Chapter 100 Chapter 100

Late at night, Furong appeared in front of the housekeeper with a cold face, gagged the man, tied him up, and dragged him to a dark corner. There was no one else here, it was extremely quiet, and it was a good place to kill someone and dump the body.

The housekeeper was panicked, staring with wide eyes and looking around. He felt that even if he died here, it would take several days for passers-by to find him. This was still the case when the weather was hot. If the weather was very cold, if he died, he might have to lie here for several months and no one would be able to see him.

Furong stabbed the knife into his neck, stared at him and asked, "Who ordered you to poison me?"

The butler was stunned for a moment, then recognized Furong's identity. He was suddenly much more afraid, and his whole body swelled up all of a sudden, as if his arrogance suddenly came in handy, and he was like a puffer fish that swelled up like a ball in panic: "What did you say? I don't understand! I advise you to let me go now, and you still have a chance to turn back. Otherwise, as long as I don't die, you will regret it!"

Furong sneered, took out a huge and dry steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth. The butler made two howling sounds, but couldn't make a sound. He stared at him, not knowing what he was going to do. He twisted his body and wanted to escape, but it was useless.

Furong stabbed him in the abdomen. After all, if she stabbed him in the neck now, he would not be able to speak and might die immediately. Then Furong would not be able to ask what she wanted to ask, so she had to stab him in another place.

At that moment, the butler felt a sharp pain, his eyeballs bulged out, bloodshot eyes, eyebrows seemed to fly out of his face, cheeks were bright red, eyes rolled back, and he felt like he was going to faint, hot blood gushed out of the wound.

He was trembling all over, and carefully lowered his eyes to look at his wound. He found that the wound was turned outward and bloody, which made him even more stimulated. He tilted his head back and hit it against the wall with a bang, which made him feel even more dizzy.

Furong put the knife on his neck again and asked him: "If it was Li Qingshan who ordered you, you nod, if not, you shake your head, if you don't understand, I will continue to stab you, I don't think you will like this feeling."

His voice was cold, like a vague mist wrapped in ice in the night, the housekeeper shivered from the cold, felt a little more awake, frowned, and gave up resisting, because he knew that there was a huge gap between him and Furong, and resistance was useless, but he did not give up fighting against Furong.

He wanted to nod to prove that it was Li Qingshan who ordered him, because he knew that Furong was usually by Li Qingshan's side, and Li Qingshan had taken care of Furong before. It was impossible for Furong not to care about Li Qingshan.

If he could prove that Li Qingshan had ordered him, he would be happy to see Furong kill Li Qingshan and be buried with him, or regret after learning the truth, or suffer from inner torture and blame from her companions.

In any case, he could avenge Furong, and he thought it was a good idea. He was about to nod, but suddenly saw a flash of cold light in Furong's leopard-like eyes, and murderous intent surged.

He suddenly became afraid, as if his liver and gallbladder were trembling, and he shrank hard in his skin. He felt like a sea cucumber, and when facing a powerful enemy that he feared, he had to spit out his internal organs to escape danger and save his life.

But his mouth was blocked by the steamed bun, so he couldn't spit it out. He couldn't really spit out his own viscera like a sea cucumber, because a person who really spit out his viscera would definitely die.

He changed his mind, shook his head slowly, closed his eyes, and tears welled up. The turbid tears slowly slid down his face full of grooves, slowly got stuck in the folds, and then made a circle, shaking like his body, hanging on his chin, looking extremely wolfish.

Furong asked expressionlessly: "Is it the Madam who ordered you? If so, just nod."

The butler gritted his teeth and nodded. It didn't matter if he betrayed the Madam now. He didn't know whether he could live until tomorrow. Even if he betrayed the Madam, there was no one else here, and the Madam didn't know either. Since she didn't know, then it didn't exist.

He didn't need to worry so much. In fact, he didn't care about the Madam at all. He cared about his own life and how to avenge himself if he died, but he didn't care how loyal he was.

He was just a servant to others, not a dog to others.

He didn't need to be so stupid.

The butler held his breath and waited for the result.

Furong nodded and said to him, "I can spare you, but you have to give me the evidence of the madam's loan. Otherwise, you will know what it means to live a life worse than death. Don't think about telling on the master, because your master can't protect you."

The housekeeper nodded repeatedly and cried with joy. Furong untied the rope for him and turned away.

