Of course, after the death of his first wife, he did not immediately remarry, but chose to keep her virginity. At that time, the only daughter of his first wife had just gotten married and died not long after.
When he found out, he only said that his daughter was not blessed, and he burst into tears. For a long time, Jiao Shangshu was depressed and did not make any more moves.
After that, he was said to be a good person, and later he changed his place to become an official and remarried a young and beautiful wife. He rarely mentioned his first wife and her natal family again.
After a long time, no one knew that Jiao Shangshu had a first wife, but when he was committing the murder, he suddenly saw his first wife's family.
Of course, his eldest daughter, who had been dead for many years, was looking at him with blood-red eyes. No matter how ferocious his character was, he couldn't help but be shocked.
What is going on? Is there really something weird in this world? The sword he struck down slowed down a little, but the sword still struck down.
The guy who thought he was going to get rid of this guy never thought that the other guy was not a soft-footed shrimp in the ordinary sense.
Ling Xiao is basically a person with the ability to resist and spirit, how can he just wait for the sword to strike down and die?
Naturally, he had to fight back! He did it as soon as he thought of it. He slid closer to the opponent and punched him from the bottom up.
But Shangshu Jiao was a little distracted when he saw his first wife and his family, so he didn't notice his opponent's counterattack.
His arm was hit by Ling Xiao's clenched fist, and he saw the sword change direction.
Even because of Ling Xiao's external force, the sword rebounded even faster.
In the end, the sword struck Jiao Shangshu's own head violently.
The blood flowed down all of a sudden, making him feel a little dazed.
Ling Xiao laughed softly when he saw this.
This smile made Jiao Shangshu even more confused.
Ling Xiao looked at Jiao Shangshu who was a little distracted.
This is using her own mental power to influence the other person's thoughts.
This move is more powerful because it is impossible to use it multiple times due to world rules.
Ling Xiao, on the other hand, didn't expect that he would just hit back and end up like this.
The sword that had cut off the head was stuck on the top of Jiao Shangshu's head, and blood was flowing.
But Shangshu Jiao didn't seem to feel any pain at this moment, his eyes were looking at one place with some confusion.
He has long forgotten everything in the past. In his opinion, he should not think about the people and things he has abandoned.
But now seeing those ugly and fierce beings with their teeth and claws looking at him, fear actually surged into his heart.
As a Confucian scholar, he didn't believe in the theory of ghosts at all. He had had nightmares once or twice in the early days over the years.
He relied on his strong psychological quality to forget them, and even after his eldest daughter died, no one would remind him that he owed his first wife.
Now after seeing those strange places, he immediately recognized that family. They all died in his own hands, and they must come to take revenge.
It is true that no one noticed the death of the first wife's brother, uncle and family of three at first, but for some reason the mother-in-law felt suspicious in her heart.
The old lady tried her best to avenge her son's enemies. She suspected that she had fallen in love with this son-in-law, and even before Jiao Shangshu killed her, he uttered a curse: The Jiao family would never have a good death.
He almost cut the old lady into pieces, but considering his status, he still found a place to bury his first wife and her family. This matter was later forgotten by Jiao Shangshu, but now after seeing the old lady, he
I thought about it again.
Is this true? Will those people ask for his life? No, no, no! Absolutely impossible! He knows that his men are not very clean, and there are people who die in more despair and pain. If there are people who ask for their lives, there must be more
It’s only right for people to ask for their lives.
At this moment, the pain finally made him wake up suddenly. This was after the sword hit his head. The pain was excruciating and he was still bleeding. After he woke up, he looked at Ling Xiao with anger in his eyes.
At this moment, the first wife's family has disappeared, which means there is no mystery at all! This person must be causing trouble, the Tao family is so hateful.
Why didn't this man die in the flood? If he had died in the flood, none of these things would have happened. He really wanted Ling Xiao to die. It would be best if he was quartered.
Ling Xiao saw his thoughts clearly and said slowly: "There is a saying: Heaven can do evil, but man can't do evil. The network of heaven is vast and sparse, and there is no leakage."
