How could Zheng Fu let the old man hit him? He quickly jumped away and cried out, "How would I know this? Didn't Zheng Yuan's people dig it out?
Could it be that he wants to harm me? Dad, you have to take charge of this for me. Zheng Fu was very calm because he had a trump card. If he hadn't been forced to do it, he wouldn't have admitted to such a thing. What could Zheng Yuan do to him?
"Well, he's really the bastard that my mother raised. He's the thief crying thief. Fu'er never knew there was anything in the flower bed, so how come Zheng Yuan dug out these weird things as soon as he arrived.
Zheng Yuan, you are very kind. In order to avenge your brother, you even did not let go of your son who had been dead for many years.
Look at the scale of his chess game! Didn't he set the trap ten years ago, right when Zheng Yang died? Just so he could bite Fu Er one day. Such a cruel and ruthless person, Zheng Kun, look at the good son you raised!
You wanted to divide your family property with him, but he wanted to kill your eldest son and swallow up the entire Zheng family. Why don't you give it to him? Give all your property to a bastard and see if the world will laugh at you. "
If there is Old Master Zheng, then there must be Old Madam Zheng, an old lady in her seventies with a head full of silver hair. Who would have thought that she would be unreasonable and have no manners when she spoke? If she were in the village, I guess she would curse out all the dirty parts of people.
Old Master Zheng was so angry. It was because of this narrow-minded and unreasonable woman that his home was in such a mess. She didn't look gentle and virtuous like a mistress of the house at all.
If he hadn't slept with her for some inexplicable reason, he wouldn't have married such a woman. His original fiancée was actually Zheng Yuan's mother, but her family fell into poverty and she voluntarily broke off the engagement. Later, forced to make a living, she became his concubine...
Of course, now is not the time to pursue these things, but to find out the whole story. "Shut up! If you keep nagging, I'll divorce you."
"Divorce me, divorce me! I'm already in my seventies and eighties, and you dare to divorce me? My family doesn't agree! The Zheng family belongs to my son, and I'm going to kick you out. After all, it's you and your little bastard who did this heinous thing. The government will kick you out instead of me and you."
The old lady's family had the support of the county magistrate, and their business was growing bigger and bigger, even more prosperous than the Zheng family, so she was very tough and gradually stopped taking Old Master Zheng seriously.
Old Master Zheng's face turned ashen. It was because of this old woman's arrogance and domineering behavior that he sent Zheng Yuan and his mother out of the house. It turned out that his approach was right.
But he didn't expect that they would still harm Zheng Yang, his smartest grandson. How hateful.
Yes, the old man had long believed in his heart that Zheng Yang was killed by someone from the main wife, but he had no evidence and could not do anything to the old woman.
Moreover, the Qian family is at its peak, and its financial resources and power are stronger than the Zheng family, so it is indeed not easy to mess with them.
It's just strange. The Qian family was originally just a poor oil seller, but for some reason they suddenly became rich a few years ago and even made friends with the county magistrate's concubine...
Old Master Zheng pointed at the old woman and was so angry that he couldn't utter a complete sentence, but this also made him more determined in his heart that the family business must be handed over to Zheng Yuan, otherwise all the troubles of the Zheng family might become the property of the Qian family.
The Zheng family was in chaos over there, but Feng Ling was not affected at all. She put on a mask and gloves and sewed up Zheng Yang's body parts one by one.
Then he began to cast spells to dispel evil spirits. Gradually, the soul-calming nails that were nailed to various parts of the body flew out one by one, and were fixed in the air as if they were magnetized.
"Wu Gong, continue." Feng Ling said, pointing at the long needles suspended in the air.
Ordinary people cannot touch these things casually. Only she and Wugong, who are professional practitioners who deal with Yin energy, can touch them.
However, Wu Gong was very jealous of Feng Ling's transparent gloves. "Do you still have this pair of gloves? Can you give me a pair?" Who would be willing to touch these things of the dead? They would have to wash their hands with holy water after returning.
Feng Ling is really amazing. She actually invented something as convenient and practical as gloves. They are elastic, waterproof, thin and feel good without affecting the flexibility of the fingers. They also prevent people from directly touching dirty things.
So professional! This is an orthodox monk, with a keen eye for detail.
Feng Ling's mouth twitched. It's true, rubber gloves are just as precious to her nowadays. She put a box of them in the space when she was in modern times, and they were gone after she used them up.
But Wu Gong is her helper, so she can't refuse him. "I can give you a pair. After you use them, you can take them back and wash them in salt water and they can be reused.
But your hands are already dirty, isn't it a bit of a waste to protect them now?" Feng Ling took out gloves and handed them to Wu Gong while drawing the evil-removing talisman with cinnabar.
Seeing how warm he was holding the gollum head with his bare hands, I thought he didn't mind at all.
Wu Gong was smiling from ear to ear. Ever since he met Feng Ling, this sharp-tongued and dull monk has started to love laughing.
I saw him wipe his hands roughly on his clothes, then he took the gloves carefully and put them close to his body.
Then, he caught the Soul-Nailing Needle that was fixed in the air with his bare hands.
So what are you doing with the gloves? Feng Ling was speechless. He ignored Wu Gong and focused on exorcising the evil spirits for Zheng Yang.
When the last soul-soothing nail was pulled out, a sudden, piercing scream of "Jiji!" struck everyone's eardrums.
Some people with poor health suddenly felt dizzy.
"Oh no! Mom?!" Zheng Fu's wide sleeves suddenly bulged and began to stir wildly.
It was as if something in the sleeve pocket was struggling and colliding violently, as if it was about to rush out.
Zheng Fu grabbed his sleeves tightly and immediately asked his mother for help. It was obvious that Old Mrs. Zheng knew about his situation.
Old Mrs. Zheng's face darkened. She no longer cared about arguing with her old man, but looked in the direction of Feng Ling.
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