"Hmph, the death is not just wronged, I heard that the woman was pregnant with Liujia back then, but she was robbed by the mountain bandits and was humiliated to death in the cottage."

Among the tea drinkers, a man in a black tunic and a hat suddenly spoke.

His outfit is the most popular outfit nowadays, but it doesn't fit in with the person who drinks tea in a large bowl of tea.

Everyone looked at him, and he continued, "Although Wu Dashuai led people to level the cottage, it was too late, Wu Dashuai killed people like hemp, I am afraid that it will create retribution and heavenly punishment." ”

All those old things back then floated from the river with the female corpse.

Those things that were gradually forgotten by Yuanshu Town were brought up from people's mouths again.

Chu Wanxi is young and still lives outside the town.

Where have I heard these secrets, and the little faces on the side turned pale.

glanced at Wu Lingheng, saw that his eyes were gloomy and terrifying, and got up to push him away, "Let's not stay here, let's go back to the house." ”

"Are you afraid that I will feel sad when I hear this?" Wu Lingheng asked her.

She nodded, "Husband, they're all talking nonsense, so don't listen to it." ”

Those words are so unbearable!!

It's better not to listen or not to listen.

"The tea hasn't been drunk yet, so it can't be wasted." He took a half-bite bite of the kidney bean cake and stuffed it into her cherry mouth.

Her teeth bit down on the pastry, where he had bitten it.

His heart raced and his hands trembled slightly.

At that end, everyone looked curiously at the man in a tunic who knew about Wu Dashuai's family affairs.

Someone was curious: "I haven't seen you yet, you're not from this town, are you?" ”

"When I was a child, I was from this town, and I just came back from studying in Japan." He got up and took off his hat.

In recent years, it is not unusual for people to return from abroad.

I can see a lot of them every year, and everyone has long been surprised.

No one was much curious about his identity, and people began to talk about the female corpse again.

Many people feel that Wu Dashuai is too selfish.

For the sake of his own son, regardless of everyone's safety.

The young master of the Wu family, who was born from the female corpse, should have been thrown into the child's ditch.

For them, Wu Lingheng is a villain who killed people and oversold goods in his previous life, and the Lord of Hades did not allow him to be reincarnated.

only then did he carry Lord Yama on his back and secretly reincarnate.

As a result, before he was born, he killed his mother.

He is the most unlucky person in Yuanshu Town for hundreds of years.

Now his mother's corpse has also floated up, and it must be going to plague their entire Yuanshu Town.

It's a pity that the warlord Wu has a gun in his hand, and they, the ordinary people, can't earn it.

Chu Wanxi didn't expect that he was a dignified young master of Wu Mansion.

There is such a pitiful background, and he is criticized by those people in the town for no reason.

Along the way, the mood was very low.

"Do you regret marrying me?" He looked down from the bridge, and the Boqing River was rippling.

Chu Wanxi's shadow was reflected in the river, "You saved my brother, I should have married you." ”

So......

Is it to repay the favor?

"How is your brother doing?" He asked suddenly.

She held out her hand to shield him from the sun, "My brother is fine, but I haven't seen him in days. ”

"In a few days, find a chance, and I'll take you back to the door." He said.

She couldn't help but be happy, and she didn't have time to say thank you.

In the river, suddenly the waves rolled.

attracted a lot of onlookers, and everyone talked about it.

They are all wondering if there is something unclean coming up in the river again.

The waves rolled under the bridge a few times, and everyone gradually saw clearly.

It turned out to be a school of white fish, gathered together to make the waves of the river churn.

Those fish were huge, about the size of four or five pounds of watermelon.

The scales are different from ordinary fish and are fried like flower petals.

Suddenly, there was such a fish.

The swim slammed into a rock on the shore, and the blood blew away in the rippling water.

Immediately, the school of fish that had just made waves in the water disappeared without a trace.

All that remained was the dead fish, oozing blood from its head, floating on the shore.