"The evil done by the Jiao family will naturally be punished. Do you think that the Jiao family will become a family that has been passed down for hundreds of years? Don't dream!" Ling Xiao said deliberately.
During this period of time, she had already seen what Jiao Shangshu was thinking. He wanted to turn the Jiao family into a noble family. This was his greatest ideal.
So how should we attack him? In Ling Xiao's opinion, we should make it impossible for Shangshu Jiao's ideal to be realized forever.
After hearing this, Shangshu Jiao stared with wide eyes, feeling indescribable anger. At this moment, he was a little unsteady on his feet.
He understood that he had been seriously injured, blood was flowing continuously, and the smell of blood was strong.
Do you feel like you are going to die? Why did you go to this point? To kill her.
He used all his strength to strike that sword just now, but was counterattacked by Ling Xiao.
The sword came back faster and was cut into the forehead.
When he thought about it, he felt a little confused.
It seemed like a long time passed, yet it seemed so fast.
He finally understood that he was afraid that he would die today.
When he wanted to understand, he found that everything in front of him began to become blurry.
He felt like he was about to die, but his opponent was still alive and well.
But at this moment, he seemed to see more people, his first wife's family.
There were also people with blurry faces, and they all looked at him with the same expression.
This scene is extremely strange. Could it be that those who had died in his hands wanted to settle accounts with him?
He was a little unsteady and his body began to sway from side to side. He wanted to grab something to support his body.
Just then he saw a flood, and a very familiar scene appeared again. They were all swallowed up by the flood.
At the last moment, his father left him the hope of life, but for some reason he found that his memory had changed this time.
Because when his father looked at him for the last time, his eyes were no longer loving and helpless, but scolding him: calling him an unfilial son.
This discovery made Jiao Shangshu feel that he could no longer support himself. Could his father also be blaming him? He was blaming him for not making the Jiao family better?
In addition, he vaguely remembered that in folklore, after death, people will be reckoned with their deeds and demerits in life, and what kind of retribution will he get for what he did in the mortal world?
At this moment, he seemed to hear the words about retribution in his ears: It’s not that he won’t retaliate because the time has not yet come, but if the time comes, will he get the retribution he deserves?
Hey! Everything is over! Shangshu Jiao sighed in his heart. If it was really a mistake, then there is no way to make it up, so be it! His eyes finally lost all life, and he fell to the ground.
Ling Xiao looked at it and saw that the sword was stuck in his head, probably hurting his brain. The dead Jiao Shangshu's face was covered with blood, his bun had been split, and some of his hair was disheveled. At the end, he was still wide-eyed.
The eyes looked frightening at first glance.
She was sure that Jiao Shangshu was not breathing and was dead, so she did not stay any longer. Everyone in Jiao Mansion should be sleeping soundly. She began to prepare to leave Jiao Mansion. Before leaving, she lit a lamp.
, this is a white lantern with flashing blue flames.
Before setting off, Ling Xiao put on a white cloak, with a hood on the cloak, and put it on his head. At first glance, he looked like a white ghost. A Wu was dressed in the same way, and the two of them went on the road together. If someone
When he sees it, he just shouts: Something is wrong!
Ling Xiao and A Wu, both wearing the same uniform, walked around the entire elite class. Now the weather has begun to get cooler, which is much better than the previous hot weather, and the wind is still blowing.
They encountered walls along the way and climbed up them very easily. This was something that no normal human being could do. It made people feel that they were not human beings, but a female ghost in white.
The people who met them were shocked by this situation. Many of them were trembling at the time and didn't even bother to run away because they couldn't move.
Some people didn't even believe that this was true. It was definitely not a trick! They all looked at it with their eyes wide open and couldn't say anything.
Anyway, the presence of that flickering, flashing blue light really made people feel frightened. Some people rubbed their eyes repeatedly and looked again.
It disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the person thought he must have seen it wrong, but someone fainted immediately, which surprised everyone.
The boldest one didn't believe it and even thought of riding a horse to follow him, but was lightly pushed by Ling Xiao, who was dressed in white.
