One hundred and sixteenth chapter daughter country (14)
Rong Qiqi looked at the person in front of her. Xu Hun was still waiting for her answer. If she looked carefully, his hands were spinning behind his back.
The beauty's red lips were slightly opened, and she said in her clear and long voice: "Are you Erbi?"
Rong Qiqi kept walking, Xu Hun turned to stone for a while, and then he hurriedly chased after him, "You didn't talk like this before, why have you changed? Do you think I won't cherish it anymore if you get it? Hey, hey, you two-faced person.
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Rong Qiqi's fist hardened. She was like a piece of walking ice, exuding air-conditioning, and her steps were getting faster and faster.
Rong Qiqi wanted to stay away from this Erbi.
She also said something nonsense just now. Should the word "?" be removed from that sentence.
Rong Qiqi is 100% sure that Xu Hun is the second stroke.
Xu Hun felt Rong Qiqi's indifference and speechlessness, and did not dare to be pretentious. He walked behind Rong Qiqi honestly and looked around at the village where they were.
This village is built on the mountain and near the water.
Along the way, they passed only four or five huts, and those huts were not close together.
It's not completely dark yet, but not a single room has a light on. It's all dark, and it seems like no one lives here.
Xu Hun: "The fields here are very regular and there are very few weeds on the road. It doesn't look like no one lives there. Did the ancients go to bed so early?"
Rong Qiqi also heard a few cows braying, "There is a lot of resentment here. It's not that the villagers are not here, it's that they don't dare to move around at night."
"You mean, there will be ghosts here at night to harm people?"
Rong Qiqi hadn't seen it with her own eyes, so she wasn't sure what would appear in the village at night.
Rong Qiqi continued to walk forward with resentment until he stopped in front of a half-down thatched hut.
Xu Hun also stopped walking, "Is there something in the house? Is the resentful ghost here?"
Rong Qiqi shook his head slightly, patted Xu Hun's arm, "I'll go in and take a look, you guard the door."
Xu Hun refused: "Your body has been poisoned by ghost poison. What if something happens again? I'll go and you wait outside."
Rong Qiqi's tone left no room for doubt, "The ghost of resentment is unpredictable. If you can't search for resentment, it will be difficult to catch it."
Xu Hun wanted to say something, but Rong Qiqi had already turned around and entered the room. Xu Hun stared at her with a pair of resentful eyes as he watched her leave.
Xu Hun took the initiative to add one point to Rong Qiqi's "disobedient attribute".
Although he was a little angry, he still maintained his vigilance. He spread out his spiritual power and used his spiritual sense to check if anything else was approaching within ten miles. He guarded the rear and built a protective wall for Rong Qiqi on the front line.
Rong Qiqi has already walked to the door. The moonlight shines on the wooden door that has been gnawed by termites everywhere. The wind gently makes the crumbling wooden door creak, and with the shadow of the tree on the door, it is like a pair of ghost claws holding the door open.
Push.
"Crunch——"
The wooden door was suddenly pulled in, and a thick stick hit Rong Qiqi in the face. Rong Qiqi caught the stick with his bare hands and moved it toward her, then twisted the stick to the left, and the thing fell into her hand.
inside, and at this moment a figure fell out of the room.
"Ouch--"
He was an old man. He was dressed in rags. The outermost jacket had cotton leaks everywhere. He had a large bald patch on his head. He was shouting on the ground: "Get out of here, get out of here. I'll hit you once!"
Rong Qiqi looked at the stick in his hand. It was actually a walking stick. Like the wooden door, it had been chewed to pieces by termites and had become hollow inside.
The moment Xu Hun hit Rong Qiqi with the stick, he ducked behind her, but Rong Qiqi had already taken care of everything without him having to take action.
Xu Hun, who had not yet succeeded in saving the beauty, asked the old man on the ground fiercely: "What do you do? Has anyone died in your family before?"
When the old man heard the word "dead man", he hugged his head tightly and did not dare to get up. "No, no, I have never heard of anything about dead people."
Seeing the old man's guilty conscience, Xu Hun didn't believe it even if he beat him to death. He picked up the old man's neck and forced him to look into Rong Qiqi's eyes, "Old man, I'm warning you, this gentleman is from the Yamen.
If you dare to lie, you will be imprisoned for the rest of your life."
The old man's eyes changed when he heard this, but it wasn't fear, but expectation.
He swallowed and said, "Sir, will you be given food in prison?"
Xu Hun was speechless at this time, but he had an idea and deliberately frightened the old man and said: "Of course there is food and food, but you must also know that a man's life is worthless, and it doesn't matter if one or two die in prison."
The old man was as timid as a mouse. He knelt down and begged for mercy: "Sir, have mercy on me...Sir, please have mercy on me. I will say anything. I beg you to keep me alive for a few more years."
Xu Hun shook off the old man and said, "Tell me! Who has died in this family?"
The old man made a living by picking up rotten leaves and vegetables on the ground. He had enough to eat for three days. He could not speak fluently. Only when it was completely dark did he explain the whole story clearly.
The old man's name was An Qing. He was originally the son of a poor family in the village. Because of his outstanding appearance, he was attracted by the former rich woman in the village. The rich woman was a womanizer and already had three husband-in-laws in the family. When An Qing married, he was the third
The fourth brother-in-law. He had been favored for a long time, and the husband-in-law and several other side wives were quite critical of him.
The husband-in-law of the rich woman's family was very jealous of An Qing and kept wearing small shoes for him all day long. Fortunately, An Qing succeeded and allowed the rich woman to give birth to a fat daughter.
As soon as the rich woman was happy, she dismissed the original husband-in-law and several other wives, and helped Anqing to become the husband-in-law. This made the husband-in-law very angry, but there was nothing he could do. Who could let his subordinates be inferior to him?
Anqing only gave birth to one son to the rich woman, and that son was Kang Chonghua.
The husband-in-law could not do anything to the rich woman, so he returned to his parents' home in despair. An Qing was not a good person either. Since he became the head wife, he had managed the rich woman obediently and obeyed him. He lived a very happy life.
Comfortable, except seeing Kang Chonghua's figure spinning in front of him every day.
However, the wealthy woman had always felt guilty about Kang Chonghua's biological father, so she loved her son very much.
As spring passed and autumn came, fifteen years passed. Kang Chonghua became more and more handsome, and his eyes looked very much like his father's. The more An Qing looked at him, the more he felt suspicious of him, so he went everywhere to find a matchmaker, hoping to marry him off, but the marriage became more and more difficult.
The further away the better.
The matchmaker received a generous gift from Anqing and soon found a family in Hongtai County.
That family heard that Kang Chonghua was a man from Xianfu Village. They had heard that Xianfu Village produced virtuous and kind husbands, who were especially good at housekeeping, so they particularly liked Kang Chonghua.
An Qing mentioned this matter to the rich woman, but unexpectedly, the rich woman refused to marry her son so far away.
Anqing will never miss this opportunity. Hongtai County is in the east and Xianfu Village is in the west. As long as Kang Chonghua is married there, he will never come back several times in his life.
So Anqing took advantage of the rich woman's business days abroad to quietly handle the matter. When the rich woman returned home, everything was settled, and she had no choice but to wipe a few tears and have someone send a few boxes of good clothes.
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