Gu Yunjiao was somewhat confused. What was coming?
She turned her head to see the crowd splitting to create a gap.
Zhou Miejiang and Suo Zhu were each carrying a large bamboo cage.
"Immersion in the pig cage!"
"They’re really going to immerse them in the pig cage!"
There is a saying among the people that when someone is put in a pig cage and drowned, their soul cannot reincarnate. This is considered a very tragic way to die.
Yang collapsed to the ground, trembling as she looked at the bamboo cage as tall as a person.
She suddenly crawled up, ran to Jiang Rong, grabbed his clothes and shook him desperately, "Master, Master, save Erlang, think of a way to save Erlang!"
Jiang Rong’s face was ashen. How could he not want to save his son? However, the Zhao Family made such a big fuss, they wouldn’t let it go easily.
Jiang Rong turned to look at Mr. Jiang, "Father, you, you go beg Zhao Lizheng, beg him to spare Erlang’s life."
Mr. Jiang opened his mouth, after a while, slowly nodded.
Jiang Rong urgently dragged the old man toward the ancestral hall.
When passing by Jiang Erlang, the old man’s steps paused for a moment, and then he hunched his body again and walked forward.
The ancestral hall belonged to the Zhao Family.
Outsiders were not allowed to enter.
Mr. Jiang reached the door and fell to his knees with a thud.
Jiang Rong and Jiang Hua followed suit and knelt.
Yang ran over and also knelt down.
The younger ones in the family, Si Lang, Wulang, Qi Lang, stood in the crowd, feeling extremely humiliated.
As soon as Mr. Jiang knelt, Jin Suo went inside.
Zhao Lizheng and some Zhao Family members were inside burning incense and worshipping.
Jin Suo waited until his father was finished, then whispered, "The old master of the Jiang Family brought his whole family to kowtow outside the ancestral hall."
Zhao Lizheng’s face darkened and he slowly came out from inside.
His face was extremely indifferent as he faced Mr. Jiang, "Brother Jiang, what are you doing?"
Mr. Jiang said nothing, just frantically kowtowed on the ground.
Jiang Rong, Jiang Hua, and Yang also followed suit and kowtowed.
No one knew how long they had been kowtowing. Their foreheads were bruised and purple.
Jiang Rong hoarsely pleaded, "Uncle Lizheng, I beg you to show mercy, spare Erlang’s life."
"I know Erlang did something he shouldn’t have. You can beat him, even break his legs. We have no complaints, just ask you to spare his life."
Zhao Lizheng looked down with indifference, "It’s not that I’m not giving him a way out."
"He disrespected our Zhao Family, dared to touch our people. If I spare him, who will still respect our Zhao Family?"
After speaking, Zhao Lizheng raised his voice and instructed the Zhao Family relatives outside, "The ancestor worship is over."
"Put them into the cage."
Zhao Lizheng’s nephews picked up the bamboo cage and began to put it over Gu Mei and Jiang Erlang.
The bamboo cage, originally used to hold pigs, was more than sufficient to hold a person.
The cage was divided into two sections; once fitted over, the joints were tightly bound with ropes.
Jiang Erlang saw the pig cage being put over him and began to struggle fiercely.
But his efforts were in vain, as his hands and feet were tied. He squirmed on the ground for a bit, but soon was put into the cage.
As for Gu Mei, a few men excitedly stripped off her draped clothes, taking the chance to grope her while fitting her into the bamboo cage.
Always silently crying, Gu Mei perhaps sensed the looming shadow of death and began to struggle.
However, it was to no avail, only allowing the men to take further liberties.