Soon, all the dishes came out of the pot one after another.

Steward Zhou brought them out one by one, and the people in the hall were feasting, Xiuzhen gently opened the door curtain and glanced at the Tang family who were eating.

She smiled slightly, and walked back to the stove.

After packing up the remaining ingredients, Xiuzhen looked around, then crumpled Xiaomao's clothes into a ball, put them in a cloth bag, and then stuffed them into the stove floor.

After doing all this, Xiuzhen looked up, and she might have glanced at the fat boy again.

"This big dog named Huzi has been raised by the Tang family for many years, and I can repay him by making it for them now......

As she spoke, she laughed twice at the fat boy.

The fat boy had goosebumps, and he looked at Xiuzhen blankly.

I saw her get up again and walk out of the fat boy directly. The fat boy followed him, and after the two of them left the kitchen, they walked down a straight black passageway.

In front of him was a door, and when Xiuzhen pushed the door open, inside was a woman's bedroom.

The woman sleeping on the bed was the lady of the Tang Mansion.

She was wrapped in a quilt, and there was no blood on her face at all, looking at her appearance, but in two or three days, he seemed to have lost a lot of weight. The whole face was deeply sunken, and it looked like it was in his twenties.

The great pain tortured her to the point of being inhuman.

The woman was lying on the bed, breathing.

Seeing that it was the missing Xiuzhen coming, she instinctively struggled, her mouth wanted to be born, but she only moved a few times, and she couldn't make a sound.

Su-jeong looked at her with a smile and sat next to her bed.

The woman wanted to get up, but her hands and feet didn't seem to have any strength at all.

After working hard for a long time, she spit out a few words from her mouth: "It was you who killed my Xiao Mao, you murderer, you vicious woman." ”

Xiuzhen reached out and touched Madame's forehead lightly.

After smoothing out the few hairs that fell down, Xiuzhen said: "Isn't Mao Mao also dead, he was bitten to death by your big dog Huzi, and his father Chef Li, didn't he also die on the water tower of your Tang family, their family of three is much more miserable than you......"

Before Xiuzhen's words could be spoken, Mrs. Dame's eyes widened:

"What are they, but they are just a cheap life, not even a toe of my son!"

The tone of her voice made the fat boy very uncomfortable to hear.

All people are equal, and it is natural for people to pay for their lives from ancient times to the present. If you have money and can do whatever you want, then the world is not in chaos.

Xiuzhen looked at Madame steadily: "Everything has cause and effect, your Tang family will be retributed, your son Xiaomao, it is just the beginning, and next, endless bad luck will haunt you......"

Su-jeong said as she smiled.

There was an indescribable chill in the air.

Madame's face was so white that it looked like it had been pasted out of paper, and there was not even a trace of color on her lips.

Suddenly, Madame's throat bulged.

Immediately after, a mouthful of blood spat out of her mouth.

The mouthful of blood spurted high, and Xiuzhen's body shrank back, so that it didn't spray on her face.

Madame stared at Xiuzhen vigorously, she frowned, as if she felt that something in her forehead and chest was tearing, tearing continuously, she felt that she was about to die, so, with all her last strength, grabbed Xiuzhen's arm:

"You wicked woman!"

Xiuzhen immediately withdrew her hand: "Speaking of viciousness, where can I compare to you, your retribution has just begun, let's start enjoying it slowly." ”

Before he lost his breath, he pointed at Xiuzhen and finally said: "I won't let you go if I'm a ghost!" ”

After saying this, she tilted her head and lost her breath.

Xiuzhen stared at the woman's tilted head, and laughed with a snort.

The fat boy didn't know what she was laughing at, and was about to ask, but the woman suddenly turned her head, looked at the fat boy and said, "Don't worry, the show has just begun, and being a ghost is also qualified, they have lost their conscience, and they can't even be a ghost......"

You can't even be a ghost......

The fat boy suddenly felt depressed when he heard this.

He suddenly asked Xiuzhen, "What did you do to them?" ”

"Didn't I tell you just now, the ghost orchid is a flower that grows on the Soul Restoration Cliff, this is a life-saving fairy grass, even if a person dies, eating this thing, he can come back to life......"

Hearing this, the fat boy bowed his head, bowed down, and quietly observed the lady lying on the bed.

This woman, who had already lost her breath, fell motionless on it.

It's only been a few minutes since she died, but her face is already covered with black spots.

Clumps of corpse spots emerged from the back of the neck, and the skin lost its elasticity and radiance.

The fat boy was watching, and suddenly, the woman who was lying on the bed and had died suddenly opened her eyes, she stared at the fat boy with wide eyes, opened her mouth, and exhaled in his face.

Listening to the old man, the last breath in the mouth of the dying person is the most smelly.

That breath is a lifetime of resentment and unwillingness.

After the fat boy took this breath, he suddenly felt unlucky. He heard the old man say that if these grievances are inhaled into the body after death, they will be unlucky.

Next, at least five years of bad luck.

Moreover, there are a lot of germs in this thing, and living people will get sick if they inhale these gases.

Just as the fat boy was about to retract himself, suddenly, a pair of hands grabbed him by the neck. With great effort, the fat boy finally broke free from his wife's hand.

He sat on the floor and looked at the stiff body on the bed, but still moving slowly.

The fat boy was a little devastated.

He asked Xiuzhen, who was standing aside, "What's going on, isn't she dead?" ”

"She can't die."

"That ......"

The lady lying on the bed twisted her neck, her movements seemed to be very difficult, her face was like a layer of paper, under the light of the candle, very strange.

At the same time, her lips were completely different from what they had just been.

The lips, which were originally pale and without a trace of blood, were now as if they had just been washed with blood, crimson, very showy, as if there was a layer of glowing red oiled paper pasted on them.

She sits, her body writhing with difficulty.

As if she had been controlled by something, she looked up, touched her forehead, and then touched her face, as if she felt something was wrong.

She looked at Xiuzhen: "I, what's wrong?" ”

"You can't become a ghost, because you can't die."

"Why?"

"Because, you ate what I made - Ghost Orchid."