"Xiao Shan, quick! Only you can save Mom."
"Return the 130,000 yuan to that university student Jiang Hai as soon as the sun rises.”
Zhang Cuifeng grabbed onto Guan Shan's arms tightly as if she was holding onto a life-saving straw.
Guan Shan didn't know how his mother, who was so old, could unleash such power.
Guan Shan endured the intense chill and pain and gritted his teeth."Mom, did you have a nightmare?”
"Why are you talking nonsense?"
"What do you mean only I can save you?"
"I need this 130,000 yuan tomorrow.”
"The leader is going to check the accounts tomorrow. Without this 130,000 yuan to make up for the hole, I'll go to jail.”
Guan Shan didn't want to go to jail before he got married.
If she came out again in a few years, the daylily would be cold.
"No!"
When Zhang Cuifeng heard Guan Shan's words, she let out an ear-piercing scream.
Her hand exerted even more force, causing Guan Shan to gasp in pain.
"Xiaoshan, I beg you to return this money.”
"Mom is scared. I don't want to be sent to the eighteenth level of hell to be tortured again.”
"You don't know how scary it is.”
"Climbing a mountain of knives, going into a sea of fire, throwing yourself into a pot of oil."
"No matter what, you won't die. Even if you die, you'll come back to life and continue to be tortured.”
"Do you know that Mom is going crazy?"
"I would rather die than be sent to the eighteenth level of hell.”
Only those who had truly experienced the eighteen levels of hell knew how terrifying it was.
The ten tortures of the Qing Dynasty were nothing compared to the eighteen levels of hell.
"Old woman, have you gone crazy from sleeping?”
Zhang Cuifeng's husband, Guan Bo, couldn't stand it anymore."Return the money. Do you want Xiaoshan to go to jail?”
"If we return it, our family's reputation will be ruined.”
"Seriously, this is home. How can there be eighteen levels of hell here?”
"You're usually quite bold. How did a nightmare scare you to this extent?”
The father and son did not know what was happening on the Internet at all.
Zhang Cuifeng's fear seemed like a dream to them.
Perhaps it was because she felt guilty for extorting money from her savior that she had scared herself in her dreams.
The place where Zhang Cuifeng had grabbed Guan Shan's arm was already bruised.
No matter how hard Guan Shan tried, Zhang Cuifeng did not let go.
It was as if he could only feel a sense of security by holding Guan Shan's hand tightly.
Hearing Guan Bo's words, Zhang Cuifeng shook her head hard and roared like a madman.
"No, I can't! I'm not dreaming!"
"This is too terrifying!"
"Because of the money scam, I was captured by the King of Hell and sent to the netherworld for trial.”
"I was sent to the 18th level of hell to endure endless torture, and I could never be reincarnated.”
"Xiao Shan, return the money to that university student Jiang Hai and go to jail.”
"The money you embezzled will be released after a few years in prison at most.”
"Mom really doesn't want to go to that place anymore.”
"Return the money and perhaps the King of Hell will forgive me.”
"Ah, I really don't want to suffer that kind of torture anymore.”
Zhang Cuifeng's hair was disheveled, and her expression was extremely ferocious.
If he could avoid the torture of the 18 levels of hell, he would rather his son go to Guan Shan and spend a few years in prison.
Seeing that his mother was about to go crazy, Guan Shan gritted his teeth and violently pulled out his hand, slapping Zhang Cuifeng across the face.
Peng!
Guan Shan used an unknown amount of strength, but the crisp sound echoed in the room.
A clear palm print appeared on Zhang Cuifeng's face.
Zhang Cuifeng was stunned as she looked at Guan Shan.
His face was burning with pain. It was as if he had just come back to his senses and stopped making noise.
Guan Shan was delighted.
It was often like this on television. When someone was about to collapse, he would decisively give the other party a heavy slap to ensure that the other party would immediately calm down.
"Our son is really quick-witted!"
Guan Bo gave Guan Shan a thumbs-up in his heart and gave him a fatherly look.
If they continued arguing, it would be a big problem if the neighbors heard them.
"You hit me?" Zhang Cuifeng looked at her son, Guan Shan, in a daze."I suffered all these for you.”
"If you weren't addicted to gambling and could use public funds, even if you used up all the savings in the family, it wouldn't be enough.”
"If it weren't for you, would my soul have been captured by the King of Hell and I have to suffer a fate worse than death?”
"You little bastard, you actually hit your own mother.”
Guan Shan couldn't bear to hear this.
He was only concerned about not going to jail.
Seeing that Zhang Cuifeng was about to lose control of her emotions again, he hurriedly said,
"Mom, I'm helping you calm down.”
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