang Mu.

After calming down, Wen Sijia understood that this kid was not going to shoot for nothing. He must have discovered something.

Therefore, she answered Yang Mu's question.

"Thirty years? "You really haven't been able to stand up?"

"Yes, his condition is very serious. He invited many experts from both home and abroad to watch him. This is something that everyone in the industry knows. Everyone feels very regretful."

Yang Mu's smile became even wider. He looked at Song Lihe, who had collapsed on the ground, and said loudly:

"Old thing!" Just now, this disappointing grandson of yours was scared out of his wits. He knew that I had to kill him, and there was no doubt that you were his only hope of survival. That's why he has no respect for you anymore. Come over and pull on your wheelchair! Even though your movements are quick and nimble, I can still see you poking the ground with your foot! Although I have never gone to school, but I am not a fool who knows nothing. Life tells me that strength can be balanced by symmetry! Just now, the wheelchair was tilting and it seemed like it was going to fall, but in the end she miraculously did not fall! I am thinking, did you put out your foot to support it, and balance your strength? "

This sentence was like a bomb being thrown, shocking the crowd.

No one noticed.

However, Yang Mu's words were impossible!

A person who had been paralyzed in a wheelchair for more than thirty years, his legs were already useless. How could he possibly support a wheelchair that was about to collapse?

"Hehe, I saw it. You didn't dare to look at me when I looked you in the eyes twice. And you were in such a hurry to leave just now. Actually, you're not a cripple at all, are you? "

Wen Sijia felt a little dizzy because Yang Mu had made her faint.

This brat …

How could he say something like that?

Maybe he was wrong.

"When the wheelchair tilts, Madame Song's feet will naturally fall to the ground …"

Wen Sijia wanted to refute Yang Mu.

"However, at that time, her good grandson Song Li was still exerting strength on the wheelchair. If her feet only touched the ground powerlessly, the wheelchair would continue tilting! However, the wheelchair did not continue to tilt! "How do you explain that?"

"This …"

Wen Sijia was at a loss for words. In her heart, she was thinking, could it be that you didn't see it clearly?

However, he couldn't say that sentence. Judging from Yang Mu's resolute expression, he must have seen it clearly, which was why he issued such an attack.

The question was, could Old Mrs. Song really be a fake cripple? Why did she have to pretend to be a cripple?

"Then the question is, could Old Mrs. Song really be a fake cripple? Why would she pretend to be a cripple? "

Just as Wen Sijia thought this in her heart, Yang Mu actually told her every word of his thoughts.

It made Wen Sijia feel weird.

After Yang Mu finished his sentence, he started pacing back and forth, frowning as he pondered.

At this moment, Matriarch Song still maintained her composure as she looked at Yang Mu and coldly said:

"Youngster, you are going too far! Since you killed my family, I won't hold grudges against you. But now you are trying to make trouble for me! I know you are very powerful, but you can't bully an old woman like me like that! Scarlett, do you not want to ask? He's your Wen family's son-in-law. "

Wen Sijia was somewhat at a loss as to how to answer the question.

However, Yang Mu replied,

"Old woman, you feel even more guilty. You don't dare face me anymore and even call for reinforcements? You want Winston to help you? Great! "Since you asked her to come and sleep with me and fulfill her duty of being my wife, I will not continue investigating."

"Yang Mu!" "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Wen Sijia was angry, but not that angry. She was just a little uncertain about the man in front of her.

After shouting for a while, she continued:

"If you have anything to say, hurry up and say it. Don't mistake Madam Song for going back to rest."

This statement was still very crafty, so it was best to let Yang Mu continue.

Yang Mu understood Zhang Xuan's intentions and decided not to cause any more trouble.

"Send someone to get the pen and paper!"

He looked at her and spoke softly.

Although Wen Sijia didn't know what Yang Mu was trying to say, she still had to cooperate with him.

In a moment, someone brought a pen and paper. Yang Mu then remembered that he still needed to take the table.

So Winston ordered some people to go over there again.

He placed the paper, pen, and table in front of Madam Song, and walked over to her.

"Old thing, write?"

"You … What are you trying to do? "

"Nothing, I just want you to write a few words."

"Humph!" I refuse! Even if my Aunt Song has a few unworthy descendants, she still hasn't done anything wrong in her life. Now that she's so old, how can she accept your coercion? "

Old Madam Song acted as if she would rather die than submit.

Wen Sijia felt that this was not an option and said:

"Yang Mu, just tell us what your suspicions are!" Since the situation has already been set in stone, there's nothing left for us to hide. Why don't you tell us whether it's you who's causing trouble for no reason, or old madam Song really has something wrong. "

Yang Mu was very satisfied with Wen's performance.

Although this girl didn't understand what was going on, she seemed to still believe in him.

Otherwise she wouldn't have let herself go on.

Yang Mu sighed and whispered:

"Actually, I can't say for sure, so I'm trying it out. It's because my guess is a bit bold and reckless."

"Then what is your guess?"

Yang Mu didn't directly announce the answer. Instead, he grabbed the pen and paper on the table and wrote a few lines of words.

Wen Sijia walked over to take a look. The others nearby all stepped forward a bit, but they still didn't dare to approach Yang Mu.

Only Chu Hong went up to Wen Sijia and read out the few lines of words.

In the late autumn, when we went to see our children in the village, there were less than fifteen people, forty-three people, and no one went to school. The primary school in the village was established for them, and they just bought a book, built a house, and hired a teacher.

Chu Hong couldn't help but praise him after reading it.

"Such firm and unswerving writing!"

Wen Sijia was also amazed.

She didn't know that Yang Mu had actually written a good handwriting.

Wasn't she an orphan when she was young?

It seems like he was adopted after he grew up, right? So you were educated?

"Don't be surprised, although laozi hasn't been to school for a day, these words really aren't boasted." Using tree branches to write on the soil for several years, after which the calligraphy was done! These words had absorbed the spiritual qi of heaven and earth, the essence of the sun and moon! The calligraphy that was created on the ground definitely won't boast about it … "

Yang Mu talked for a long time.

Chu Hong and Wen Sijia looked at each other and rolled their eyes.

Can't you be more serious!

You're about to unravel some mystery!

There are so many people here waiting to see you!

You just killed someone, can't you feel a little pressured?

How dare you brag at such a moment!

But they did.

After boasting for a while, Yang Mu finally became serious. He pushed the line of words he had written towards Madame Song and said with a cold smile:

"Write these words! If you write it down, I will accept that you are the kind of person who did good deeds, Mrs. Song! "If you can't write it down, then I won't waste words with you and will throw you downstairs to the zombies. At any rate, it was my intention to destroy the Song Family!"

The expression on Matriarch Song's old face finally changed.

Wen Sijia's eyes narrowed. She noticed that Madame Song's hand was already trembling slightly!

Oh my god! Yang Mu was right! There was really something fishy! She was nervous!