Chapter 80: Say it again?
“Wei Rou’s obsession hasn’t subsided, she won’t leave easily.” Jing Wu looked at the fat, big-eared culprit and said with a half-smile.
"Then how can we get rid of her obsession? Should we perform a ritual for her?" Zhang Yang immediately asked.
“No, it means watching the culprit be caught, beheaded, and displayed to the public.” Jingwu looked at the county magistrate beside him and asked, “According to our laws, what is the punishment for those who intentionally commit murder, arson, and destroy evidence?”
Without hesitation, the magistrate said, "Execute him in death and have his body dumped in the street."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Hong struggled even more fiercely, making incessant whimpering noises.
Zhang Yang was startled by these words and was about to plead for his brother when he felt a weight on his right shoulder and a slight breeze brush against his neck.
He frowned, but couldn't resist reaching out to touch it.
Jingwu chanted a spell, reached out and touched his forehead, opening a third eye for him.
The next second, his agonizing scream was heard.
"Aaaaaaah, a ghost!"
Zhang Yang screamed and backed away. He didn't dare to look up at the semi-transparent shadow in front of him, which was soaking wet as if it were immersed in water, dripping water from its body.
That face was a familiar, pretty face, but at this moment, he didn't dare to look at it at all.
It was frighteningly white, with wide-open eyes and a distorted face.
"Why won't you help me?" Wei Rou was blinded by her obsession and walked forward step by step, leaving wet footprints in her wake.
Zhang Yang couldn't help but back away, his whole body trembling: "It wasn't me who hurt you, it wasn't me who hurt you!"
Wei Rou continued to approach step by step, her eyes filled with hatred.
She was about to reach out and pull the person into the well when she was interrupted by a purple spell.
Wei Rou paused, then angrily went to find the person who had interrupted her.
Her eyes darted around before settling on a young girl.
"It's you?"
Jingwu nodded and said, "The magistrate is here; let him plead for justice for your family."
As Wei Rou regained her senses, she recalled the long, raging fire, and her head began to throb with pain.
Her eyes were red and swollen, and she bit her lower lip hard. After she had recovered, she slowly opened her eyes and looked at the person in front of her with despair: "Is it really possible to seek justice?"
Jingwu nodded and winked at the person next to him: "Of course, right, Magistrate?"
Although the magistrate did not know who the master was talking to, upon hearing her ask him this question, he immediately stepped forward and said, "Of course, you can tell me what grievances you have."
Wei Rou nodded and said, "Okay."
Jingwu immediately cast a spell on everyone around him, opening their third eye.
In an instant, Wei Rou appeared before everyone's eyes, startling the magistrate and his yamen runners.
“My name is Wei Rou, and my father is Wei Shu, the former Vice Minister of the Ministry of Rites.”
Upon hearing this, everyone except Jing Wu and Xue Wenhui stared wide-eyed. This girl had such a powerful background?!
The magistrate thought about it carefully and realized that the former Vice Minister of Rites was indeed surnamed Wei, and it seemed that he had indeed been dismissed from office two years ago.
As he thought of this, the ghost in front of him spoke again.
"Two years ago, my father offended someone and was demoted. He took our family to hide in this small village. Not long ago, my eldest brother sent word that the storm had passed and he was preparing to take us back to the capital. Somehow, Zhang Hong found out about this, and that very night, he came to our door to force us into marriage..."
Under a bright moon and sparse stars, in a small, dilapidated wooden house, Zhang Hong stood in front of Wei Shu with a roguish look on his face, holding his son's birth date and time, and flashing a greasy smile.
“Brother Wei, my Qiang’er and your Rou’er are about the same age and look very well-matched. They are a match made in heaven!”
Wei Shu glanced at Zhang Qiang, who was standing to the side, and his lips twitched violently twice.
He was seventeen or eighteen years old, with a carefree, roguish look. His skin was tanned dark, he had triangular eyes and a flat nose, and frankly... he wasn't good-looking at all.
Even setting aside his appearance, this man was utterly uneducated and full of vulgarities. In the two years since I came to this village, I could almost always hear him at the village entrance gossiping about the figures of the village women and girls.
Although their Rou'er wasn't a beauty queen, she had regular features, a pretty face, and a slender figure.
Most importantly, Rou'er has been well-read since childhood and is exceptionally talented. If she were to marry such a scoundrel, it would be better to hang her to save her from future torment.
How could someone like that be worthy of their Rou'er?!
Wei Shu hesitated in his heart, but forced a smile: "My daughter is still young, there's no rush for her marriage. Besides, with your talent, young master, you will surely find someone more suitable than Rou'er."
“Your daughter is already eighteen, is she still young? In a few more years, she’ll be worthless.” Zhang Hong took this polite remark seriously and couldn’t help but raise his chin, looking slightly arrogant: “Eighteen is not young either. It’s only because my Qiang’er likes her that I wouldn’t want her to come into the family.”
Upon hearing this, Wei Shu sneered inwardly: "It's true that the family wanted to keep her for another two years. What a pity about this marriage."
He said it was a pity, but in his heart he was disgusted and wished he could kick the two of them out.
Zhang Hong took all of this seriously and became arrogant.
But he also knew the purpose of his visit, and immediately said, "Oh dear! Even if we can't get married, we can still get engaged first. After all, our Qiang'er just likes her."
Zhang Hong had heard that the eldest son of the Wei family had made a fortune and become successful. If he could marry into such a family, his family would never have to worry about food and drink again.
He couldn't help but think about the days to come, and the more he thought about it, the more hopeful he became.
Wei Shu was genuinely surprised that the person in front of him couldn't understand polite words. His lips twitched, and he spoke more bluntly.
"Let's skip the engagement; we don't plan to arrange a marriage for Rou'er for the time being."
Hearing this, Zhang Hong felt displeased and couldn't help but mutter, "She's already eighteen and still not married. If she doesn't get married soon, she might not even be able to have a son."
"That's right, Wei Rou is so petite, no breasts, no butt, and I don't mind at all. You should just marry her to me as soon as possible." Zhang Qiang thought of that pretty figure and licked his lips lewdly: "What do you say, father-in-law?"
Hearing these disgusting words, Wei Shu couldn't hold back any longer. He stood up abruptly and glared at the two men.
“It is none of your business to judge my Rou’er. She will not marry into your family, not in this lifetime. Please leave, gentlemen.”
Zhang Hong was always the local tyrant in Zhangjia Village, and he was used to being arrogant and domineering. This was the first time he had been humiliated like this, and he was furious.
He stood with his hands on his hips, his face full of malice, and approached the tall, thin man in front of him: "Say that again?"
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