Chapter 74 'The Haunting Incident in Zhou Guogong's Mansion'
"Pang Si was killed by that prostitute?"
The banquet broke up, Wu Minzhi drank a lot of wine, and was just about to take a rest when he got the news.
He wrinkled his handsome brows and his face turned gloomy: "What about Mrs. Shu Sanni? Don't let her die so easily!"
Another slave who made the report said tremblingly: "Ms. Shusan seems to have fallen into the lake in the backyard and drowned. We found shoes on the edge."
However, Wu Minzhi was not so easy to fool, and said decisively: "Pang Si died in the servant courtyard, and she died in the lake in the backyard? How did she run over? Are you all blind along the way?"
He waved his hand and said: "Search the whole house immediately. This bitch must still be hiding in a corner. There may be her accomplices in the house. Huh, we all know that the lady is good at seducing men. She must have bribed some bitch slave."
Put your shoes in the backyard and fool you fools!”
Haonu was shocked: "Yes, let's go find him right away!"
"A bunch of trash!"
Seeing his men leaving in a hurry, Wu Minzhi lay down, and the maids around him quickly stepped forward, pinched his legs and loosened his shoulders, taking care of him meticulously.
But he was getting more and more troubled, and after a while he yelled: "Get out! Everyone get out!"
The maids retreated in silence. Wu Minzhi looked at the empty surroundings and felt more at ease. He listened to the sound of rain and fell asleep.
After midnight, Pingkangfang, the busiest place, gradually fell silent.
As the candles went out one by one, the entire city of Chang'an fell into silence.
Only the heavy rain is left, washing away the impurity of the world.
"Plop-plop-"
At this moment, the slaves guarding outside the room were hit in the back of the head one after another and fell to the ground.
The drowsy maidservant was pressed by a hand on her neck, and she fell down and fainted.
"Tick-tick-tick-"
The sound of rain began to change.
It seems close.
Getting closer.
Wu Minzhi on the couch frowned and clicked his lips.
There seemed to be something dripping from his mouth, which was full of fishy smell.
This smell is both familiar and unfamiliar to Wu Minzhi.
When he beat a maid to death with his own hands, it was this unpleasant smell that splashed on his face.
From then on, he no longer did it himself, but let his servants do it for him, so he didn't smell it for a long time.
Drowsily, he opened his eyes and suddenly froze.
Because a stern face was right above him, looking straight at him.
Eye to eye, nose to nose, the hanging hair hung on his face, wet.
I don't know if it was rain or water, but it flowed down my face and turned into blood.
It flowed slowly along his chin and finally dripped on his lips.
"ah--!!"
Wu Minzhi screamed and stood up suddenly.
And the woman suddenly flew up and floated to the bed, still staring straight at him.
The woman was dressed in bloody clothes and in tatters. She opened her mouth slightly and wanted to say something, but no sound came out.
That silent accusation was even more chilling.
Wu Minzhi looked at the woman in blood-clothed clothes. After careful identification, he reached out and grabbed a long sword in front of the couch and pointed it directly at her: "Mrs. Shu San? You despicable prostitute, you still dare to pretend to be a ghost, you die!"
He has a fierce look, and he stabs with his sword.
However, the next moment, Wu Minzhi's expression changed drastically.
Because Lady Shu San, who was dressed in blood, floated upward again, and then flew back.
Her feet didn't even touch the ground, and she could cross a distance of ten feet in an instant, her clothes fluttering and she made a hunting sound.
This kind of action can really only be done by ghosts!
He still wanted to take a closer look, but Shu San's body in blood swayed and disappeared.
"Someone is coming! Someone is coming!!"
Wu Minzhi shouted loudly, but apart from the sound of pouring rain outside, no one came in at all.
Cold sweat flowed from his forehead, and he turned around. Although the tip of the sword was trembling, it still pointed far into the distance and did not give up resistance.
At this moment, there was a crisp sound from behind.
Wu Minzhi turned around suddenly and saw his favorite colored porcelain suddenly falling to the ground and smashing into pieces.
His eyes were still on the colored porcelain, and the screen a few feet away shook and fell heavily.
Immediately afterwards, pieces of furniture fell messily!
