deadly mantra

Chapter 550 What’s more cruel than lies is the truth

Cang Lie nodded slowly and heavily, hesitated again and again, and finally expressed his concerns:

"Zheng Hongyan is a determined person, but sometimes the truth is hundreds of times crueler than lies. I'm worried that he won't be able to bear it."

Ji Fanyin smiled lightly and said:
"If I intervene now, I'll lose some of the fun."

There was no surprise. Cang Lie seemed to know that she would say this. He pondered for a moment and asked:

"Then what should I do next?"

A trace of pity appeared in Ji Fanyin's eyes, and she said slowly:

"I sent people to protect Zheng Hongyan before because I didn't want anyone to disturb him. Now, we are only one step away from the truth. If we protect him so impregnably, how can Ji Qianying find an opportunity to kill and silence him."

Cang Lie's pupils narrowed and he immediately replied:
"I understand."

Cang Lie turned and left.

Ji Fanyin returned to the house and lay down on the bed. She tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep, so she simply got up from the bed again.

After hesitating in the courtyard for a while, remembering Cang Lie's words and feeling uneasy after all, Ji Fanyin walked to the corner, broke off a branch of Pearl Plum, and walked out of Qingyi Garden.

at dawn.

Inside the wine shop, it was extremely quiet.

The windows of the room facing the street on the second floor are wide open. Standing there, you can just see the extremely prominent Ji Mansion.

Zheng Hongyan stood there quietly, motionless as if frozen.

On the seat behind him were two large jars of strong liquor.

On the most difficult night, reason and sobriety actually became a means of self-torture. He did not choose to escape reality with a hangover.

After a while, Zheng Hongyan's body swayed. He stood for too long, his legs and feet became numb, and he almost fell down.

He walked over, calmly uncorked the wine one by one, and threw it to the ground.

Then, he picked up a jar, filled the wine jug, picked up the wine jug again, and sprinkled some on all over his body, making it smell of wine.

If you look carefully, it is not difficult to find that his fingers are trembling, his breathing is a little unsteady, and he is very quiet and strange.

After a while, the room was filled with a strong smell of alcohol.Zheng Hongyan picked up the wine jar and suddenly raised his head and drank it down. The wine he had no time to swallow flowed down the corners of his mouth and cheeks and into his clothes.

The next moment, he smashed the wine jar into pieces, making a loud noise.

Wine and jar fragments flew everywhere. Zheng Hongyan fell to the ground. His arm was accidentally scratched by sharp fragments. He seemed not to feel any pain and slowly closed his eyes.

About a quarter of an hour later, a figure quickly entered the room.

"Master Zheng? Master Zheng, are you drunk?" The man shook Zheng Hongyan very vigilantly: "Master Zheng, you will catch a cold when you lie on the ground. I will help you up. Master Zheng? Master Zheng?"

After shouting a few more times but getting no response, and with the choking smell of alcohol filling the room, the man finally let down his guard, took out a pill from his arms, opened Zheng Hongyan's mouth forcefully, and stuffed the pill in.

As if he was worried that he would spit it out, the man fed it in, immediately covered Zheng Hongyan's mouth, and waited patiently. He didn't let go until his palm touched the warm touch.

In an instant, a stream of bright red blood flowed out from Zheng Hongyan's mouth and nose.

Having completed his task, the man quietly left the room.

Half an hour later, the waiter of the wine shop pushed open the door and went in. After a while, the waiter rushed out with a pale face and yelled. He stumbled downstairs and shouted:

"Shopkeeper... No, it's not good! He's dead! He's dead!!!"

The shopkeeper's face changed drastically and he immediately sent someone to report it to the official.

Soon Huang Leiming led a group of people into the wine shop in a panic.

At the corner of the street, a carriage was parked.

Ji Qianying sat inside, with a cold smile on her lips, as if talking to herself, and said:
"That's what my father meant."

"You are the husband he chose for me. My father still likes you very much..."

"You insist on coming back..."

"You are an outsider, why do you do this..."

"...After all these years, you have not given up on your sister. My sister is so kind, and she doesn't want to see anything happen to the Ji Mansion. Nothing can happen to the Ji Mansion, so you go and accompany her..."

(End of this chapter)