Time Travel: A Fisherwoman Goes to the Sea to Raise a Baby

Chapter 392 Seeing Ghosts in Broad Daylight

Du Hehua persisted, wanting to chase after him and continue her tirade.

He was immediately slapped by Zhao Ming.

"That's enough, your mouth is like a sieve, it keeps leaking information. If you keep going, you'll reveal the whole thing about arranging a ghost marriage for Xiao Jun..."

Zhao Ming glanced at her sideways, which made him even angrier, and he slapped her again.

"Hmph! You might as well go with Xiao Jun!"

Du Hehua covered her face, feeling wronged: "I was just excited and it was an accident."

She argued, "Besides, so what if we let it slip? The authorities can't do anything about it, so what can they do to us?"

Du Hehua was smug and didn't care at all.

But Zhao Ming's face was as black as ink, and he couldn't help but slap her again.

"Fool! Is this something to be proud of?"

The arguing continued at the door. Du Yaobang, who had just wandered back from outside, still had a dried squid in his mouth and sauntered back to his doorstep in a nonchalant manner.

Just then, I saw his father and mother standing at the door, both of them looking terrible, especially his mother, whose eyes were red and swollen, and whose face was swollen like a pig's head.

It's obvious at a glance that his father hit someone again.

Du Yaobang frowned, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Could it be that my mother found out about giving me money again?

Du Yaobang thought to himself, his eyes taking in his father's deep affection.

But he was used to being pampered, and at this moment he was too lazy to pay attention to his parents' expressions, and even more impatient to listen to their nagging in his ear.

He strode forward, muttering under his breath, "What are you doing blocking the doorway..."

After saying that, he reached out to push open the half-closed courtyard gate and go inside.

"Oh dear! Yaobang, don't go in yet..."

Du Hehua reacted as if she had been stung by a scorpion. Ignoring her burning face, she turned around and tried to stop him, frantically trying to pull him out.

"What are you doing? Are you crazy?"

Her attempt to stop him only made Yaobang sound a little impatient, and he became even more curious.

So, taking advantage of his youth and strength, he squeezed under her arm and glanced instinctively into the yard.

In the courtyard, under a tattered straw mat, something was covered.

"What's this? What good stuff did you find?"

Du Yaobang's curiosity was instantly piqued. Without thinking twice, he strode over and, amidst Du Hehua's panicked cries, ripped off the straw mat!

Under the straw mat, Xiao Jun's bluish-black, swollen, and lifeless face was suddenly exposed to the sunlight!

Those lifeless, half-open eyes were staring straight at him.

"Ah—a ghost! Mother, save me! There's a ghost!"

The color drained from Du Yaobang's face instantly, extreme fear gripped him, and then his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Zhao Ming quickly went forward and covered the straw mat back up.

Turning around, they saw their eldest son crawling backward in terror, using both hands and feet. As he crawled, a dark stain spread across his crotch, and a foul stench instantly filled the air.

Zhao Ming immediately felt disgusted.

A grown man, yet he looks like a coward.

His gaze shifted to the urine stain on Du Yaobang's crotch, and he felt a vein throbbing in his forehead. A surge of anger, a mix of disappointment and frustration, welled up inside him, making his head ache with rage.

He turned his head away in disgust, too lazy to even curse.

The fortune teller said he was destined to have no children, but by chance he was born with a son.

In order for him to grow up healthy, they listened to the fortune teller and decided to let him take his mother's surname.

Although he is still his son, he just doesn't look right to me.

Now I'm even more annoyed by it.

Du Hehua was not what he had in mind. He was heartbroken for his son, so he hurriedly rushed over to try to pull Du Yaobang up.

"Oh, my child! You've suffered so much. Get up! Get up! Don't be afraid! It's not a ghost! It's your sister! She...she was unlucky and drowned."

Du Hehua pursed her lips, her tone carrying a hint of disdain.

Then she immediately switched her focus to her son.

"Not a ghost?"

Du Yaobang was terrified and looked over timidly.

The straw mat had already been covered, so you couldn't tell anything about it.

"No! How could there be ghosts in broad daylight?"

Du Hehua explained, and with great effort, helped him out of the courtyard.

Once outside, Du Yaobang was still trembling, his face ashen, but he seemed to have regained his senses.

Du Hehua patted his back gently, feeling both distressed and anxious.

“Son, don’t come home for the next few days. Stay at your friend’s house or find an inn in town for a few days. Come back after you’ve taken care of your sister’s affairs. Don’t scare yourself again…”

Upon hearing this, Du Yaobang's still-shaken mind began to work a little faster.

Can't go home? That means...

He grabbed Du Hehua's arm suddenly, forgetting his fear, and blurted out, "Give me the money! If I don't have money, I'll stay and eat anywhere!"