The lady is reborn? The crazy villain kisses her forcefully and won't let go!

After he finished speaking, he whispered with some complaints: "It's a pity that I forgot to take the jade pendant when I left!"

The money that he thought would provide him with a worry-free life for several lifetimes was squandered by his several incompetent sons in just over a decade.

She hadn't enjoyed a few years of leisure before she went back to her old ways.

What a sin!

As the saying goes: It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.

If she had remembered to ask the woman for the piece of mutton-fat jade at that time, she wouldn't have to run around like this at her old age.

The old woman's last words were as soft as the whisper of a mosquito, but Jun Zhao could still hear them clearly.

He raised his eyebrows and asked calmly, "What does the jade pendant look like?"

Wan Gu secretly raised her eyes and saw that he seemed much more approachable than the cold and stern description just now, and looked very approachable.

His eyes turned slightly, and he thought, this person cares so much about what happened in the past, could he be looking for his relatives?

She curled her fingers slightly, feeling the calluses on her palms.

Having experienced what it feels like to be superior to others, her life in the past few years has been a living hell for her.

She wanted to go back to the good old days when she had maids to wash her feet and lived in a big house.

This person looks noble and extraordinary, maybe I can make some money from him.

It was worth it that she was worried today and told him so much news.

The greedy desire grew wildly in his heart, like a long-hungry ghost, stretching out countless withered tentacles, lurking towards Jun Zhao.

She slowly raised her head, her face twitching slightly, and she smiled wickedly. She looked the man in front of her and said, "If I tell you, will you let an old woman like me go?"

Jun Zhao smiled, as if weighing the weight of her words.

But in Wan Gu's eyes, this expression had become a handle that could be used to gain advantage.

The fear in her eyes gradually turned into cunning. She stopped kneeling and sat down on the ground, clasping her ankles with her hands.

She kneaded her aching legs with her rough fingers, and said with her chin up, "I know you are here to look for your relatives. There is no need to bring an old woman like me to this kind of ghost place to scare you. I have eaten more salt than you have eaten rice. How about this..."

Jun Zhao listened to her nonsense leisurely, and the dagger in his hand began to turn unconsciously.

Wan Gu's eyes showed calculation, but her tone was very generous. "I'll tell you the news, you have to give me, an old woman, some..."

She hesitated to speak, looked at him with sparkling eyes, raised her hand, and gently pressed with the tip of her two fingers.

The trick of asking for money was displayed vividly.

Yingchuan looked at this ignorant old woman with a cold expression, and did not remind her of anything.

Jun Zhao really acted like he was doing business, and asked in a gentle voice, "How much do you want?"

The wrinkled skin on Wan Gu's face trembled slightly, as if she had suddenly returned to sixteen years ago.

The huge vanity of becoming rich came over her, and she forgot where she was for a moment.

He shook his hand and raised five fingers, saying, "Fifty thousand taels... that's not right..."

But he also felt that he had lost something, as if he was making up for the regret of not getting that piece of mutton-fat jade that year.

She stretched out her hand again and said, "One hundred thousand taels."

One hundred thousand taels in exchange for a few words is already a sky-high price, but who told the other party to be in such a hurry for the news?

She raised her eyebrows and refused to give in, saying, "Not even a cent less!"

Let’s see the situation later. If there is any valuable information, she will cheat him again.

But he didn't realize that his insatiable appearance was like licking honey on the edge of a knife.

Or a knife exposed in the hands of the devil.

Jun Zhao calmly twirled the blade on his fingertips and glanced at Ying Qi who was standing beside him.

Yingqi immediately took out a few silver bills from his arms and handed them to the old woman.

Wan Gu was dazzled by the amount of the banknote. She wet her fingertips with saliva and started counting immediately.

She suppressed the crazy joy in her eyes, frowned after a moment and said, "Why is there only 20,000 taels?"

Jun Zhao blinked very slowly and said nonchalantly: "You said so, the rest of the money will be given to you naturally. I am a person who values ​​integrity the most."

Seeing that the man was generous and did not look like a liar, Wan Gu hid the 20,000 taels of silver into her sleeve.

He said nonchalantly, "It's been a while, I don't remember it very clearly, I just think it looks like a butterfly, bright white all over, it should be worth a lot of money..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and Wan Gu's eyes suddenly widened. She pulled her hands out from her sleeves with trembling hands and strangled her own neck tightly.

Veins bulged on his forehead, and his eyes were soon covered with bright red bloodshot lines, almost as if they were about to burst.

I don't know what got into my throat, it felt like someone had cut it open and I couldn't stop bleeding.

She felt as if someone was strangling her throat, and the pain of suffocation came from all directions.

Wan Gu's voice was hoarse and her eyes were bloodshot as she tried to grab the hem of the black-robed man's clothes.

It was not until this moment that she truly believed that there were things in this world more terrifying than evil spirits.

Jun Zhao slowly stood up, looking down at the old woman at his feet, and uttered cold words from his pale thin lips, "Since she likes salt so much, feed her more."

He calmly walked out of the interrogation room.

The hand that was as dry as a bone was ultimately unable to hold on to the last bit of resentment.

Yingqi walked slowly to a dark corner, grabbed something, and turned back.

Wan Gu couldn't even utter a cry of surprise before she was fed a handful of rough sand.

The sand caressed the wound on her throat, causing her to burst into tears in pain. She wanted to vomit, but the man in front of her covered her mouth tightly.

She stared in despair, and after a moment, the hand that was pulling Yingqi's sleeve slowly dropped, and her struggling legs gradually became motionless.

A few days later, at the General's Mansion.

Mu Qingyu strode into Shaoguang Courtyard and hurried to the inner room.

At that time, Mu Luan had been waiting for him for a long time, and when he saw his second brother, he immediately stood up and went to greet him.

"how?"

Mu Qingyu held a stack of letter papers in his hand and slammed them on the table, angrily saying: "You don't know until you check, this Zuo Cheng is really not a good person."

Mu Luan picked up the letter that he had placed on the table and began to look through it.

Mu Qingyu pointed at the things written on the paper and said, "This person is extremely sinister and cunning. On the surface, he appears to be honest and supports the people, but in reality, he uses interests as bait, manipulates difficult situations, and plots violence from them."

He reached out, pulled out a few sheets of letter paper from the bottom of the pile held by Mu Luan, placed them on top and said, "Look, in recent years, he has enriched himself and sucked a lot of blood from the common people.

In addition, no matter whether it was the construction of temples, cities, or bridges, there were always riots. Strangely, the riots did not last long and were soon quelled. "

Mu Luan pursed her red lips and said, "Most of them were suppressed by money. The people rioted simply because they were not paid and could not survive. Zuo Cheng did not want to make a big deal out of it. He just gave some money to the people who led the riot, or bribed the officers and soldiers who came to suppress the riot, and the matter would naturally pass."