Zheng Shijie reined in front of the house, staring blankly at the lintel plaque, and couldn't help but recall the scene of leaving home three years ago, the crazy mother Jia Shi grabbed his sleeve and didn't let him go, crying heartbreakingly, but he tried his best to break away from her, and he didn't look back at her the moment he ran out of the door. At that time, he was bent on escaping from this dark place that terrified him, but he never considered how ruthless and ruthless he was in the first place.

Zheng Shijie blurted out a mother, rushed in with red eyes, and ran straight to the backyard. There was a dilapidated house in the backyard, and since the Jia family was crazy, those ruthless concubines locked their mother and son in this dark and dilapidated house.

The room was dimly lit, and there was almost nothing but a bed, a few tables, stools, and chairs that were about to fall apart. The house is hot in spring and summer, wet and cold in autumn and winter, especially in the cold winter and moon season, the cold in the house is pressing, cold to the bone marrow, the mother and son curled up at the head of the bed and shivered, Jia wrapped the tattered quilt around his body, and then hugged him tightly in his arms, and stupidly coaxed him to sleep.

Jia gave birth to a son, and the wives (concubines) that Zheng Xun married later hated her, and all their resentment was sprinkled on the mother. At first, hindering Zheng Xun's face, several wives did not dare to act recklessly, and gradually Zheng Xun seemed to be unwilling to care about these messes anymore, and these vicious women did whatever they wanted, unscrupulously, locked the poor mother and son in the room, and made coarse tea and light meals every day, and from time to time they vented their anger, said all the insults, and did all the things of pigs and dogs.

After Zheng Shijie was sent to Dongyang School Palace by Zheng Xun, the three years of spring and autumn were like a white horse, and for the Jia family, these three years were as difficult as thirty years. In the past three years of Zheng Shijie's absence, Zheng Xun has been even more indifferent to Jia's life and death, and several wives have lost their conscience and are crazy, and the crazy and stupid Jia is chanting Zheng Shijie's name all the time, maybe this is the reason why she can live until now, or maybe this is a mother's deep love for her son.

The door of the hut was open, and from the outside you could feel the dull air of death, and the inside of the room was as dark as hell. Zheng Shijie was stunned, and then rushed in, only to see his mother lying on the bed coldly, covered with the broken quilt he had once wrapped.

"Mother!!" Zheng Shijie knelt down on his knees at the head of the bed, Jia's hair was unkempt, skinny, his face was like wrinkled paper, his five fingers were as dry as bamboo, and there were horizontal and vertical scars on his arms.

Zheng Shijie's eyes were blood-red all of a sudden, tears fell, he held his mother's hand with trembling hands, and kept calling his mother. After a while, Jia Shi opened her eyes slightly, turned her head sideways and recognized her son who had not returned for three years, and instantly burst into tears, wanting to shout her son but had no strength, she only heard a vague squeak, but she seemed to use all her strength to hold Zheng Shijie's hand.

Zheng Shijie couldn't control his emotions anymore and cried, crying so hysterically and grief-stricken for the first time in three years.

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Zheng Shijie hurriedly summoned Zixiang, who immediately found a doctor to diagnose Jia's disease, and the doctor said that Jia's was seriously ill and was mute. It turned out that since she studied at Lin Lifu, Jia's heart was so anxious that she yelled every night, disturbing the whole mansion and thinking that she was possessed by evil spirits.

Zheng Xun's second concubine Ji, although she was born as beautiful as a flower, she had a femme fatale heart in her belly, and she was the only one among the four wives who was the most ruthless, and she hated Jia the most, just because Zheng Xun said in front of her that her appearance was not as good as that of Jia when she was young.

Wanting to take this opportunity to punish Jia severely, he mixed a strange water into a kettle and induced him to drink it, and Jia felt his throat hot and itchy the next day, and at night he became mute, and he could not speak again.

"Go! Bring that slut here, I'm going to have to rip her off today! Zheng Shijie gritted his teeth with hatred, and pulled out the sword on Zixiang's waist with a sass, and Zixiang only learned that it was Ji's poisonous hand after asking the next person.

Ji was not in the room, Zixiang found the main hall, but saw Ji was in Zheng Xun's arms, flirting with the wine cup, seeing Zixiang frightened that the wine cup fell, and hugged Zheng Xun's neck tightly, she seemed to have expected that Zheng Shijie would find her to take revenge after returning home, and she had been sticking to Zheng Xun all day long, like glue, Zheng Xun naturally knew what she had done.

Zixiang was also a little jealous of Zheng Xun, and found an excuse to invite the Ji family to see Zheng Shijie, but the Ji family refused, Zheng Xun immediately drank Zixiang back, obviously protecting her.

