Qin Yune had just been wondering why there was such a small lightning bolt above his head, thinking it was meant to cause him harm.
The result was to allow Liu, the widower, to experience the horror of the Meng Po soup while he was still conscious. This repeated psychological pressure caused his mental collapse to be even more unbearable than the physical pain.
Qin Yune suddenly remembered that when she came in, could it be that Liu the widower had only recently regained consciousness?
Not long after, she was forced to drink another cup of Meng Po soup...
If that's the case, Qin Yune suddenly understood why Liu the widower couldn't hold on for so long.
He got dizzy from drinking it, and then was immediately woken up by an electric shock.
This process repeated itself, over and over again.
No one could hold out for long in that situation.
Sure enough, Liu the widower woke up soon after being stimulated by the lightning.
The first thing Liu the widower did upon regaining consciousness was to repeatedly apologize to Meng Po, saying, "Meng Po, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong."
He watched as Meng Po and all the ghosts tried their best to back away, but it didn't help much. His body had just been struck by lightning and hadn't recovered yet. Even though he tried very hard to hide, his body just wouldn't cooperate.
Looking at the fear in Liu the widower's eyes towards Meng Po, Qin Yune suddenly understood why the ghost at the table, who hadn't suffered any of this, was also quite frightened.
I watched with my own eyes as the ghost who was just chatting happily with me was tortured like this.
Anyone would go crazy in this situation.
Qin Yunie looked at Meng Po's radiant smile with a complicated expression. He never expected that Meng Po had this side to her.
She suddenly remembered what Meng Po had said before she left.
It's no joke that the person who hasn't recovered from the last one yet...
Her excitement at that time stemmed from the fact that she finally had something to play with.
only……
Qin Yune looked at Liu the widower on the ground, who cowered at the sight of Meng Po approaching. She didn't feel much sympathy for him; instead, she was worried that if something really happened to him, it would implicate Meng Po and cause her to be punished.
After all, Meng Po was trying to help her, and Qin Yune would feel very guilty if Meng Po were punished for it.
Thinking of this, Qin Yune quickly stepped forward and pulled Meng Po aside, looking at Liu the widower on the ground and asking, "Sister Meng, will this have any impact on you?"
Meng Po was momentarily bewildered by Qin Yune's question, but quickly realized the meaning behind it—Qin Yune was worried about her.
So she smiled and replied, "Oh? No, I already informed them."
Qin Yune breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this. It was good that he had reported it, as long as it wouldn't implicate Meng Po.
Meanwhile, the old man who followed Qin Yune into the room saw Liu the widower's miserable state and felt no sympathy at all. Instead, he felt a sense of satisfaction at having avenged his great grudge.
He looked at Liu the Widow with glee, his face contorted with a complex expression. "Liu Qiao, you've finally met your match! Hahaha..."
When Liu the widower saw him, he immediately understood everything. He wondered why Meng Po would come to pick a fight with him. It turned out that it was all because of him!
Liu, the widower, sat up halfway on the ground, pointing at him furiously and shouting, "So it was you!"
"Yes, it was me! You beat my daughter so badly that there wasn't a single good spot on her body! Because of you, she's now terrified even of seeing a shadow and it takes her ages to recover!"
Liu, the widower, said angrily, "She's my wife. How I treat her is our family matter!"
When the old man heard that his daughter was Liu Qiao's wife, his pale face contorted with rage. "Wife my foot! Did I agree to that?"
Liu, the widower, said defiantly, "She is my wife! We have a marriage certificate. You accepted my betrothal gifts, so she is my wife, Liu Qiao's wife! What's wrong with me beating my own wife!"
The old man stared in shock, thinking it was another false accusation, and was furious. "When did we accept your betrothal gifts?"
Liu the widower chuckled inexplicably, "You didn't accept it, but that doesn't mean your son didn't! I did give a dowry of ten thousand yuan!"
He spoke with absolute confidence, and it was precisely this attitude that made the old man murmur in disbelief, "How...how is this possible..."
Liu the widower sneered sarcastically, "Impossible? How is it impossible? Ask him if he received ten thousand yuan."
He was somewhat dazed, still unwilling to believe that his son would sell his own sister for ten thousand yuan.
Although the second son is somewhat fond of money, he would never take his sister's money like this.
He suddenly stepped forward, bent down, grabbed Liu the widower by the collar, and shouted angrily, "How exactly did you get him to accept the betrothal gifts?! Explain yourself!"
Liu the widower slapped his hand away, "Why should I tell you? You just need to remember that my relationship with your daughter is a marriage certificate, we've already exchanged betrothal gifts!"
He then staggered to his feet.
"Oh right." Widow Liu quickly took out the marriage certificate to show Meng Po. "Meng Po, we have a marriage certificate. This is a family matter! If you are doing this because of her, I will not accept it!"
Meng Po had witnessed everything that had just happened. She glanced at the document, then flames erupted in her right hand, burning the marriage certificate to ashes. She asked calmly, "Marriage certificate? What marriage certificate? Do you have a problem with my punishment?"
Qin Yune watched in astonishment as Meng Po burned the marriage certificate, then a smile appeared on his face. Not bad, this way of doing things is very much like Meng Po.
The old man was still reeling from the fact that his daughter's remains had been sold by his son for a dowry of ten thousand yuan, and he didn't even notice what had happened.
Liu, the widower, was completely bewildered as Meng Po burned his marriage certificate.
His marriage certificate was so big!
There wasn't even a speck of cigarette ash left!
Liu the widower shouted angrily, "I'm going to sue you!"
Meng Po toyed with her slender fingertips, glanced at him casually, and asked, "Oh? Tell me what?"
Liu, the widower, was startled by this glance. Thinking of everything that had just happened, his heart pounded. He wanted to speak but was afraid of Meng Po and dared not.
After a long pause, he managed to squeeze out a sentence, "I'm suing you... for burning my marriage certificate."
Meng Po's beautiful eyes were filled with doubt. "Who saw it?"
She looked at Qin Yunie, who quickly shook her head and said, "I came in late and didn't see anything."
Meng Po looked at the old man again, "You saw it?"
The old man was somewhat surprised when he heard that the marriage certificate had been burned, but when Meng Po asked him, he immediately came to his senses and hurriedly shook his head, "No, I have presbyopia and my eyesight is not very good, so I can't see clearly."
Meng Po looked at the ghost by the table again, "Or did you see it?"
The ghost shook his head frantically, terrified that if he hesitated even a second longer, Meng Po would treat him like she had treated Liu the widower. "No, I didn't see anything!"
Meng Po shrugged, seemingly helpless, and said, "Look, they didn't see anything."
Liu, the widower, gritted his teeth, daring not to speak out in anger.
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