Chapter 3: The Corpse Is Fraudulent!
"Wait...... Wait for me! You mother-in-law who kills a thousand knives!"
As soon as Wang Po ran, Wang Mutou's feet trembled, and a stream of heat flowed down from the hem of his trousers.
Wang Mutou didn't care so much, his life was more important!
"Hahaha......" Song Ling sat on the roof, looking at the unknown liquid and Wang Mutou who fled in the wilderness, and finally couldn't help laughing.
A few broken dolls scared this king wood like this, and came to steal the corpse?
Throwing away the thin thread in his hand, Song Ling jumped down and almost fell.
"This body is too bad, isn't it?" Song Ling complained inwardly.
You must know that you are the one who led an army of 100,000 to challenge the opponent's 150,000 army and won a complete victory.
At that time, it was no problem for her to single-handedly pick up five strong men.
It's a pity that she tried everything to get the throne for Chu Linhan, but she died in the hands of Chu Linhan.
"Oh, interesting. A fluttering voice rang out.
"Who is it?" Song Ling keenly caught the voice.
His eyes were cold, and he shot like a sharp sword at the trunk of the tree above his head.
Sure enough, two people, one black and one white, stood directly above.
Although the two of them wore masks, the indifference in the eyes of the boy in white was still clearly seen by Song Ling.
"Lord Wang, it has been discovered. The black man spoke.
"Then why don't you run?" Bai Yi glanced at Song Ling deeply.
This guy's ear power is actually so good?
No wonder in her previous life, she defeated the party in just a few months.
But now I don't want to have anything to do with her.
The two jumped and landed firmly on another tree.
"Still want to run?" Song Ling looked at the two figures, one white and one black, and instantly exercised the soles of his feet.
Song Ling kicked his feet towards the tree, and Zheng Dapeng spread his wings, only to hear a plop.
Song Ling fell directly to the ground and had an intimate kiss with the ground.
"Bah, it hurts me, my mother will let you go first! Mom, my waist is ......"
Song Ling quickly got up, spit out the mud in his mouth, and shouted as he looked at the two who had disappeared.
This body is too weak, and if you exert yourself a little hard, you can't bear it, and it seems that you still need to train.
Song Ling rubbed it for a while, and then he felt a little more comfortable.
But Song Ling was curious, who were those two people just now?
Pogang Village is a poor and remote area, and except for the people from this village, other villages will not come in at all.
However, the two people just now seemed to have some martial arts foundation, and they were only fifteen or sixteen years old.
"Forget it, whoever he is, Ben...... I'd better go home. Song Ling immediately changed his words.
The word "Bengong" is no longer what Song Ling said.
Yizhuang was halfway up the mountain, Song Ling went around and around, and finally went down the mountain.
A ray of sunlight shone on Song Ling's face, and the girl's resolute face became more conspicuous in the sun.
Song Ling looked at the broken port village below, and the voice in his heart appealed.
"Brother, mother, I'm Song Ling back again!"
At that time, Pogang Village.
From time to time, there was a cough in a dilapidated hut, accompanied by the sound of talking.
When I walked into the hut, I saw a frail and sickly woman with a pale face and half leaning on the kang.
Another man and a woman stood by the kang, and when they looked closely, it was the king wood and the princess yesterday.
"I said, madam, your Song Ling is dead, and the General's Mansion will not send anyone to restrain you, so it is better for you to agree to this family business. ”
"Isn't it, the village chief of the next village can give you a full five taels of money! ”
"Madam, not only does Song Ling have a place to settle down now, but you also have money to buy medicine for your illness!"
Wang Mutou and Wang Po looked at Song Liu's family, and said one by one.
After what happened yesterday, the two of them no longer dared to fight the idea of stealing the corpse.
But I can't bear that piece of fat.
Early in the morning, taking advantage of Song's absence, he came to be a lobbyist.
Song Liu's face was pale, trembling all over, and his lips were clenched at a loss.
Wang Mutou was right, the people in the General's Mansion had already ignored their mother and daughter.
Two days ago, Song Ling suddenly fell ill and died, and now he has been placed in Yizhuang.
Song Liushi didn't come up in one breath, fainted, and didn't wake up until now.
Song Qian also took care of himself inch by inch, so Song Ling's body was never watched.
Although Mrs. Liu was left by the General's Mansion to take care of Song Liu's mother and daughter, she was actually a disobedient person.
Not only did they deduct their silver taels, but even Song Ling died, in order not to be condemned, he ran away with the fine soft overnight.
Poor her daughter is still unguarded in Yizhuang.
She didn't even have a penny for the burial, and the people in the village refused to go to the general's mansion to report a letter, for fear of causing bad luck.
As soon as he thought of this, Song Liu's blood surged up in an instant, his throat was fishy, and he spit it out with a wow!
"Hey, ma'am, you're coughing up blood, you need to buy some medicine quickly. ”
When Wang Mutou and the others saw Song vomiting blood, they immediately hid aside and said angrily.
His eyes were filled with disgust and disgust.
If it weren't for the tens of taels of silver, or for inviting them, they wouldn't have come.
"Madam, you agree, these two children are also ......."
Before he could finish speaking, the door was kicked open with a bang!
Song Ling, who was covered in mud, carried the basket on his back, and the sickle in his hand flashed with cold light.
His face was pale like a demon in hell, and his eyes were even sharper, piercing the hearts of Wang Mutou and the others fiercely.
The sunlight was blocked by Song Ling, and only a little rushed in, jumping in the dim room.
"Ahh......h Are you a human or a ghost?" Mrs. Wang and Wang Mutou looked at Song Ling standing in front of him with a pale face, the sickle in his hand was extremely cold, and his legs instantly became weak with fright, and he couldn't stop shivering.
"Hehehe......" Song Ling let out a dry laugh, which was even more weird.
"The corpse is cheated! The girl of the Song family cheats the corpse!"
When Mrs. Wang and Wang Mutou heard this laughter, they thought of what happened yesterday, and they were even more frightened and ran away.
Come as you want, leave as you want?
Song Ling quietly took out the stone in his sleeve and shot it towards Wang Pozi and Wang Mutou.
The stone hit the buttocks of the two of them seamlessly, as if they had been blown apart.
"Hey, my yodoko!"
The two grinned in pain, ignoring the pain, holding their buttocks and running away.
Ling ...... Ling Er?" Song looked at Song Ling in front of him with teary eyes, distressed, surprised and regretful, all on his face.
"Mother, I'm back. Song Ling looked at Song Liu's nose sour.
In the last life, the Song Liu clan was riddled with a serious illness, and he died within a few months of returning to the general's mansion.
"It's good to be back, it's good to be back, cough cough ......" Song Liushi coughed again, and the blood fell on the handkerchief, which was particularly dazzling.