The debt repayment life of the full-level metaphysics

Chapter 968
Zhao Xiuyu, who was listening outside the interrogation room, roared and beat her chest when she heard this, feeling angry and regretful.

If only she had known that Zhou Ming had a mistress outside.

If only she hadn't given that painting to Zhou Shutong, her child wouldn't have died tragically.

She kept calling Zhou Shutong's name, shouting, it was her who killed Zhou Shutong, it was all her fault...

The policeman next to her was very sad and tried to comfort her all the time, but with little effect.

When Weng Jingyun heard Xia Fangruo's admission, he continued to ask, how did she know that the painting could harm people, and where did she buy it.

Xia Fangruo's face was ashen, without struggling, she spoke honestly.

She learned about the painting from a website.

is an auction site.

It is said that this painting is very evil, and those who got it, without exception, all died tragically.

Afterwards, his family members all felt that the painting was very evil, so they resold it.

This painting has gone through dozens of masters before and after.

And the fate of all its owners is the same.

None were lucky enough to survive.

When Xia Fangruo first saw this kind of introduction, she thought it was just a gimmick of the auction website.

However, I have to admit that this kind of introduction did attract her.

Somewhat curious, she contacted the management staff of the website, and then contacted the family members of the previous owners to ask if the painting was really that weird.

Everyone said that the painting would indeed kill people, and it was only shown to attract others to look at it, but it was not really intended to be sold.

Now the painting is isolated in a vacuum and placed in a secret warehouse. There are no guards around it, only various mechanical preservation.

It is because they are afraid that the guards will be killed by that painting.

So, it hasn't killed anyone for a long time now.

And Xia Fangruo learned from the widows of those masters that the death conditions of those masters were all the same, as if they were all sucked into mummies.

Xia Fangruo shuddered when she heard that the death they described was exactly the same, but she became more and more sure that the painting had a miraculous effect.

In Xia Fangruo's hometown, there have always been rumors of feudal superstition, and she has always been dubious about such things.

but……

Now the situation is special.

When she thought that Zhou Ming had said that it was impossible for him to divorce Zhao Xiuyu and remarry, she felt unwilling.

Just like what she said before, the reason why she was with Zhou Ming and had children for Zhou Ming was for the property of the Zhou family and the name of Mrs. Zhou.

How is it possible for her to watch her hard work turn into water, and in the end the bamboo basket fetches water in vain?

So, even though she didn't fully believe in the efficacy of the painting, she still gritted her teeth, found an excuse to ask Zhou Ming for a large sum of money, and talked softly with the website administrator to buy the painting at a sky-high price.

Just a few days later, it coincided with Zhao Xiuyu's birthday, so she secretly sent the painting to Zhao Xiuyu's home.

Unexpectedly, the effect of the painting was so fast, it only took two or three days...

Zhou Shutong died.

Zhao Xiuyu, who was outside the interrogation room, yelled loudly when she heard this.

The next second, she turned around suddenly, swung her arms round, and slapped Zhou Ming hard on the face who had been dumbfounded for a long time.

She looked at Zhou Ming with hatred, wishing to vomit a mouthful of blood, gritted her teeth, and squeezed out a sentence: "Divorce! Zhou Ming, I want to divorce you, and I will take all my property away!"

After finishing speaking, Zhao Xiuyu pushed away the policeman who was supporting her, and staggered away.

Zhou Ming seemed to have been beaten stupidly. He didn't respond all the time. He kept standing with his head turned to one side for an unknown amount of time.

(End of this chapter)