It was as if he was hit on one shoulder by an invisible sledgehammer, and he fell backwards.
After seeing this, everyone else finally woke up, and several people fainted all at once.
The horse under his crotch had never wanted to chase him, but now there was the sound of horse hooves, and he kept retreating.
Fortunately, that man was quite skilled at equestrian skills, so he immediately got off the horse.
Only after dodging the hoofs of his own horse can he save his life.
When he came to his senses, he found that he had fallen badly.
When I looked again, my horse had already run away.
His companions who were still standing were holding their heads.
Most of them squatted together in one place, like a nest of little chickens.
There are also those who kneel on the ground and mutter something to pray for blessings from gods and Buddhas.
Anyway, no one wanted to stand up and resist. The only person who resisted was thrown very painfully.
And the ghost-like existence in white clothes just now has completely disappeared without a trace.
"You cowards! Aren't you a man?" he shouted trying to forget the pain.
But all those people were trembling and covering their ears with their hands, unable to hear his voice at all.
What a bunch of cowards! He cursed in his mind, wishing he could force these guys up with a knife and chase them down.
At this moment, the voice of Night Owl came from far away. The voice sounded like a person laughing, but the laughter was very sinister.
The moonlight shines down, and the silvery white light exudes a cold light. The night wind blows through with a kind of skull-chill, and everyone feels very cold.
What made him even more desperate was that even though they encountered something terrible on the street, no one on either side wanted to see what was going on.
Instead, everything was quiet, as if everyone in the city was dead. The only sounds were the voices of a few of them, and some were so frightened that their teeth trembled.
At this moment, the child's cry was vaguely heard, but it seemed to be immediately covered up, as if the cry was coming from underground, and the faint choking sound was even more frightening.
Then the clashing sound of teeth sounded again. If there was no place to get in now, everyone would have turned into an ostrich. The leader on horseback finally calmed down and stood up with bared teeth.
He really felt pain. The place where he had been hit by the invisible hammer was still aching. What on earth was this? He himself didn’t know at the moment. The only thing he knew was to get out of here quickly. Why did this place look so gloomy?
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You must know that there is usually a night ban in the capital. He had been out on patrol before without any problems, but now he has discovered a problem. The question is what to do? They want to continue patrolling, not trembling here! Thinking about it makes him angry
If it didn't work, he flew up and kicked someone over.
The person who was kicked screamed, making him furious and said: "What's the name? What's so scary? This is the imperial city, who dares to stroke the tiger's beard? We haven't completed the task yet, if
If you don't finish it conscientiously, something will happen."
After he angrily kicked the small group of people up, he found his horse and was about to start patrolling with it. However, before the small group of people had gone far, they saw a white figure floating over.
Not far away there is a lantern with blue light. The wind is blowing, but the lantern seems not to be blown by the wind. This doesn't look right. This is not a person at all.
Seeing someone here really couldn't stand it. As a grown man, he just rolled his eyes, made a soft sound in his throat, and fell to the ground.
The other people standing there were like turning into pieces of wood, unable to move their bodies at all, and just watched helplessly as the other person approached.
The white figure was getting closer and closer, causing the horse to become a little anxious, as if it sensed danger, and wanted to move back.
At this moment, the man who had just been thrown clamped the horse's belly and raised the reins in his hand, trying to get the horse to catch it and see what it was.
At this moment, he discovered that the other party was moving extremely fast, that is, he was already close in the blink of an eye, and it looked very wrong.
All the people standing were going crazy. They could no longer bear the pressure, and felt that the arrival of the mysterious shadow had caused him to have a nervous breakdown.
So some people ran back, others fainted, and some even though they didn't faint, their legs were already weak.
The man on the horse felt something was wrong, so he drew his sword and wanted to stab him.
I saw that the mysterious figure was approaching the team and stretched out a hand.
You can see long black nails on it, touching the sword.
Then the two met and a clang was heard.
The man felt a strong force coming from his hand.
His whole hand could no longer hold the sword hilt, and his mouth was numb.