Zixiang replied to Zheng Shijie, Zheng Shijie's raised brows were like sharp knives, and he suddenly laughed coldly after thinking for a moment, revealing a thick ruthlessness, which was thousands of times better than his hatred for Xiang Lin, he was no longer the cowardly and incompetent coward he was at the beginning.

Zheng Shijie waited by his mother's side day and night, but Jia's life was over, and he returned to the west five days later, he could only watch his mother die on the bed, and his deep repentance was mixed with deep hatred.

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Hiding from the first day of the first year, but not fifteen, when the prime minister of the dynasty Fan Yi passed on the edict of the state to assassinate Shi Jin to report on the people's livelihood and other political affairs under the rule, Zheng Xun as the leader of the army in Dongyangzhou (there is also a position of bicycle assassin history, no authority to lead the army, no power to supervise the military) did not dare to slack off, and rushed to Jiankang the next day, where can I still take care of the Ji family.

As soon as Zheng Xun left, Ji's family was even more panicked, staying in the house, unable to sleep at night, and the other three wives did not dare to approach her, so they avoided it, lest they get into trouble.

One night, Ji had a nightmare, dreaming that Jia's hair was scattered, pinching her neck and scolding, hating and telling a hatred and hatred before her death, Ji woke up breathlessly, panicked and got out of bed to light a candle, but saw the bloody word 'kill' on the wall, which scared her to scream and faint.

The next night, Ji shrunk at the head of the bed with a silk pillow, looking like a crazy and stupid Jia, staring at the door in a daze, for fear that something would break in. 'Squeak...' The door suddenly opened slowly, and the sound of grinding made her confused, and then wisps of yin wind rushed in, and the candlelight flickered to extinguish, and a white dress swept past the door, and then there was a gloomy and low laughter, and the aftermath was endless, and Ji Shi was so frightened that he plunged into the quilt, and he didn't dare to show his face for a night.

Ji couldn't bear this kind of fear and torture, so he ordered a dozen or so guards to guard the front and back of the house, with the lights and candles lit day and night, and the door open, so that they could see the guards guarding the door, and if something happened, they would immediately enter to protect her. If it goes on like this, without waiting for Zheng Xun to return to the house, the Ji family is afraid that they will go crazy first.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Zixiang appeared in front of the door and gave a few orders, but the guards who were supposed to protect Ji broke into the house, dragged Ji off the bed, and escorted him to the dilapidated house in the backyard.

The room is bright, the tablet of the Jia family is set on the table, and a sword is placed next to it, called the 'Green Snake Sword', the cyan hilt, the silver-white and snow-bright sword body is like a curved snake, extremely sharp. Zheng Shijie stood with his back blushing, and his father's three wives kneeling behind him, trembling all over his body and breaking out in a cold sweat. The guards brought Ji into the house and pushed him to the ground.

"Who said first..."Zheng Shijie said coldly, his blood-red eyes revealing a heavy murderous aura. As soon as the words fell, the three wives scrambled to grab what you said, blamed each other and complained, crying and begging for mercy, Ji seemed to have lost his mind, staring blankly at Jia's tablet.

"It's her! She did it to us! The three of them fought in a mess, and finally blamed all the blame on Ji's head, and the three people who were desperate for their lives wanted to kick and beat, but the quilt shouted loudly.

"There's a glass of wine and a sword on the table, choose how you want to die!" Zheng Shijie turned his head and stared at Ji with hatred, Ji almost died of fright when he saw his eyes, and knocked the wine cup to the ground in panic. In fact, the wine cup was not filled with poisonous wine, but the potion she used to mutilate Jia's and turn him into a dumb man.

After Zheng Shijie thought about it carefully, he wanted to give her a chance to live, but who would have thought that Ji Shi didn't even say a word of begging for mercy, and knocked over the wine cup with his own hands, which made Zheng Shijie suddenly have the heart to kill.

Zheng Shijie sneered a few times, picked up the green snake sword and stabbed it into Ji's heart, and before Ji felt the severe pain, he fell to the ground stiffly. One of the concubines fainted in fright on the spot, and the other two concubines squeaked in fright when they saw this, and kowtowed desperately to beg for mercy.

However, Zheng Shijie, who was red-eyed, had no intention of letting them go, so he immediately gave Zixiang a look, and the guards pressed the palms of the three on the ground, and Zixiang pulled out a short knife and cut off their little fingers one by one.

In the dead of night, in the hut in the backyard of the Assassin's Mansion, there were bursts of heart-rending shouts, which were the screams of the evil ghosts struggling.