The housekeeper was stunned for a moment, and quickly took the rope off his body. He was in a panic and tried to pull out the steamed bun stuck in his mouth. He almost pulled out his teeth, but fortunately the steamed bun had softened a lot, so he didn't really lose his teeth after escaping.

He breathed a sigh of relief, holding onto the wall and trying to stand up. He was bleeding and in excruciating pain. He suddenly felt that he could not really go back. He gathered the rope into a ball, put it in his clothes, sat in a corner, and shouted to the outside: "Someone come!"

The servants who heard the sound came over and found blood everywhere. They were shocked. He was directed to carry him into the house, and then find a doctor and medicine for him. After receiving the treatment, he felt tired and soon fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, the lady who knew the news immediately went to find him.

"What happened? You have to give an explanation for what happened last night." The lady looked at him coldly and said.

The housekeeper had already made up a lie, and he cried and snotted, and he cried to the lady for a long time, telling her the whole story.

The lady didn't believe it, but she couldn't find any evidence to prove the butler's betrayal, and the butler's betrayal would not benefit the butler and the lady. The lady didn't want to believe that possibility from the bottom of her heart, so she subconsciously resisted the terrible future and reluctantly believed the butler's words, at least on the surface.

The butler left smoothly.

He still wanted to stay alive, and didn't want to live a life worse than death, so he quickly collected enough evidence. This was what he had prepared long ago. He planned to retire one day. If the lady disagreed, he would take out these things. It was always necessary to save his life.

He handed the evidence to Furong. He thought he could survive in this way, but after Furong read the evidence, she found that all the evidence pointed to the lady, but not to the butler. It was as if the butler had cleaned up the things in advance before handing them to him, and dealt with all the things related to himself.

Furong knew that the butler would not trust him, just as he would not trust the butler. Therefore, while waiting for the butler to appear, he prepared the poison in advance. The butler handed him the evidence, and he put the poison in. The butler turned and left, and the poison gradually took effect.

The butler went back to his room and prepared to rest. He felt dizzy and uncomfortable. He closed his eyes and lay on the bed. He fell asleep without even covering himself with a quilt. In fact, not long after, he died in his sleep. His body was twitching and his face was blue and purple. He looked very scary.

Furong returned to Li Qingshan with the evidence, and packed her things with a sullen face. Li Qingshan felt strange and asked him about the situation, but he said nothing, as if he had been prepared for a long time and he must leave.

Li Qingshan knew that he would leave sooner or later, but he didn't expect it to be today. There was nothing special about today, and Furong had never said before that he must leave today.

Li Qingshan was not prepared at all and felt surprised. After he couldn't get anything out of her, he didn't ask anything and sat by and watched, as if he was ready to see his friend leave.

Even if they were not necessarily friends.

Furong packed her things and glanced at him. Li Qingshan and he looked at each other. He suddenly smiled, walked up to Li Qingshan and said, "We will have a chance to meet sooner or later."

Li Qingshan was stunned for a moment, not knowing what he meant by this. He nodded, and Furong turned and left. This time she did not come back, but left directly. It was not until dark that Li Qingshan came to his senses and realized that Furong really would not suddenly appear.

He was a little unhappy, but he felt that he should be happy, because he hoped that Furong would leave at the beginning. Now Furong has left, he got what he wanted, and he should be happy.

He slept in bed, feeling dazed. The next day, he heard someone say that the housekeeper had been poisoned. He didn't know what happened, and his wife was investigating. He had no interest in these things, and felt irritable, as if he had slept too late last night. Even though he didn't get up early today, he still had a headache. He

planned to go out and relax, so he asked the servants to prepare. After the servants were ready, he went out. He planned to take a walk in the suburbs where flowers were flourishing, but he didn't expect to be attacked on the road.

His carriage and servants also didn't expect this to happen. They panicked, not only worried about their own lives, but also worried that after this matter was over, if something happened to Li Qingshan, they would probably be blamed by his wife again.

The scene was in chaos, and the people around were worried that the fire would burn them, so they ran away long ago.

The wheels rolled around, making a squeaking sound, like the scream of a mouse with its entrails crushed on the ground, or like the evidence of an elderly person struggling to breathe before dying. The body of the car swayed, and the wooden boards of the carriage rustled, as if a large hailstone had fallen down, and some parts had loosened and fell inside and outside, making a mess.

