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The street in front of Shenxianju was packed with people and noisy, with constant shouting and swearing.
The newcomers behind could not squeeze through, could not hear or see, and were so anxious that they had to keep asking the people in front what was going on.
“….An old man chased and beat his adopted son-in-law, but he fell to death…”
"...No, no, it's not a chase. It was said that the husband-in-law was beaten because he owed gambling debts. The old man brought people to rescue him. Who knew that the husband-in-law thought he was here to beat him and ran away in fear, and fell to his death...
"
"...How can you fall to death if you are fine?"
"...That's right, so the old man is holding on to the shop to see the official, saying that they occupied the street and built long steps, which resulted in the person falling to death..."
"...Is this okay?"
"….That old man is Dong Daxiang. Even Yexiang can snatch him up as a treasure. It's such a big thing as his son-in-law falling to death, so he still has to get a piece of it."
There was a lot of discussion on the street, and each floor became more lively. With such excitement, people from the government soon came after hearing the news. After some entanglement, they took Mr. Dong and others, as well as the mournful shopkeeper, and their bodies to the government.
Most people went to the government office to watch the excitement, and the remaining people on the street gradually dispersed.
In the private room facing the street on the second floor, Zhou Lang lowered the curtains and looked back at Cheng Jiaoniang.
From beginning to end, the woman sat in front of the table and ate seriously.
It's... unbelievable.
"How did you do it?" he couldn't help but ask.
"How did you do that?" Cheng Jiaoniang said without turning her head.
"Did he really fall to death by himself?" Liu Lang simply walked over, knelt down opposite her and asked.
"Did he fall to death or how?" Cheng Jiaoniang asked, "I didn't watch from the window, so I don't know."
Started to act stupid again.
Saturday Lang looked at her.
"You chose this box specifically for the convenience of watching him die?" he said.
"This is the best room in Shenxianju. Naturally I have to use this room when I come here." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
Only a fool would believe this!
Saturday Lang snorted.
Since coming in, I haven’t had tea or snacks, and there’s nothing in my mouth. Could it be the taste?
He raised his head, looked around, and sniffed hard.
This is the apricot blossom wing of Shenxianju. The decoration inside is all made of apricot blossoms, including incense.
As for whether it was the scent of apricot blossoms, even a man named Liulang couldn't tell. Anyway, the scent was so faint that it was almost unnoticeable.
"What exactly did you use?" He couldn't help but ask, "Is it poison?"
"How can there be poison in this world that can target specific people at will while others are fine?" Cheng Jiaoniang said, "In that case, wouldn't it mean that you can become a god at will?"
"Aren't you a god?" Zhou Lang said with a snort.
"If I were a god, why would I bother talking to such a person?" Cheng Jiaoniang said, slowly stirring the rice in the bowl.
"Then how do you know he will definitely die today?" Zhou Lang asked.
"Because I'm going to beat him to death tonight." Cheng Jiaoniang said and glanced at him, "I didn't expect that due to bad luck, he fell to death first."
Beaten to death? Bad luck?
"Then you said that his current death was not in your expectation?" Zhou Lang asked, with a look of disbelief.
Could it be that Xiang Qi was really unlucky and fell to his death?
How could such a coincidence happen!
How is this possible!
It would have been fine if it had been left at any other time, but it happened after I met this woman and was frightened to the point of confusion...
Yes, scary!
"He was scared to death by you!" Liu Lang said firmly.
That's right, she could flatter Liu Xiaoli into Feng Ji and make Qin Shisanlang mad to death. Naturally, she could also scare Xiang Qi to death.
The more I think about it, the more so.
"It turns out that you asked me to go to the South City Gate to find him to write a document, and to find an old fortune teller to bluff him, all because of this moment." He said, nodding.
"No." Cheng Jiaoniang said, putting down the bowl and chopsticks.
"What's that for? To scare him?" Saturday Lang said with a snort.
"That's right." Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him and raised her chin slightly, "It's just to scare him for fun."
Saturday Lang stared at her.
"You?" he said with a frown, as if he didn't recognize the person in front of him, "Are you so boring?"
