When she looked up, her pupils suddenly contracted.
Chu Zhaoyang also saw it, and Gu Nian could clearly feel his anger radiating out.
When the two of them looked up, they saw a person as small as Little Millet Cake, suspended high by a rope. Little Millet Cake's head was drooping, and he was completely unconscious, like a puppet hanging in the air without anyone holding the strings.
They didn't know whether he was alive or dead. Gu Nian's heart was squeezed so hard that it felt like it was going to burst.
She couldn't help shouting sadly: "Little Millet Cake! Little Millet Cake!" Gu Nian's eyes were fixed on Little Millet Cake hanging in the air, and her tears suddenly flowed down.
"Little Millet Cake, mom is here, mom and dad are here, Little Millet Cake!" Gu Nian shouted. Chu Zhaoyang noticed Yan Lui in the house.
He was sitting on the wheelchair mountain and just looked at them leisurely.
"Don't worry, he's not dead, he just fell asleep from exhaustion." Yan Lui said.
Who knew, he fell asleep or fainted.
It seemed that it was because Gu Nian kept calling him. The little guy was in a coma and heard his mother's voice more and more clearly.
It's mom who's here, wasn't it... He's dreaming, right?
Or was he already dead?
It was his soul that floated to his mother. Gu Nian kept calling him one after another, and Little Millet Cake wanted to shout: "Mom, I'm here."
But he just couldn't make a sound. He felt as if he was standing in the void, and he couldn't tell where his mother's voice came from.
He wanted to scream so that his mother could hear him, to let her know that he was here, so that she could find him.
Unfortunately, he couldn't make any sound, and Little Millet Cake was very anxious.
"Haha, it seems he has passed out." Yan Lui chuckled maliciously, "Don't worry, I'll help you wake him up."
After saying that, he raised his hand and moved his fingers.
Then, a man came in dragging a water pipe and connected it to the faucet on the wall.
One person held a water pipe and pointed it at Little Millet Cake, while the other person stood next to the faucet.
Yan Lui moved his fingers again, and the man standing by the faucet turned on the faucet and turned the water on to the maximum.
The extremely powerful water immediately turned into a water column and spurted upward from the water pipe. The man holding the water pipe had no sympathy for Little Millet Cake.
He didn't have the slightest bit of intolerance just because the other person was a child. On the contrary, he even had a perverted sense of pleasure.
Bullying a weak child who had no power to fight back in this way, and seeing him look like a broken puppet, made him extremely happy.
Thick and rapid water jets directly hit Little Millet Cake's belly. Little Millet Cake's body was covered with injuries from Yan Chuwei's beating, and when he was hit by the rapid and heavy water flow, he was about to wake up from the pain.
He still couldn't open his eyes, but his consciousness had returned.
When he was in a coma, it was actually the most comfortable time. Now that he was conscious, severe pain came over him all over his body, and Little Millet Cake couldn't bear the pain at all.
The sharp pain from the water flowing in his abdomen made him even more injured, causing him to shed tears from the pain. But because he didn't open his eyes, the man thought he hadn't woken up yet, so he pointed the water column directly at his face and rushed over.
His forehead and eyeballs were hurt by the water.
A jet of water rushed directly into his nose and mouth.
The little guy didn't dare to open his eyes anymore, he closed his eyes tightly and coughed.
"Stop!" When the man turned on the water column, Gu Nian screamed and tried to rush forward, but was caught by the person and couldn't get over.
"Stop it! Stop it!" The little guy who was usually reluctant to even hit him was now being tortured so badly that Gu Nian's heart ached to death.
"Yan Lui, you are not a human being! He is still a child. What do you have? Come after us adults! Why do you want to attack him!" Gu Nian cried and shouted, "Stop! Stop! Make him stop!"
When the little guy coughed, Gu Nian immediately shouted: "Little Millet cake! Little Millet Cake!"
"Cough...cough!" Was it...mom?
Little Millet Cake wanted to call his mother, but was hit by the water jet and couldn't open his mouth.
He was choking heavily on the water. His nose and throat were hurting, and his ears were hurting, as if something was hitting his eardrums.
"Stop." Yan Lui finally said. The water column slowly became thinner and weaker until it disappeared.
The man threw the water pipe to the ground, and the remaining water in the water pipe flowed on the ground.
"Little Millet Cake!" Gu Nian cried, staring at the little guy with nervous eyes, "Mom is here, mom and dad are here, Little Millet Cake."
The little guy's nose and trachea were still filled with water. He was choked badly and was coughing desperately. Now his body was hanging in the air, with no point of strength. He coughed hard, and his little body spun in the air. That heart-wrenching cough, as if the lungs were being coughed out.
"Cough...Mom...Cough cough...Mom..." the little guy shouted with difficulty.
The voice was so small that they couldn't hear it clearly at all. The voice was hoarse, like rusty iron.
Where was the original tender voice?
Gu Nian simply couldn't bear it and watched Little Millet Cake suffer in front of her. That voice was worse than a broken gong. It was almost impossible to make a sound.
How much torture had it suffered before?
"Mom is here! Little Millet Cake, mom is here." Gu Nian said.
The little guy struggled to open his swollen eyelids. His eyelids were so swollen that even blinking was painful. No matter how hard he tried, at most he could only reveal a slight crack and saw the people below.
The area that could be seen was not large.
"Mom..." Little Millet Cake saw his parents standing below. His mother was crying hard, and his father's eyes were also very red. He burst into tears all of a sudden.