Li Qingshan was in the carriage, spinning around, feeling like a dice trapped in a cup, spinning dizzily in the dark, until there was a bang, the carriage collapsed, and he fell to the ground.

"What do you want to do?" Li Qingshan's eyes widened. He was tied up in a dark secret room. The people who tied him up tied his hands and feet tightly with ropes. He felt that his limbs would soon need to be amputated due to lack of blood.

His eyes were covered with cloth strips, probably because they were afraid that he would take revenge on them after seeing the faces of the people who tied him up. But if he really wanted revenge, he could find them even if he didn't see what these people looked like.

He felt that this was purely unnecessary.

However, this action also proved that these people did not want to kill him immediately, otherwise, there would be no need to get a cloth strip specifically for him.

"Don't you know? Your family is rotten!" said a young voice full of anger and resentment.

Li Qingshan was stunned for a moment, not understanding why the other party said that, and did not answer for a while.

The young man sneered: "Why don't you speak? Can't you speak anymore? Weren't you very talkative before?"

Li Qingshan was silent for a moment, sorted out his thoughts and asked: "What do you mean?"

The young man snorted coldly, laughed sarcastically and said: "What do I mean? I just can't bear it anymore, and want to tell you some truths that you may not know."

Li Qingshan was a little impatient, frowned: "Then just say it!"

The young man's laughter stopped immediately, and the voice was like a quench. Han Bing: "Then I will tell you the truth. Your mother lent money at high interest rates, causing countless families to be ruined. She used the money bought with other people's blood, and she felt at ease lying in a pile of brocade, wearing silk and satin, eating delicacies from land and sea, and there were a lot of servants following her around. Don't you think it's disgusting? We all think your house is like hell. Everything that comes out has a bloody smell, as if it was just taken out of a corpse. Don't you think so?"

Li Qingshan was stunned.

The young man talked for a long time, telling Li Qingshan everything he knew in detail.

Li Qingshan felt his mind was a mess, he couldn't think for a while, he muttered to himself: "Why did you tell me all this? What do you want?"

The young man laughed: "I want to see this earth-shattering expression on your face, it's so beautiful, not because of your sinful skin, you are born with this look, which makes people can't take their eyes off, but because you, who seem to be innocent, finally realized where you live, how many bad things you have done, and the reasons for your accomplices and reasons. You are covered in blood, what kind of thing is that? The feeling of falling, so beautiful!"

The expression on Li Qingshan's face was almost blank, and his voice was weak and tired: "Just that?"

The young man came up to him and hissed at him like a venomous snake: "Of course not only that! I also hope you die. After all, your family has harmed so many people. One life is definitely not enough to compensate. Those servants may not know anything and just do their job. You can't blame them. They can't do anything to you. They didn't enjoy it much, so you have to pay for it!"

Li Qingshan couldn't help but hugged a With a little hope, he asked in a low, guilty voice, "What about my mother?"

The young man sneered, "Of course she will die with you!"

He changed his tone and said, "You have harmed so many people, you should have died long ago. It is enough to live until today. Do you still want to live on? Even if you want to do that, I will never allow it!"

He cried like a madman and cursed fiercely, "My whole family died because of that damn money that can't be paid back. Why can you live? Why can your mother live? Why How can your family still live like that? Living in such a big house, eating such good food, wearing such good clothes, and having so many people to do things for you? Shame on you or not!"

Li Qingshan felt as if he had used the most vicious words in the world to attack himself, and the attack was really effective, like a thousand arrows piercing his heart, but the first thing he felt was not pain, but coldness. The wind blew through the wound and back, making a howling sound like a flute, which sounded like ghosts howling, or perhaps the dead souls complaining.

Li Qingshan smiled, the corners of his mouth rising and falling, as if facing a terrifying tsunami, everything returned to the quiet and extremely chaotic beach, with a kind of empty and lonely desolation, and he said like a soul: "I want to die."

The young man's voice stopped abruptly, as if someone had strangled his throat. He was stunned for a long time, slowly turned his head, his eyes were extremely incredible, stared at Li Qingshan carefully for a long time, as if he was looking at something he had never seen before, and then laughed.

He laughed and tried so hard for so long, in countless midnight dreams, he wanted to kill his enemies one by one, and wanted to wipe out his entire family. He spent so much effort, found so many like-minded people, and hid like a mouse. Only at dusk when no one could see clearly could he squint at the sun, as if he could remember it for a lifetime, live until tomorrow, and get what he wanted.

