At that moment, Yang Yun's wrists were bound by a hemp rope, the other end tied to a locust tree, suspending her entire body in the air. Her wicked mother-in-law, He Qiaolian, held the hard end of a broom, viciously whipping her body.
"You bitch! How dare you steal my money! Speak! Where did you spend it?"
"If you don't give me the money today, I'll beat you to death!"
"You jinx! It was bad enough you cursed my son to death, but you couldn't even give me a grandson!"
"I'm going to beat you to death today!"
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
After a few more strikes, the clothes on Yang Yun's back were torn to shreds. Perhaps she was used to the beatings, but Yang Yun didn't make a sound. She simply stared back at He Qiaolian with cold, despairing eyes.
"Mom! Just kill me! I will not tell you where I spent the money!" she said. "Besides, I am Zhang Feng's wife. His death compensation is mine by right. You have no right to take my money!"
