Jiang Wantong didn't explain, but asked directly: "Mrs. Jiang of Jiang Mansion, but your sister?" ”

"yes, who are you? Have I seen you before? Lin Damu looked at Jiang Wantong's face and asked curiously.

The main thing is Jiang Wantong's face, Lin Damu really feels too familiar, as if he is a person living around him, but he really remembers it for a long time, and he can't think of it.

This feeling made Lin Damu more and more curious, and he wanted to know who the young son in front of him was.

looks good-looking, but with such a noble son, he really can't think of it, who else does he know?

"Uncle is a noble man who forgets things, and he doesn't remember who I am so soon."

Jiang Wantong did not hide her identity, but said lightly, straight to the point.

When the title of uncle was shouted, Lin Damu was still subconsciously stunned.

He couldn't help but carefully look at Jiang Wantong's face again.

After a long time, he seemed to suddenly realize the horror and excitement.

He staggered back a few steps in fright, and the old face was also frightened and turned pale in an instant: "You, you, ghost, ghost!" ”

"Ghosts have shadows?" Jiang Wantong was speechless.

Hasn't this Lin Damu heard that she Jiang Wantong has returned to the imperial city alive?

But on second thought, how can a gambling addict have the heart to care about outside affairs?

"Not a ghost? Then you, are you really Jiang Wantong? Lin Damu looked at the ground, there was really a shadow.

He was even more curious.

Jiang Wantong didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, she asked rhetorically: "Otherwise?" ”

Lin Damu still couldn't believe it: "No, you, didn't you die five years ago?" How is this, this still a man? ”

He paused at this point, but in the next quarter of an hour he seemed to react to something:

"I understand, didn't you borrow a corpse to return your soul?"

Jiang Wantong was even more speechless......

Her eyes almost rolled to the sky.

However, this IQ is no different from Jiang Ruoyun.

Well, they are a family.

"No, you can't just think about it, am I going to be wearing men's clothes? Why did you borrow the corpse to return the soul? How can there be so many corpses waiting to be picked up? Jiang Wantong couldn't help but complain.

When Lin Damu heard this, he was still curious: "A woman dressed as a man? Really? ”

Jiang Wantong: ......

Lin Damu was relieved at this time, and he asked tentatively: "So Jiang Wantong, you are not dead at all?" ”

"Nonsense!"

"I'm not dead, I'm scared to death! I thought it was a ghost.,It's broad daylight.,I can't still see the ghost alive with a little bit of back.。 Lin Damu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But when Lin Damu learned that the other party was not someone else, but Jiang Wantong, his attitude also changed one hundred and eighty degrees.

"Jiang Wantong, what kind of money can you have, you dare to lie to me here, you dead girl really haven't seen you for a few years, but you are bold, play with Lao Tzu, you are, see if Lao Tzu doesn't kill you!"

As he spoke, Lin Damu raised his hand and was about to hit Jiang Wantong.

It seems that he has completely forgotten how badly he was beaten by the thugs in the casino just now, and how he wailed and begged for mercy.

It's just that Lin Damu could be Jiang Wantong's opponent.

Jiang Wantong's face was cold, and he directly grabbed Lin Damu's arm that was about to be beaten.

Her fingertips twisted lightly, and Lin Damu wailed:

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts!"

"Ah, you little slut, let go, I'm your uncle, you actually treat me like this, it's a big rebellion! Great rebellion! ”

Lin Damu wailed and cursed.

Jiang Wantong was silent about Lin Damu's scolding, after all, the original owner was scolded like this when he was a child, and he was already immune.

Although he was silent, the strength of Jiang Wantong's fingertips slowly increased at this time.

Lin Damu was even more painful, and his wailing voice became louder and more miserable:

"Oh, it hurts, it's broken, Jiang Wantong, hurry up and let go of Lao Tzu!"

"Wan Tong, Wan Tong, uncle is wrong, uncle shouldn't scold you, you let go quickly."

"Wan Tong, it hurts, Wan Tong!"

Lin Damu is like an unprincipled madman, and all kinds of words seem to come out of his mouth.

"Lin Damu, let me ask you a question, if you answer truthfully, I will let you go." Jiang Wantong said softly.

Lin Damu was in pain at the moment, and his brain didn't listen to the call, but nodded mechanically: "Okay, okay, I listen to you, I listen to you, you ask, you ask." ”

"Your sister, when did you hook up with Master Jiang? Was it while my mother was still alive, or after she died? Jiang Wantong asked lightly.

Her cheeks were cold at the moment, her whole person looked cold, and her whole body was exuding a powerful murderous aura.

Like a demonic messenger from hell.

Lin Damu was completely frightened by this question.

Twenty years ago, things appeared in front of Lin Damu's eyes in an instant.

Those memories are like a lifetime, how many nightmarish nights Lin Damu tossed and turned, and finally he was about to forget, but he was suddenly mentioned like this, how could he not be afraid?

"Wan, Wantong, what question are you asking, your mother is my sister, what before and after death."

Although Lin Damu said this, Jiang Wantong could clearly see that he was already panicking.

"Lin Damu, you just have to answer my question truthfully, as long as what you say is true, I can give you as much silver as you want, but if you dare to lie to me, believe it or not, I will not let you see the sun tomorrow!"

Jiang Wantong's voice was not too loud when she said this, but it was an inexplicable deterrent.

Although Lin Damu's spiritual power is average, he is also a person who cultivates spiritual power, and the moment Jiang Wantong grabbed his arm just now, he already understood that there was a big difference between his spiritual power level and Jiang Wantong.

It is categorically impossible to be Jiang Wantong's opponent.

In addition, Jiang Wantong at this moment is very different from five years ago, and his momentum is so cold.

Lin Damu was afraid of death, so he naturally felt that Jiang Wantong was indeed capable of killing him.

What's more, he wanted silver even more!

"You, do you really have the silver to give me?" Lin Damu asked with a longing face.

Jiang Wantong let go of her hand and stretched it out to her sleeve.

Lin Damu's arm was finally freed, and he rubbed his arm with pain on his face, finally feeling better.

He really felt like his arm was going to break off just now.

Jiang Wantong had already taken out a stack of silver tickets from her sleeve at this moment, which was three times as much as the one that Mrs. Jiang gave her today.

Lin Damu swept his eyes over, and just saw this pile of silver tickets, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he stretched out his hand to come up and grab the silver tickets.

"Wow, that's so much, hurry up and give it to me."

At the moment when his hand was about to touch the silver ticket, Jiang Wantong took the silver ticket back.

Lin Damu's heart was crossed, and he couldn't care so much about the silver: "Okay, don't you just want to know about your mother, I'll tell you." ”