Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 244 She wasn’t speaking at all._1

Chapter 244: Chapter 244 She wasn’t speaking at all._1

Subsequently, Old Mr. Hu, who had led Asheng into the study first, including Asheng himself, all heard Song Yunuan’s inner voice.

At that moment, Old Mr. Hu was fetching comic books and pictorials for Asheng.

And he asked Asheng to sit in a chair, placing the comic books and pictorials on the table.

Then, as Little Nuan’s thin voice unexpectedly rose in his mind, Little Asheng grasped Old Master Hu’s hand.

Raising his head and staring with his big, round eyes, Little Asheng shook his head vehemently at Old Mr. Hu.

Old Mr. Hu just felt his head buzzing.

[...What’s going on, it was just a group photo, why has it triggered so much?]

[On July 14th, 1980, which is this afternoon at around two o’clock, Old Mr. Hu’s eldest son, Hu Jinyu, together with his wife Qu Mingrong, daughter Hu Zhao, and son Hu Zhe, were planning to drive a jeep to visit Grandpa Hu in the provincial city.

As they passed a village, this place used to be a bandit lair, but was later renamed Pagoda Tree Village, famed for its abundance of pagoda trees, and hence its name.]

[Although the villagers have all become bona fide farmers, many bad habits still remained, such as buying a son with money if one was not born in the family. The same went for a daughter-in-law.]

[The village head was one of their own, and until now, no one has discovered the evils committed by a faction within this village.]

[One egregious crime was their murder of Old Mr. Hu’s son, Hu Jinyu, and a young driver.]

[They kidnapped Qu Mingrong and the two children into the village.]

[In the struggle, Qu Mingrong was killed by a villager known as Second Rascal and her body was thrown off a cliff.]

[The road closest to Pagoda Tree Village is not a secluded mountain path and is traveled by vehicles, which is how this tragedy came to light.]

Song Yunuan frowned deeply, her complexion somewhat pale, thinking that she shouldn’t have triggered this memory since it had nothing to do with the Song family or the plot at all.

At this moment, Song Yunuan stood motionless in front of the group photo, recalling the plot and completely at a loss.

Then, in the study, Old Mr. Hu and Little Asheng were also motionless,

Old Mr. Hu gripping the edge of the table tightly with his hand, his entire body trembling.

His back was already covered with a cold sweat.

Song Yunuan’s inner voice was rapid; he even thought he had imagined it just now.

He walked a few steps towards the outside.

He then saw Song Yunuan standing in front of the group photo, saw Little Nuan’s tightly closed lips.

She was not speaking at all.

But it was indeed Little Nuan’s voice.

Only, it was different from her normal tone of speech.

The voice was very thin, as if it didn’t go through the ears but echoed directly in his mind.

Old Mr. Hu’s face was ashen, his lips trembling.

He wanted to leave the study but was held back by Little Asheng, who tugged at him earnestly, shaking his head forcefully.

Old Master Hu paused in his steps.

At this time, he simply couldn’t leave.

Because the voice had only paused momentarily, before continuing.

[...Old Mr. Hu quickly received the news, originally full of joy, expecting his grandson and granddaughter to come visit him for the summer vacation, not anticipating that his son and daughter-in-law would be killed, and the two children missing.]

[Grandma Hu passed away suddenly without a breath, not expecting that at all.]

[Overcome with grief, Grandpa Hu didn’t even have time to make arrangements for Grandma Hu’s funeral, as he rushed to the scene of the incident overnight.]

[Pagoda Tree Village is one of the villages closest to the scene, and the villagers were exceptionally united, even more so when facing outsiders.]

[No matter how much they asked, the villagers’ faces were plastered with an honest yet anxious expression, shaking their heads and waving their hands, claiming they knew nothing.]

[But this place was the closest to where the incident took place and was also under suspicion. Wave after wave of people went in to search, but they had no idea that beneath Pagoda Tree Village lay an incredibly complex network of winding tunnels.]

[Grandpa Hu would never know that his granddaughter, her voice silenced by poison, was locked in a room of the tunnels; he even passed by the disguised pagoda tree, which concealed an entrance, multiple times with his search party.]

[Who would have thought that beneath the large tree lay the entrance to a tunnel? And that the village’s tunnels had exits and entrances in the mountain cliffs and slopes.]

[In missing the best window for rescue, Grandpa Hu began a nationwide search for his grandson and granddaughter.]

[Three years later, a woman who escaped from the village reported the case, finally bringing to light the tragic events that had occurred three years prior.]

[By then, Grandpa Hu’s granddaughter had already been tortured to death, her life ending next to a small ventilation opening. Through that ventilation opening, she had watched her grandfather walk back and forth. But with her voice taken by poison and her body bound by ropes, she could not make a sound, only watch helplessly as her grandfather moved farther and farther away.]

[Grandpa Hu’s grandson was secretly sold to the northwest. Falling ill on the way, the buyer deemed him bad luck and threw him alive into a river, where he drowned.]

[In the same year, one month apart, Old Mr. Hu learned of the fates of the two children.]

[But, by then, they were long separated by life and death.]

[Unable to withstand such a blow, Grandpa Hu also left this world a month later.]

[No, this won’t do, I must find a way to tell Grandpa Hu—their family has suffered too much, just like the Song family once did.]

So Song Yunuan raised her voice slightly with a sense of urgency, "Grandpa Hu, could you come over and tell me who the people in this photograph are?"]

Little Asheng immediately let go of her hand.

As long as it didn’t interrupt his sister’s premonitions of the future, he didn’t care anymore.

After all, he was certain there would be a way to deal with it.

Because none of this had happened yet.

He also wasn’t worried about Old Mr. Hu asking his sister; their family had experimented countless times.

They could never conduct direct communication with her.

It was as though a giant hand was choking them, making it impossible to utter a single word.

Because he had held his breath for too long, Old Master Hu suddenly began coughing violently, which also helped him conceal his trembling and pallid complexion.]

Song Yunuan hurried over, patting his back, and asked, "Grandpa Hu, what’s wrong with you?"]

When Old Mr. Hu’s coughing subsided, Song Yunuan passed him half a glass of water.]

Old Master Hu guzzled it down with several gulps.]

Today, at two o’clock this afternoon?]

But, his head was buzzing.]

It was as though countless thunderclaps were exploding one after another inside.]

If not for his indomitable will, he would have collapsed by now.]

He clenched his fists tightly, then told Song Yunuan in a hoarse voice, "I’m fine, just choked on some water.]

Song Yunuan didn’t delay, continuing to ask who the people in the photograph were.]

Old Master Hu walked out briskly, immediately beginning to introduce each person to Song Yunuan.]

In that moment, Old Master Hu started to feel a sense of reality.]

And the apprehension was increasing by the second.]

It seemed that he had never told Little Nuan the names of his son, daughter-in-law, or his two grandchildren.]

Moreover, his eldest son hadn’t mentioned in the phone call that he would be personally bringing the children with his daughter-in-law.]

He only mentioned entrusting reliable friends to bring the children over.]