Chapter 118 Hallucination
Many servants in Tongcai Villa felt that Xue Lang had a good relationship with his brothers, thanks to the fact that they were all good at pretending and often gathered together to do things.
So people who have not been served closely will think so.
But if you pay a little attention, you will find how deep the hypocrisy is.
It’s not so much that Xue Lang is popular, but rather that he has a good status.
To be honest, the one with the best popularity is actually the second young master who always looks cowardly.
After all, we are not stupid and can still tell who is sincere and who is fake.
The eldest son who is not in the village all year round is also good, but they do not live together, so naturally there is no relationship between them.
Xue Lang himself was well aware of this, but he just couldn't make all these people like him. No matter how much he did, it was useless. Only Xue Shiyi, the big fool, would be fooled.
Xue Lang's face darkened for a moment, and he had no idea how to save this place, so he went to help with a normal expression.
But in the eyes of the brothers, the way he took on so much responsibility and the tone of voice did not seem like help at all, but more like ordering them around.
Or he ordered them around under the control of his parents, and it had been like this since he was little...
Even if he knew that he would be the next owner of the manor, shouldn't he at least restrain himself before becoming the young owner?
The brothers secretly sneered in disdain, but it was not easy to argue with him, so they could only endure it silently once again.
In the tomb, Shen Jiao was gasping for breath, exhausted and half dead. She slumped on the ground, with ghostly figures in front of her eyes. The craftsmen were digging inwards, and they were digging outwards. They looked equally tired and miserable.
What was that? Anyway, it was Xue Lang's guards, but for some reason they were dancing and carrying stones, and they were yelling like monkeys.
Are you crazy with hunger?
They seemed to have been here for many days.
Everyone has finished eating the fasting pills.
Had to rely on drinking water to fill their stomachs.
There are still endless stones to move on the road ahead.
Shen Jiao could feel that the looks these people gave her were becoming more and more dangerous, and their hungry eyes were filled with malice.
She might be eaten.
Shen Jiao thought to himself.
She didn't want to sit there and wait for death anymore. Should she run away or take action?
She couldn't use her spiritual power to kill people, unless she could kill the spiritual slave in one go, otherwise it would definitely not work.
Perhaps the smartest way is to escape, run to the underground river and find a place to hide, waiting for them to tire themselves out. It would be best if they could dig through, so she could take advantage of it. If not, Shen Jiao would not lose out either.
It is impossible for these people to use all their manpower to find her. As long as they start fighting each other, the situation will be favorable for her.
If you are lucky, you can even die of fullness.
She decided not to delay any longer and leave before these people made up their minds.
It would be easier to accomplish this task now. If she waited any longer, she might not have the strength.
Shen Jiao stood up, cleared his throat and said, "I'm going to drink some water and go to the bathroom. I'll be back soon."
No one paid any attention to her.
Yu Nu, who had been paying attention to her, seemed to be lost in some beautiful memories. She kept tilting her head with a smile on her face. She looked very kind, which would remind some people of the elderly and loving elders in their family.
Of course, Shen Jiao was not among those people.
Her grandmother was not kind and always disliked her because she was a girl. Her great-grandmother was okay, but she was secretly partial to her.
My grandfather died early, and my grandfather often scolded her as a nephew dog who would leave after eating.
As soon as she leaves, she will be sent back home.
To be honest, his grandchildren are the same. Not only do they leave, but they also take food and other things with them.
He didn't live long. He died when Shen Jiao was probably four or five years old.
At that time, she was not so vicious. Although she was already stealing things, she would still go through his old things when she thought of him occasionally, and cry sadly over those things. She would go home after crying enough. Now when she thinks about it, she doesn't know what she was sad about.
Most likely he's starving.
While no one was paying attention, she quietly walked into the depths of the tomb and hesitated for a moment when she passed by Wei Qian.
Looking at his smug yet slightly conflicted expression, I sighed and said, another one who is going crazy with hunger.
She still remembered the money, but she left in the end.
Money means nothing if you can't live.
She walked very fast, as if in a trance, and was at the riverside, holding high in her hand the extinguished lamp that she had broken off the wall. In front of her was a jade slave who was unaware of the danger and was holding water as if she was feeding someone.
Shen Jiao looked at her hands in confusion, then looked at her head.
She knew what she wanted to do, but she couldn't remember when she decided to do it.
The chattering noise in my ears became more and more frequent.
Shen Jiao couldn't help but listen carefully, wanting to hear clearly what people were saying...
Yu Nu also turned around at this time, and was startled when she saw her. She shouted sternly: "It's you! What do you want to do?"
Shen Jiao suddenly came back to his senses and looked at her fiercely, the lamp in his hand passing through the air.
And then what happened?
She doesn't remember.
Where have all the people gone?
She looked around blankly, only to see Wei Qian lying on the ground, oblivious to his fate. Even Feng Sha'e had vanished. Only she was still standing in the stone path, facing the exit blocked by rocks.
There was a raised stone on one side, and under the stone were ashes left after burning clothes.
Baking a Stone? Why Baking a Stone?
It's crazy.
A gray squirrel spirit that had finally gotten in was getting a little impatient. It said in a low, angry voice, "I'm asking you a question. Did you see anyone else?"
Shen Jiao shook her head: "I don't know."
"Alright," it trembled with fear, not wanting to go deeper to check. It just instructed, "Then you two stand back a little and find a solid place. We're going to blow up the mountain."
"Okay, I understand." Shen Jiao heard himself say this calmly.
The gray mouse shrank from a little child into a fluffy, round mouse and crawled out again.
She walked towards Wei Qian, feeling sore and tired all over, and dragged him inside.
He found a coffin, hid inside, and fell into a deep sleep.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw Xue Shun's anxious and haggard face.
He was almost crying.
"Shen Jiao, wake up, Shen Jiao, don't sleep anymore, Shen Jiao, Shen Jiao..."
He is as noisy as the mountains, rivers, and trees.
"Sir..." Shen Jiao, lying in Xue Shun's arms, suddenly hugged his neck and cried, "I thought I would never see you again."
Xue Shun's tears also fell, and he patted her back and said, "It's okay, it's okay, nothing will happen again."
He wanted to comfort Shen Jiao in a mature and steady manner, but he couldn't help but say, "How could you sleep so well? You were like dead. You scared me to death."
The sound of the master and servant hugging each other and crying woke Wei Qian. He asked, "Hey? Where is this?"
He felt that the sky was unfamiliar.
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