Cheng Jiaoniang lowered her head and stood up.
"Hey." Zhou Lang sat and looked up at her and shouted.
Cheng Jiaoniang lowered her eyes and looked at him.
Saturday Lang looked at her.
"Are you angry?" he asked, looking surprised.
Suddenly he grinned again.
"It turns out that you can be angry too," he said.
The girl in front of her stood upright, her expression still dull, but when she squinted slightly, she seemed to be in a trance and a little more agile.
This woman has always been indifferent to favors and humiliations, and she is so stagnant. How can she be angry?
It turns out that this is how she was angry...
"Are you angry?" Zhou Lang said, folding his arms and looking at her, "This matter is really about a bad person's revenge, but it turned out to be a major event that even you can't do anything about.
, are you going to be so angry? To be pushed into such a situation by such a person..."
He said grinning again.
"Although it sounds unpleasant to say, it really goes with that sentence. In the past, the geese hunted, but today the geese pecked their eyes..."
Cheng Jiaoniang looked away, lifted her skirt and stepped out. Banqin quickly stood up and lowered her head to follow.
Liu Lang turned to look at her, jumped up and followed her.
"Hey, I'm still wondering why you said something like that today." He followed up, pushed Banqin aside, and whispered, "It turns out this time it's not a trick, but a real anger, a scare.
He's taking it out on himself."
Cheng Jiaoniang just moved forward without squinting.
There were not many guests in the Fairy Residence in the afternoon, and the long corridor was extremely quiet. The early autumn sunlight fell on the ground from the straight windows, and the clothes swayed and shredded.
"It turns out that you can also talk nonsense." Zhou Lang said, "You dare to say such things, just like children fighting and showing off their ferocity. Who is my father, who am I, what do I know, how powerful I am
sharp…"
He laughed loudly as he spoke.
"It would be terrible if word got out!" he said.
Saying that you are a disciple of an immortal, saying that you have the secret skill of bringing the dead back to life, saying that you can cut off a person's lifespan, it doesn't matter if people talk about it in private, but if you say it out loud, it will be of a different nature.
Evil ways and sycophants are ultimately not the right way and cannot be tolerated by the court.
"Well, that's right, that kid is dead today." Saturday Lang nodded and said, "Hearing what you said, it's impossible for him to be alive again."
Cheng Jiaoniang stopped and looked sideways at him.
"Although the process is not what I expected," she said, "but the result is the same. Do you want to try this kind of thing yourself?"
Saturday Lang looked at her.
"Are you threatening me?" he said, grinning, "I haven't done anything wrong, I can't be scared to death."
"Actually, have you ever thought that I was already dead?" Cheng Jiaoniang said, looking at him, "If I hadn't recovered, there would be no Cheng Jiaoniang in this world at this time."
Saturday Lang's smile immediately disappeared.
"It is senseless for others to ignore me, but to ignore my blood relatives is to assist in the killing." Cheng Jiaoniang continued, "I don't know how you, my enemy, can get so much happiness and complacency."
When Mr. Cheng Er left office and returned home, he basically abandoned this fool in Taoist Temple.
After Mrs. Zhou died, Mr. Zhou also pretended to have forgotten to stop supplying the Taoist temple.
When the Cheng family asked them how their master and servant came back, Banqin said that Mrs. Zhou had left a large amount of money. Everyone believed it at the time, but later Banqin admitted that there was no such thing at all, and it was just a prevarication.
Idiot, orphan, weak servant, abandoned, in a foreign land, the end is indeed death...
Saturday Lang looked ugly and his face was slightly pale.
As the woman said, if passers-by ignore the danger when they see it, they cannot be blamed because they do not have the responsibility of caring for the blood relatives. However, if it is a relative who ignores the danger, especially a direct blood relative, then it is regarded as murder.
At least in this woman's mind, it was undoubtedly murder.
They are her relatives, and because of this, they are also her enemies.
This woman!
She doesn’t even believe that Xiang Qi wasn’t the ghost she was scared to death!
Zhou Lang raised his head and saw that Cheng Jiaoniang had already left in the car.
"It's terrible for a woman to be angry." He murmured. (To be continued)