He thought that people who enjoyed so many benefits should be ignorant of the world and should be proud of their favors. It was the accumulation of all the benefits he could not get. A shining crystal trophy symbolized wealth and honor, happiness, gold under his feet, silver on his body, gemstones in his eyes, and silk in his hair.

He thought that such a person would not die easily, because naive people are always simple and stubborn, but he did not expect that everything came too easily, just like a dream.

"Okay," the young man handed a sharp knife to Li Qingshan, staring at him with burning eyes, as if looking at a bubble shining with colorful light in the sun, with a gentle tone, suppressing excitement in excitement, and hiding gentle persuasion in madness, "I'll give you the knife, you go die now."

No matter how gentle his tone was, the content of his words would not change.

Li Qingshan knew that his death was today, and he had a smile on his face that seemed to be overflowing with happiness, but in fact it was empty and indifferent, just like the piles of white bubbles on the sea. If he died, the bubbles would turn red, which might look better, but that was all.

He took the knife and stabbed it into his neck. Blood flowed out from inside. His hands trembled violently and he couldn't hold the knife steadily. He gritted his teeth in pain, but he didn't want the pain to last too long. He pulled the knife out and stabbed it again.

It was still the same wound, still trembling, still so painful. He really hoped that he could faint now. The blood from the wound suddenly gushed out like a tsunami. His hands trembled and he finally fainted.

Furong rushed over and was stunned for a moment when she saw the blood all over the ground. She immediately took two steps at a time, bent down, and picked up Li Qingshan from the ground. The young man next to her was puzzled: "Where are you taking him?"

Furong replied, "To the clinic."

The young man frowned and felt angry: "Why? We have waited until today with great difficulty and have won the fruits of victory. We finally have the opportunity to deal with him and persuade him to die. Why are you saving him?"

Furong glanced at him. He felt as if he had been stabbed by a poisoned knife. His legs trembled slightly and he could not walk out. He stood still.

Furong snorted mockingly: "He saved me when I was collecting evidence at his house. As a courtesy, I should save him as well."

The young man thought he was going to say something high-sounding, but he didn't expect it to be this, as if the truth had hit the ground. He was completely stunned and could only watch him walk out.

Furong sent Li Qingshan to the doctor. The doctor looked embarrassed and glanced at him cautiously, worried that he was unreasonable and would make a scene when he heard that he could not be saved. He frowned and said, "In this case, he is probably seeking death. It is not easy for me to save him. I can save the body but not the heart. It will be in vain to save him. Besides, he has lost so much blood and the injury is in such a critical position. The injury is very serious. I can only do my best."

Furong listened to the doctor's words without changing her expression, with an attitude of resignation: "Just do your best."

The doctor asked him to go out, and he went out. The doctor tried to save Li Qingshan, but he was still alive, but he had not woken up yet. Furong walked to Li Qingshan and glanced at him. Li Qingshan's face was pale, his brows were frowned, and he looked like he had no desire to live.

Furong looked at the doctor: "When can he wake up?"

The doctor shook his head, feeling powerless in front of a candidate with zero points, and tried to explain: "He won't wake up for a while. Even if his injuries heal, it depends on himself. If he doesn't want to live, he may lie like this forever."

Furong was silent for a while, accepted the reality, paid the medical fee, and gave an extra sum of money, asking the doctor to help take care of him. The doctor took the money and was a little confused: "You sent him here in such a hurry, but you don't want to see him. What's the matter?"

Furong nodded, looked at Li Qingshan and said, "It's his family matter."

The doctor He showed a look of understanding, thinking that it must be some entangled family disputes, and perhaps some love and hate between men and women. He couldn't help but persuade: "Forgive others when you can, take a step back and the world will be broader. It's already like this, there's no benefit in continuing."

Furong closed her eyes, tired and indifferent: "Thank you, I know, I'll go first."

Before he finished speaking, he turned and left, and walked out the door. The doctor sighed, shook his head, and said with some tiredness: "Everyone has their own difficulties. If you can't overcome them, others can't help."

The lady has been arrested and is in prison.

Furong went to the prison with mixed feelings, looking down at the lady who was already a little sloppy through the thick wood.

The lady's hair was messy, her clothes were untidy, her shoes were crooked, her makeup was blurred, her forehead was sweaty, her cheeks were oily, her expression was distorted and fierce, and she muttered to herself: "Who is it?"