Zongling Biography

Chapter 122
Sijiu's eyes were fixed on the gate, and he watched the corpses being carried out from the gate.
Some were burnt so scorched that they couldn't be recognized, and some were stabbed into the heart and died.

The dumb girl clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, trembling all over.Tears and rain mixed together, dripping silently.

After the last four corpses came out, they were placed on the other side, Mr. Ji, Qing Yuan, Ji Heng, the charred one should be Zhuhua.

Everyone's corpses were still intact, only Ji Heng's corpse had been slashed hundreds of times, and the knives were exposed.

Seeing that Sijiu was still motionless, the dumb girl asked tentatively, "Miss?"

She thought that Sijiu was frightened and stupid, but she didn't know that it was from this moment that Sijiu completely got rid of the stupidity in her heart.

Uncle Hua knelt beside Mr. Ji's body and kept crying, Chunman couldn't stand it anymore, and fell to the ground in fright.

The villagers who came to help looked at the only people left in the Ji family, and didn't know what to say to comfort them.

How macroscopic is it to have hundreds of corpses in front of you?Who did the Ji family offend?

What kind of enmity is it? As for making troubles like this?

It seems that the Ji family is about to change. How can they survive with a young baby? ? ?
At this moment, Ji's family had guests, and a group of people came up with a coffin.

When those people saw the corpses outside Ji's house and Ji Sijiu who had fallen on the ground, they were stunned, neither advancing nor retreating.

He Zhiyue and Mu Yin ran towards the direction of Sijiu, He Zhiyue asked anxiously: "Child, what happened?"

Sijiu still looked ahead, and replied with dull eyes: "Dead, all dead."

He Zhiyue swallowed, and Sijiu turned her head to look at her, "Are you here because of Zong Musui's matter? Grandma passed away in the afternoon, they just left, you are late."

Sijiu's voice was almost so hoarse that he couldn't make a loud voice, and several of them were drenched in the rain all the time.

He Zhiyue's legs went limp and he almost fell down, but Mu Yin quickly caught her.

Then a big thunder struck again, and the person in the coffin sat up suddenly
The villagers and the people brought by the Zong family shouted, "Ghost!!!Ghost!!!"

Everyone looked at Zong Musui who was sitting up in the coffin, except Sijiu.

The life and death of others has nothing to do with her.

Zong Musui jumped out of the coffin sideways. Although his body was still wounded, his expression was as if nothing had happened.

He Zhiyue guessed in her heart that the old lady must be alive, she promised to help Mu Sui!
Her son had already passed away in the afternoon, how could the coffin that was bought temporarily come here? ? ?

Mu Yin was a little scared, and asked in a trembling voice: "Mother, this...brother this."

Zong Musui was dressed in black and walked nimbly in front of Sijiu. His hair was wet and stuck to his forehead, and his pale face was icy cold.

"Jiu'er, I'm back."

Sijiu froze for a moment, she was very familiar with the sound of Jiu'er, but she didn't remember who called herself that.

She sneered, and said mockingly: "We haven't gotten to know this well yet, besides, there is a death at home, since you are already well, please go back! There is no place to entertain you at home like this."

He Zhiyue pulled Zong Musui's arm excitedly and asked, "Son! Are you alright???"

Zong Musui nodded, and said to He Zhiyue: "I met Grandma Ji, she brought me back."

(End of this chapter)