Chapter 2 She's Going to Be Kneeled
Ye Shuhua and Jiang Wan were stunned.
Because Jiang Ci had a low IQ and had never spoken clearly since he was a child, he had never uttered a complete sentence, let alone such advanced vocabulary.
"What the hell is wrong with you, little girl!"
Ye Shuhua yelled in exasperation. At this moment, she didn't care about why this idiot suddenly changed into a different person. She just wanted to save her eyes.
"Take me to the hospital!"
Jiang Ci slowly stretched out his blood-stained hand and stopped in front of Ye Shuhua.
Ye Shuhua didn't understand what he meant.
Who knows what will happen in the next second.
A slap with great force came hard on her face.
Ye Shuhua was blown away.
Under the stunned gaze of the crowd, it fell heavily into a pile of sharp glass shards.
"ah!!!"
The shrill screams like a pig being slaughtered once again echoed throughout the Jiang residence.
The atmosphere at the scene was strange and solemn, and no one dared to say a word.
You can hear a pin drop.
Everyone looked at Jiang Ci as if they were looking at a devil!
Some celebrities were even so scared that they stood back and covered their eyes, fearing that they would be the next to have their eyes exploded.
It was not until Ye Shuhua fainted after struggling in pain for a few seconds that someone came to their senses and shouted.
"Fuck, that idiot killed someone!"
"Call the police!"
"Call 120! Save my mom first!"
Jiang Wan, holding the hem of her expensive evening gown, trotted over and picked up Ye Shuhua. Her back was covered with broken glass, some of which had penetrated deeply into her flesh, making her look like a hedgehog with thorns, which was terrifying.
A good birthday party was ruined by Jiang Ci...
Jiang Wan glanced at Jiang Ci obscurely.
Amidst everyone's panic, the injured Ye Shuhua was finally sent to the ambulance.
No one noticed that Jiang Ci, who was also seriously injured, was ignored at the door, and even the servants walked around her.
Everyone left in a crowd, and she was the only one left.
Jiang Ci stretched slowly, adjusting to this new body and sorting out the memories of the original owner.
This was the first time she encountered such a miserable person after she came back to life.
The owner of this body has the same name and surname as her. He was born without a soul and is an idiot.
The birth of such a child is destined to be a tragedy.
He was born without being recognized by his parents, was abused for eighteen years, never felt the love of his family, and was sent to a hospital by his own mother. It can be said that he was a very miserable little person.
The poor little thing is dead.
And she is Jiang Ci, an evil ghost from the depths of hell.
She, Jiang Ci, was once a world-famous celestial master who protected the country. However, because she cut off the destiny of the country, she was thrown into the hell of endless suffering and could never be reincarnated.
Alas, it turned out that hell couldn't hold her at all.
This time she returned to the world of the living, she had two purposes: to collect merits and to find someone.
As Jiang Ci was thinking, the pain on his face became more and more intense, so he had to turn around and look for the medicine box.
After all, the bloody face with glass all over it really doesn't look very good.
The Jiang family is considered one of the top 20 middle-class wealthy families in Jiangbei. Their villas are mainly in European style, and are filled with a gorgeous, exquisite, and magnificent atmosphere.
There is only one place that looks out of place and is out of place with the luxury here.
Jiang Ci stood in the place where the poor little thing once lived: a dilapidated and damp basement with no windows on all sides. In the corner lay a simple wooden bed, the bedding was so dirty that its original color could no longer be seen.
This place is worse than a doghouse!
I saw a faint ghost figure huddled in the corner, about to collapse.
Her eyes were dark: "You abuse your own daughter like this because you think you are too blessed."
The ghost was the original Jiang Ci.
This poor little girl is the real daughter of the Jiang family, but she lives in a cold and dark cellar, eating the servants' leftovers and living like an unwanted stray dog.
On the contrary, Jiang Wan, the fake rich girl, lived a very comfortable life. She was the center of attention since she was a child and grew up like a princess. Her food, clothing, housing and transportation were better than those of the poor little girl. Even the rag she used to mop the floor in her room was cleaner than the clothes on the poor little girl.
"I know you long for family affection. Go to your next life, where perfect parents are waiting for you. I will get back what they owe you with interest."
Jiang Ci raised his hand, tried to touch some of the blood on his face, and drew a talisman for rebirth with his powerful mental aura.
The pure blood doubles its power and the talisman is completed instantly.
After Jiang Ci sent her into reincarnation, her body felt exhausted as if all the strength had been drained from her.
There is always a medicine box in the cabinet next to it.
Jiang Ci looked at the locked cabinet, thought for half a second, kicked the cabinet door open and took out the medicine box.
There was too much mold in the basement to treat wounds.
She picked up the medicine box and went to the back garden.
There were more glass shards on his face than on his body, and they penetrated deeper.
The largest wound was on the face, about three centimeters long, with the glass embedded in the flesh and almost piercing the mouth.
After being a demon for a long time, you will become numb.
Jiang Ci hadn't felt such pleasurable pain for a long time, but he had no time to enjoy it at the moment.
If the injury is not treated, this body will die from excessive blood loss or wound infection.
Jiang Ci took out medical gloves, disinfectant, gauze, tweezers, sutures, and medicines and started the operation.
She first pulled out the glass shards that were stuck in her face one by one, and then started to remove the deepest one.
As soon as the tweezers touched the glass, the surrounding flesh and blood tissue felt an intense pain.
Jiang Ci had no expression.
He continued to pull the broken glass out with a little force on his hands.
Suddenly, there were faint footsteps behind me.
She looked back and saw a young man standing at the corner, holding a Galan agarwood bracelet and looking at her in surprise.
He was tall and slender, with extremely handsome features on his gloomy and cold face. His bone structure and skin were extremely beautiful. It was no exaggeration to say that in her era, men, women, and children in the surrounding villages would break their backs for him just because of his handsome face.
But to Jiang Ci, no matter how beautiful it was, it was far less valuable than the string of Galan agarwood in his hand.
The scent of agarwood is elegant and pure, and has been regarded as a symbol of status by royal families of all dynasties. The Galan agarwood in his hand has a smooth luster and excellent appearance. It is the best of the best agarwoods. Wearing it daily can cultivate one's character and clear one's mind.
only……
A grown man has such a heavy Yin energy. Wearing a bracelet won't have much effect. At most, it can only prevent low-level Yin objects from getting within three meters of him.
Before Jiang Ci opened his mouth, he spoke first.
"You are very good at finding a place. This place is shady and cool. You won't stink even if you die."
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