Chapter 709: The Four Mysterious Old Zhao Heads

"Let me do it."

In the end, it was Old Zhao who made up his mind, gritted his teeth and spit out these three words.

After he finished speaking, his spirit seemed to drop by three points, and he seemed to be a little older.

Wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, he walked forward with a flat expression and normal steps.

some things must be done;

And as the oldest of these people, he can only do it.

But if you look closely, you can see his slightly trembling lips, his trembling muscles, and his unbearable heart.

Years of getting along, sincere feelings, if it is not really impossible, who would want it?

Although they were unwilling to give up and couldn't bear it, no one came out to stop Old Zhao's pace at this moment, not even Grandma Sun, who was always emotional.

They can't do this.

This is Yuye's fate, their fate, and the meaning of their existence.

Pa, tears dripped on Old Zhao Tou's clothes, the sound was very small, but everyone could hear it.

Grandma Sun who choked softly, old Zhang Tou who was in pain, and old Li Tou who covered his face and sighed.

What exactly are they going to do? Why do you show such an expression?

Old Zhao came over and picked up Yu Ye and put him gently on the bed, murmuring:

"Xiaoye, you'll be fine, you'll be fine, grandpa can cure you, he will definitely cure you."

Tears came into my mouth, not bitter, but very painful.

Efforts are drooping, not painful, but very bitter.

"Why? Why did you let Xiao Ye suffer such pain?"

Grandma Sun was the first to be unable to bear it, and wailed loudly, crying and roaring at the same time.

She didn't try to stop Old Zhao's movements, but collapsed on the ground by herself, slapping the floor and cursing.

"Old Li, look after Qingrou, if she appears, you will understand."

After giving some final instructions, Old Zhao raised his head, let the tears flow back, took a deep breath, stabilized his trembling hands, and took out a sealed silver-white capsule from his pocket.

The capsule is not big, only the length and thickness of an old thumb.

Old Zhao pressed his head on the raised piece, and the silver-white capsule changed instantly.

It becomes thinner overall, with a sharp needle at the front end, a pressure device at the back end, and a transparent middle, but it can be clearly seen that it contains a needle tube full of pale yellow liquid.

this is a syringe

Lao Zhang's head hurt, but he still came over and put a wooden stick in Yuye's mouth to fix it to prevent it from falling off.

Judging by the bite marks on it, this wooden stick must have many stories.

Old Litou and Grandma Sun came to help and pressed the button on the bed.

In the next moment, a few straps suddenly appeared on the bed, completely immobilizing Yu Ye's body, making it impossible for him to move at all.

"Grandma Sun, record, the fifth injection."

After the old Zhao head finished speaking, his eyes were firm and his hands were steady, and he pressed the syringe into the muscle of Yuye's right arm.

"Grandpa and grandma, where are you?"

Looking at the scene in front of her softly and in a daze, what are grandparents doing? Why did you tie up your brother?

It’s so interesting, I’m going to check it out, my brother must have made a mistake, and I want to hang him on the beam, haha.

Grandma Sun came over and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, blocked her gentle sight with her body, hugged her in her arms and said softly:

"It's okay, Qingrou, my brother is sick, and Grandpa Zhao is treating him."

A puff of white smoke emerged, and Qing Rou immediately collapsed into Grandma Sun's arms, falling into a coma.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry."

After Grandma Sun finished speaking, she shed tears again and carried Qing Rou to another room.

"A mother with twins, is it possible that there is a special feeling? Why is it that every time Xiaoye falls ill, Qingrou can feel it immediately."

Old Zhangtou thought secretly in his heart, this was already the fifth time.

After the injection was completed, Rainy Night immediately responded.

Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, his expression was slightly distorted, his Adam's apple surged, as if a roar was brewing; his small body trembled slightly.

Old Zhao got up, went to the wall next to the bed and tapped a few times, and suddenly a password-style lock appeared.

Old Zhao lost a few numbers, and the wall cracked, just the width of a bed.

The next moment, Yu Ye's bed moved, and it fit into the crack.

The space in the crack is not big, it can only accommodate a bed, and the surrounding area is full of sound-absorbing cotton, and various sound-proof devices are dotted around.

Old Zhaotou, Lao Litou, and Lao Zhangtou stood in front of the crack, watching the veins bulge out and growling in pain, they turned their heads away and pressed the close button.

Kaka, the sound insulation of the secret room is very good, and the deep roar of the rainy night cannot be heard after it is closed.

But this sound does not pass through the ears, but directly affects the hearts and minds of these old people.

Their hearts are very painful, but this is the only way to save Xiao Ye.

The scenes of that year are vivid in their minds, and they really don't want and can't let the old things repeat themselves.

After finishing all this, the three of them walked out of the room and collapsed on the sofa weakly.

"Have you finished?"

Grandma Sun was like a wounded lioness, licking her own wounds, and asked softly.

"It's over, I don't know what Xiao Ye will become this time."

After finishing speaking, the four of them collapsed on the sofa like this, motionless.

"This matter should be reported."

"It's okay, don't you think they won't know if we don't report it?"

"Then shall we wait like this?"

"Uh-huh."

The conversation between the four ended, and the huge room fell into silence.

Who are the four of them? Is this room a specially furnished room? Why are they so familiar with this room? Was it arranged by them? Or was it like this before you moved in?

What is Yuye's life experience? I used to think that the rainy night was very simple, just an abandoned baby, but now it seems.

In an instant, endless mist appeared on Yu Ye's body, all of which revolved around him, what happened to him?

Who are the four old Zhangtou people? What kind of existence is behind them?

Is the closed mountain village really the same as the usual mountain village? Where is the secret hidden?

What role does gentleness play in this? Does she have a heavy role?

All these are unsolved mysteries.

The four old men slumped on the sofa, not even bothering to breathe.

Not long after, in the closed room, Yu Ye woke up from the endless pain, her brows were frowned, her expression extremely distorted.

From the inside out, from the top to the bottom, there is no part of the body that is not painful.

The pain was like countless needles being inserted hard, like five horses pulling his body trying to pull it off.

Yu Ye wanted to roar, but found that there was an extra wooden stick in his mouth, which was firmly fixed and could not break free.

He wanted to get up and exercise to reduce the pain, but the restraint belt tied him tightly, and he couldn't move.

can only endure

He wanted to struggle, but the quality of the restraints was beyond his imagination, and he couldn't move at all.