"This damn thing! You useless idiot, how the hell am I supposed to throw up?"
Old Hu Er had never expected Su Qiao to pull something like this. He cursed furiously while sticking his fingers down his throat.
But he couldn't get anything out for the time being.
He turned and saw his son gagging with his eyes rolling back. Panicking, he shouted, "Hurry and get some manure!"
444 was utterly dumbfounded.
What did they want manure for? Shouldn't they be getting milk or something?
"Of course it's to induce vomiting. Do you see any milk around here?"
Su Qiao leaned lazily against the porch, watching the group bustle around in a panic. A relieved smile curled at the corners of her lips.
Wang Guizhi had no time to worry about anything else. She grabbed a spoon and rushed to the toilet. Before long, she had scooped up some manure, mixed it with water, and forced a bowl down her son's and husband's throats. Then she endured her own disgust and gulped down several mouthfuls as well.
Next, the family of three crouched beside the water channel in the backyard and vomited violently, tears and snot streaming down their faces.
After Wang Guihua finished vomiting, she rinsed her mouth twice. Her face filled with hatred as she pointed at Su Qiao, who was watching the show, and said viciously:
"You damn bastard! You actually poisoned us! I'm going to the village chief's house right now and have him take you, you lawless thing, to the Ancestral Hall and leave you out in the sun until you're dried into jerky!"
Host, this village really does have a torture method like that. I heard it was specifically for people who committed serious offenses. Once, a trafficked woman accidentally stabbed a man to