The villain is too beautiful! The hero is in love again

Jiang Wanyi was half dragged, half pulled all the way from the door back to the mourning hall.

Not finding Meng Yanzhi's soul, he felt relieved, but at the same time, he felt that he had been treated so wantonly by the two Meng brothers.

Even a clay figure has a temper!

In a rage, he immediately shook off his grip and shouted loudly.

"I have no idea!"

Meng Hanzhi, who had been on guard against Jiang Wanyi, was pushed away. He seemed to be furious in an instant, and his precarious rationality was about to be out of control.

The rough fingertips pressed directly on the corner of his slightly swollen and broken lips, pressing down hard!

"Don't tell me you made these marks yourself!"

"Could it be that you are so lewd that you would commit suicide in front of your husband's coffin..."

Knowing that what followed was not a good thing, Jiang Wanyi's eyes turned red with anger.

"Get out!"

"What did you say!"

The two of them were so close to each other that Meng Hanzhi's hot breath could hit Jiang Wanyi's face.

Jiang Wanyi trembled with fear all over and twisted his neck to lean back, but even after being scolded, he did not regret it!

What he couldn't stand was the other person's extremely high body temperature, which seemed to be about to evaporate him.

The hand that had been supporting Meng Hanzhi's chest was also burned and painful.

Jiang Wanyi was already in great pain, and then Meng Hanzhi's mouth was full of unbearable words.

He was so angry that he used all his strength to push him away, and at the same time, he slapped Meng Hanzhi in the face with his backhand.

"Pah!"

The crisp sound of slapping seemed to still echo in the empty mourning hall.

Meng Hanzhi's face turned pale, and Jiang Wanyi opened her watery eyes and forced herself to look back.

"There's no one else here! Please respect yourself, big brother!"

After waiting for so long, Meng Hanzhi was finally about to catch the real murderer who killed his brother.

Jiang Wanyi clearly saw it but refused to say anything, which made her eyes uncontrollably red with anger.

"lie!"

"The Meng family married you with three letters of betrothal gifts, and you actually want to protect the thief!"

Meng Hanzhi ignored the pain on his face and pressed his big hand directly on the top of Jiang Wanyi's head.

A slight effort made his legs unable to stand and he knelt heavily in front of the coffin.

Meng Yanzhi's tablet was right in front of Jiang Wanyi.

"Look, this is your husband!"

Jiang Wanyi struggled to get up.

His hands, which were supporting himself on the ground, were grabbed tightly by Meng Hanzhi and twisted behind his back.

He was pushed down directly, and his head hit the ground.

"You grew up in Fireworks Town, so you should know the rules for a deceased wife! If you don't want to live in the mourning hall, that's fine!"

"But as a woman, you should keep yourself clean."

"Now that your husband is dead, you must remember to be a virtuous woman and keep your chastity pure! Now you are helping a thief who dares not show his face to hide it!"

Jiang Wanyi's face was pale, and his arms, which were tied behind his back, were in excruciating pain.

Seeing that she couldn't communicate with Meng Hanzhi, she felt more and more humiliated, and soon tears were streaming down her chin.

He didn't know how to explain it. Should he say that the person who was here just now was Meng Yanzhi's soul?

Will he believe it if I tell him?

I could only shake my head.

"…I don't"

Jiang Wanyi's cold tears fell on the palm of Meng Hanzhi's hand, pinching his chin.

The intense pain caused by the needle piercing his heart instantly brought him back to his senses.

Meng Hanzhi looked at his hands in surprise, as if he didn't know why he had behaved like that just now.

He quickly let go of her hand.

He hurriedly turned his back and looked at the window on the left side of the mourning hall that was blown open by the wind with a puzzled expression.

“It better be this way”

"If I find out that you are not a faithful wife and do something that brings disgrace to the Meng family..."

"You don't want to learn my tricks in person."

Jiang Wanyi fell to the ground, crawling.

The image of the severed tongue flashed through my mind.

A line of clear tears slid down from his lifeless eyes, soaking the black hair on his forehead.

Helplessly hugging her knees with both hands, she couldn't help but curl up tighter.

It seems that this posture can warm up the cold body.

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The strange phenomenon that had disappeared for a few days after Jiang Wanyi entered the Meng Mansion reappeared and has lasted for more than a month.

And this time the phenomenon was even more serious. Strange noises were heard every night, and the people in the entire Meng family were in panic and couldn't sleep at night.

Mrs. Meng was exhausted from dealing with it every night and soon became ill from anger.

Meng Zongheng was extremely anxious, but there was nothing he could do. He could only ask someone to take care of his wife first, and then think of other ways.

But they only lasted a few nights before they became panicked by the increasingly severe visions.

The whole thing has been tinged with weirdness since Han Zhi was born twenty years ago.

I thought that after listening to and doing what Mrs. Qian said, everything would return to normal, but I didn't expect that the soul would counterattack so fiercely!

Meng Zongheng has been in power for countless years. Even the current emperor is afraid of the power in his hands and has to act according to his wishes.

Although he didn't believe in these stories about gods and ghosts, what had happened since Meng Hanzhi was six years old was so strange that he had to believe them.

The more Meng Zongheng thought about it, the more he felt he had no idea where to start, so he had to ask someone to invite Mrs. Qian back again.

"Master Qian, look at what is going on!"

"We have done everything you said before. Can you help me cast a spell to find out what he is dissatisfied with? He must torture the entire Meng family and make them restless!"

Mrs. Qian turned a deaf ear to Mr. Meng's indignant curses.

At this moment, he was squatting on the ground, looking at the blood flowing on the ground. He hooked his finger, picked up a little, and put it close to his nose to smell it.

She couldn't guarantee anything else.

If the Meng family had really strictly followed everything that was said before, this shouldn't have happened.

As she smelled the scent, Mrs. Qian's solemn expression eased a little.

The blood had an unusual smell and did not seem like human blood.

On the contrary, it is a bit like a beast.

Mrs. Qian looked up, and was about to say that it was a man-made disaster, not the work of ghosts.

When she raised her eyes, she met Meng Hanzhi's gaze.

Although he had no expression on his face, he glanced at me with a warning look in his eyes.

That gaze was like an ice-cold sword that instantly pierced through her body, causing a chill to rise in her heart involuntarily.

Mrs. Qian paused as if she was choked.

She is not afraid of ghosts and gods, but she is extremely wary of powerful people!

Otherwise, my senior brother wouldn't have been silenced to prevent the news from leaking out after working for the royal family.

I just tried to summon his soul several times, but I couldn't find it.

Mrs. Qian's eyes dimmed, and she couldn't help but think of the ancestral teachings passed down from generation to generation in the Taoist sect:

In the first thousand years after Hades disappears, the Lethe River will dry up.

The eighteen levels of hell and the various Ksitigarbha Bodhisattvas sank as the Wangchuan River dried up and lost contact one after another.

Without the nourishment of the Wangchuan River, the flowers on the other shore that lead the way to the underworld will not bloom, and new ghosts will not be able to find the entrance to the underworld.

Lost your way...