Suddenly on the left, suddenly on the right!
Hitting the ground with a bang, it was like hitting someone's heart hard!
With every crisp sound, Wu Minzhi's legs could not help but tremble, and finally he could no longer hold the sword.
The sword clanged and fell to the ground.
But Wu Minzhi's distorted facial features became more and more ferocious, and he waved his fist fiercely: "Come out! Come out! What kind of skill is this? You have turned into a ghost, and my father-in-law will kill you a second time!!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Shu San in blood clothes appeared again, but this time, a stern voice came out of her mouth: "My concubine Yang is not destined to serve in the Jidong Palace... Now her soul has returned... to sue for grievances and collect debts!!"
Wu Minzhi's pupils suddenly shrank, his face turned pale, his lips moved weakly, and he squeezed out a few words: "You... Yang... how could it be..."
Xue Yi Shu San also began to tremble, as if because of such a tragic internal scandal, his tone became weird and twisted: "You have done thousands of deeds during your lifetime, and you will be blamed after death... Wu Minzhi, after you die, I will live with you every day."
Eat your flesh, sleep on your skin... I will make you suffer the torture of eighteen levels of hell, never ending..."
Wu Minzhi retreated to the bed step by step, but hissed: "No, you should go to Li Hong. That Li Hong has been weak and incompetent since he was a child. Why is he the prince? I am not better than him in any way. Just because I cast a good vote."
As soon as he was born, he was destined to inherit this land of thousands of miles? Why!!"
He retreated to the couch and roared: "I can't take away his empire, but at least I can take away his woman. Yang, if you go to Li Hong, it's all his fault! Yes, it's all his fault!!"
Xueyi Shusan was trembling all over and almost collapsed, but there was a thunder outside and she suddenly disappeared.
Wu Minzhi stared blankly at the messy room, but before reacting, he raised his head in shock: "Again?"
A much shorter woman in blood-clothed clothes walked over with her feet on the ground and her steps marked with blood.
"Ms. Wu?"
Wu Minzhi was so weak that he stretched out his hand to fish it out, but failed to catch the sword. He said unwillingly: "That's it, Yang. Are you despicable prostitutes worthy of asking for your life?"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! He is not sure whether Mrs. Shu San is dead or not. It is probably hidden by some servant who is greedy for beauty, but this Mrs. Wu,
He must have been beaten to death.
He would rather die in the hands of the Yang family than in the hands of a famous lady.
However, the next moment, Mrs. Wu spoke up and said in an old but gentle tone: "Minzhi, I am grandma, I am back to see you!"
Wu Minzhi suddenly froze.
He was like a clay sculpture, motionless.
"ah--!!"
After ten full breaths, he let out a scream that didn't sound like a human voice and crawled under the quilt on the couch.
Faced with the grievances of Mrs. Su Sanniang and Mrs. Wu, Wu Minzhi was not afraid. The lives of these lowly servants did not count in his eyes. Even if they came back for revenge, they were not worthy.
Facing the injustice of the Yang family, Wu Minzhi lost his temper and roared, but he still spoke plausibly and actually blamed the prince.
But when the old voice finally sounded, even if it was not Mrs. Rong Guo's voice, even if it was just a short sentence, he immediately broke through his defense.
He tried his best to hide under the quilt.
But the old voice still sounded outside, penetrating all the time and drilling into my ears.
The world in front of me immediately went out.
In a daze, he seemed to be back in his grandma's wet arms.
The skin full of wrinkles and spots, and the body odor of old age that no amount of Buddhist fragrance can cover up, hit my face.
Constantly surrounding him and suffocating him.
Starting from the age of thirteen, it lasted fifteen years.
"I am already the Duke of Zhou... I will not serve you anymore... You are already dead, old man... Why are you coming back!!"
Wu Minzhi kept rolling around and screamed at the top of his lungs.
Until a few trembling hands pulled him out: "The Duke! The Duke!"
The light returned and the candle flames were rekindled.
Wu Minzhi watched the slaves carefully surrounding him and groaned: "A dream? A dream?"
But when he lowered his head, he saw bloody fingerprints all over the quilt.
Grandma came back to see him anyway.
Wu Minzhi's eyes turned white, he looked back and fell.