The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 276 They are all formidable killing gods.

Madam Song never expected that her series of misfortunes would be brought about by her childhood friend. She thought that meeting her childhood friend was a matter of fate, but she never expected it to be the beginning of disaster. She regretted it. If she hadn't accepted that Guanyin embroidery, would she have avoided this jinx?
Luo Chan is unfortunate. She was born into a wealthy family, but after her father became addicted to gambling, she was reduced to dirt. She was sold, subjected to domestic violence, and lost her child. She suffered terribly, but she did not bring any of this upon herself. Why did she have to suffer like this?

"The greatest malice in human nature is the inability to bear seeing others do well, especially when someone you once looked down upon becomes someone you look up to and envy. This malice grows stronger with the envy and eventually becomes uncontrollable." Lang Jiuchuan said calmly, "Her thoughts are easy to guess: 'If I'm in hell, you'll come down and keep me company.'"

Madam Song trembled all over, recalling the past days and Luo Chan's every move. After the troubles started in the family, she pretended to comfort herself, but once, she clearly saw the corners of her mouth slightly raised, as if she were smiling.

But she didn't pay attention, thinking that she might be too tired from taking care of the two elderly people and her eyes were blurry. Later, her parents-in-law left, and she came again. The look in her eyes when she looked at Die'er was both sad and pitying, which was extremely strange.

When Die'er fell ill, she bought some Ganoderma lucidum, personally brewed a soup for her, and fed it to her like a loving mother. The soup, the meat...

Wow.

Madam Song collapsed onto the floor by the bed, vomiting violently. She hadn't eaten much, so she couldn't vomit anything. She then stuck two fingers down her throat and kept vomiting bile.

She vomited and frantically pounded the ground, venting her anger, until her hand was a bloody mess.

What kind of mother is she? She didn't even notice that a wolf had appeared beside her, glaring menacingly at her daughter.

Luo Chan, Luo Chan, ahhhhh!

Madam Song's resentment soared to the heavens. She raised her head and howled, hating Luo Chan, and hating herself even more.

Blood tears welled up in her eyes, which horrified Fu Qi. He then looked at Lang Jiuchuan. Wasn't he going to stop her this time?
Lang Jiuchuan didn't stop her. She needed to vent her anger. If she kept it inside, she wouldn't be able to live. She would only torture herself day after day with self-blame and eventually become a complete madwoman.

She still has to raise her daughter!
Lang Jiuchuan then looked at Zhao Xin, who was stunned by Song Niangzi's resentment, and asked, "Who is that sorcerer, and where is he now?"

"It's in the ancestral temple of the Marquis of Zhenbei's mansion." Zhao Xin was terrified. He wanted to get to the Yellow Springs as quickly as possible, so he didn't hide anything he knew. He said, "Isn't the Marquis's mansion a military family? They built a temple, which is like a family temple. They employ a group of Taoist priests who usually help with the sacrifices, give out New Year's charms, and guard the sacrificial fields. The entire Marquis's mansion, including the servants, only invites the Taoist priests from the temple to perform rituals for any funerals. I heard that when wounded soldiers died, it was their temple that handled the funerals."

Wealthy families often built ancestral temples or nunneries for worship purposes, or as a way to punish those who made mistakes by sending them to the ancestral temple to become nuns.

The Marquis of Zhenbei's family was large and powerful, and he was also a military general guarding the northern frontier. Building a temple would be convenient for him to carry out his duties.

But did the Marquis of Zhenbei's mansion know that their temple was hiding an evil Taoist priest?

"Is that the shaman the abbot?"

"No, it wasn't. It was a female Taoist priest, who looked only twelve or thirteen years old, but she was incredibly vicious." Zhao Xin shuddered again as he recalled the female Taoist priest known as the Spirit Witch at the temple.

That little girl, despite her innocent and adorable smile, is actually a walking poison, making her impossible to guard against. When she cuts out his heart, she doesn't even blink, and then turns her into meatballs to be added to soup by that wicked woman for the little girl to drink.

Poisonous, so insidious! Young girls these days are all ruthless. That sorcerer is one, and this killing god in front of him is another. He can't afford to mess with her. He'd better hurry to the underworld!
Spirit witch.

Lang Jiuchuan repeated the name to himself, finding it extremely interesting. It wasn't unusual for the Zhenbei Marquis's residence to build a temple, but it was quite intriguing that they had a female Taoist priest who knew how to use Gu poison.

Gu poison is more difficult to defend against and cure than regular poison. It is also difficult for people to detect. Some Gu poisons can kill a person without them even knowing what disease caused the death.

Why is the Marquis of Zhenbei keeping such a person around?
"That's all I know. Can you send me away now?" Zhao Xin said hesitantly. "I didn't kill anyone else, just that crazy woman. That's avenging for the mother and daughter, right? I won't hold it against them for eating my flesh."

“They were forced into it,” Fu Qi said coldly.

Zhao Xinyi was a coward. In his life, he was a coward. After death, he thought for a long time before killing someone and even devouring her soul when she was a new ghost, becoming an evil ghost. He thought he could become a ghost king and dominate the ghost world, but he didn't expect to fail before encountering this ghost and person in front of him.

They are all formidable killing gods!
Lang Jiuchuan asked a few more questions, but when she couldn't get any more information, she summoned a ghost messenger to take Zhao Xin away. As the ghost messenger was leaving, she remembered something and said in a sinister tone, "Give my regards to Judge Cui. Tell him that I miss him and hope to see him again."

Gui Cha: "!"

Why does this greeting also carry a hint of murderous intent?

He quickly ran away with Zhao Xin, and when he returned to the underworld and spread the word, Judge Cui was horrified. It was impossible; he wouldn't go to the mortal world if it wasn't good for him.

Lang Jiuchuan had already arrived at the bedside. He lifted Song Yuedie's hand, snapped it back into place with two quick movements, and then, glancing out of the corner of his eye, saw Song Yuedie getting up and walking towards the door in a daze. He asked, "Where are you going?"

Without turning around, Madam Song said, "I'll kill her, I'll kill her!"

"She's already dead," Lang Jiuchuan said. "Even her soul is gone. Where are you going to kill her?"

Madam Song trembled, turned her head, her eyes still bloodshot, and roared, "Why? Why did she die so easily? I had no grudge against her, just because I'm doing well, she harmed me like this? How cruel she is! She can't die so easily, she has to leave it to me, it has to be me..."

Seeing her distraught and delirious state, Lang Jiuchuan said coldly, "Then go and have your bones crushed and ashes scattered later."

The dead are respected, but that doesn't apply to her. What matters is giving the living the courage to live on. If Madam Song wants to live, she should do it according to her own will to vent her anger.

Madam Song paused, staring blankly at her: "Crushed to ashes?"

“That’s right!” Lang Jiuchuan nodded: “The fate of an unknown servant after death is to be thrown into a mass grave. The ghost that’s been haunting you has also confirmed that the man accepted the money from the Marquis’s mansion for burial and dragged her to the mass grave. If you want to kill her, you can only grind her bones to ashes.”

(End of this chapter)