Escaping the Famine with 9 Deaths and 1 Life, I Have a System, My Heart Isn't Panicked

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Tang Youyou opened her eyes and found herself an ancient, timid widow. Having been single for over 30 years, she inexplicably skipped marriage and chil...

Chapter 126: Mr. Zhao's tragic death

Just as they finished eating the noodles, a tragic howl resounded through the sky.

"Someone's dead..." A servant crawled out of the warehouse.

Everyone ran to check following the sound, and among them were naturally the cook and the housekeeper.

The two of them had a pleasant conversation and found that each other's personalities and temperaments were quite compatible.

"What's going on?" the housekeeper asked anxiously.

The servant, as if grasping a lifeline, pointed to the warehouse and said, "The... the master... is dead!"

"What?" The butler was a little incredulous. He let go of him and ran to check it out impatiently.

A group of people followed behind him.

He shouted angrily: "This is the master's private vault, you can't go in!"

Everyone could only wait outside, feeling extremely nervous.

The housekeeper walked into the storeroom cautiously with an oil lamp in hand and found that Mr. Zhao had died with blood coming out of all seven orifices in a miserable state.

He stumbled and fell to the ground. He caught a glimpse of the two silver ingots out of the corner of his eye. He took out the handkerchief he had prepared long ago and carefully wrapped the two silver ingots.

He looked behind him and saw no one coming in. He opened another box and took out some silver ingots. Suddenly he remembered his indenture and pretended to kneel on the ground.

Shouting: "Master, Master, please don't scare me, wake up... woo woo woo"

Crying with joy!

Then everyone came in with fear and saw the miserable state of Mr. Zhao. Some people fainted, some collapsed on the ground, and some looked at the white silver with greed in their eyes.

The butler clutched his chest, looking distraught. "Just hold on here. I'll go inform the young lady!"

No one thought much about it. Now that the government office had been locked, it was reasonable to notify the eldest lady.

He paused slightly and gave everyone a meaningful look. "I don't know if the master has recorded the details of the silver here. Don't have any crooked thoughts!"

After saying this, he turned and left, but winked at the cook when he passed by. The latter understood and slowly backed out.

The two of them walked all the way to the master's bedroom.

The cook was a little worried, "What on earth are you going to do?"

"Don't you want to be free from slavery?"

The cook was in a trance for a moment while holding the oil lamp. She had been here for eight years and was already twenty-five years old. She had long been accustomed to accepting everything.

"Are you stupid? Lift it up a little!"

The housekeeper was familiar with the place and found the indentures in a small secret compartment under the bed. These belonged to everyone in the mansion, but he couldn't control others, so the less he knew about this matter, the better.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I found the indentures of the two people.

"If the young lady asks, just say I asked for it!"

The cook was stunned for a moment, her eyes full of disbelief. She was no longer a young girl, so she naturally understood what it meant.

"Thank you, if you don't despise me, I'm willing to live with you!"

The butler grinned, never expecting such an unexpected surprise.

"Go to the warehouse and guard it later. Remember, don't take anything!"

After saying this, he left in a hurry.

He found an empty alley, buried the two silver ingots under a big willow tree, and then ran in the opposite direction.

County Magistrate Tong and his wife had already fallen asleep, but the knocking on the door disturbed them greatly.

"Master, Madam, something terrible has happened! My father-in-law has died suddenly!"

Tong County Magistrate shouted angrily: "If you have anything to say, we can talk about it tomorrow!"

The wife also complained in a low voice: "Dad is really something. He is always like this. What does he want to do? It's so annoying!" She fell asleep hugging her husband.

The next morning, Huanghua Lane where Mr. Zhao lived was bustling with people.

"Tsk tsk... This rich and unkind guy deserves to die!"

"That's right, God has opened His eyes!"

"Hey...did you hear? They say he died in his own warehouse!"

"Tsk tsk... Maybe he was scared to death by a ghost?"

"Yesterday morning I heard his servants talking about female ghosts and little ghosts. They sounded so evil!"

"You mean this Xu Mansion is haunted?"

"Who knows?"

Everyone was talking about it, some were applauding, some were confused, and some wanted to go in and find out.

"Your Excellency, he died of arsenic!" The coroner bowed to County Magistrate Tong.

Zhao Xiaoyan pointed at everyone and shouted, "Search everyone, search the room!"

The butler was not worried because he had transferred all the silver outside last night.

"Miss, please accept my condolences!" He handed her a cup of tea.

Zhao Xiaoyan complained, "Why didn't you notify us twice last night? What were you thinking?"

The housekeeper originally felt guilty for killing someone, but at this moment, that trace of guilt disappeared, and he said in a calm and composed voice, "Miss, I waited for you for an entire hour last night!"

"Bang!" The other person threw the teacup to the ground and roared, "How dare you contradict me? I think you don't want to live anymore! Do you really think you're a big shot? You're just a dog raised by my Zhao family!"

County Magistrate Tong frowned slightly, thinking that his wife was temporarily unable to accept the sudden death of her father-in-law, which was why she was furious, but he did not scold her.

"Why are you so bruised and battered?"

The butler bowed slightly and said, "It was the master who beat me!"

Zhao Xiaoyan couldn't help but stepped forward and slapped him.

The loud slapping sound made people shudder.

Everyone knelt on the ground, lowered their heads, and felt a little sympathy for the housekeeper in their hearts.

"Tell me... did you kill my father out of hatred?"

The housekeeper knelt on the ground, crying without saying a word.

But I laughed in my heart: What? You guessed right, but you don't have any evidence!

Erniu, who was standing by, couldn't help but say, "I heard the housekeeper was beaten up because he was sent to Xiangyang Village to catch ghosts and failed!"

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