Chapter 43 The man in my family is full of energy and blood, and people who are tortured can never stand it

Xie Lanzhi already knew from Qin Shu that it was Sun Yuzhen who was gossiping.

His thick eyelashes drooped slightly, and he asked indifferently: "Who is it?"

Amuti said: "Zhao Yongqiang's wife, Sun Yuzhen!"

Xie Lanzhi's eyebrows slightly frowned, and his eyes turned cold.

Sure enough, it was this woman.

"This Sun Yuzhen is too strange, why did she target you and your sister-in-law."

Amuti was very puzzled by what Sun Yuzhen did, and thought she had a problem with her brain.

Xie Lanzhi pulled his lips, and there was a hint of sarcasm in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

In this world, some people are born with bad intentions and can't stand others being good.

Xie Lanzhi asked in a low voice: "Have you found out what she said about Qin Shu last time?"

When mentioning this, Amuti's face was full of excitement, and he whispered:

"Speaking of this, we have to mention Lang Ye."

"What does it have to do with him?"

"It's a long story."

"Then just make it short."

"Sister-in-law is from Yushan Village, and Lang Ye's wife is also from Yushan Village. That woman is not only thirteen years older than Lang Ye, but also has two children..."

Xie Lanzhi was originally listening in boredom, and his face gradually sank after hearing the latter part.

"Who knows about this?"

A low and cold voice came out from the man's lips with moderate thickness.

Amuti curled his lips and said sympathetically: "Almost everyone who knows Langye knows that this kid is not only miserable but also unlucky."

Xie Lanzhi pondered and said: "Langye is a wild man, cunning and ruthless, with a sense of impetus. He is a seedling that can be cultivated."

Amuti frowned and said: "Forget it. He is an orphan who married a wife like that. It will drag him to death."

Xie Lanzhi: "You should get in touch with him again and pay more attention to him."

At the same time.

Qin Shu, who was far away at the foot of Tianyingling Mountain.

She happened to meet the fellow villager mentioned by Amuti, that is, Langye's wife.

Qin Shu carried a bamboo basket on her back and dug through the bushes to find common medicinal herbs. A strange voice came from behind her.

"Hey! Look who this is, the little vixen from Yushan Village."

Such a familiar, disgusting voice, I haven't heard it for many years.

It must have been thirty or forty years.

Qin Shu turned around and saw a face with a pointed chin and a mean face. It looked ugly at first glance, and even uglier when you look closely.

Hey!

Isn't this the protagonist of the wife-killing and son-wasting case that shocked the whole country in the previous life - Qin Zhaodi.

"Qin Zhaodi?"

Qin Shu called out the woman's name uncertainly.

Going back to forty years ago, her memory had settled after a long time, and many people and events were not very clear.

Qin Zhaodi twisted her thick waist and walked forward, pouted her mouth, and said in a sinister tone.

"I've only been married for a year, and you pretend not to know me?"

It really is the real owner!

Qin Shu's eyes changed instantly.

The cold and murderous peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, making people feel intimidated for no reason.

She looked at Qin Zhaodi and asked in a deep voice: "Is your man in the 963rd unit?"

"Of course, he is young and strong, 13 years younger than me, unlike you who married an old man who is seven years older and has a lame leg."

Qin Zhaodi's smug and sarcastic face made people nauseous and wanted to slap her.

Qin Shu's anger and worry surged in her heart.

She suppressed the urge to take action, calmed her heartbeat, and retorted:

"You are a thrice-married slut who used all means to snatch your niece's fiancé. How

can you be so arrogant?" "I'm afraid that an innocent young man would not be able to bring himself to say anything to you if he was forced to marry you. You wouldn't be so lonely and steal a man, would you?"

Qin Shu, who was usually good-tempered, was rarely so sharp and mean. It

was just because the woman in front of her was so hateful.

Qin Zhaodi was stepped on the sore spot, pointed at Qin Shu's nose, and shouted back.

"Little bitch, what nonsense are you talking about!"

"My man has a strong blood and qi, and people who torture him can never stand it."

Her abstract face was filled with vicious anger, which made people unable to bear to look directly at her.

Qin Shu knew that Qin Zhaodi was talking nonsense. As far as she knew, the man had never touched Qin Zhaodi.

"Why don't I believe it?"

She said in a contemptuous voice, deliberately provoking Qin Zhaodi.

Qin Zhaodi raised her chin and said tauntingly, "Believe it or not, you will never experience my happiness in this life."

"You are not exaggerating, are you?"

Qin Shu looked at her suspiciously, clicked her tongue twice, and shook her head.

"Bullshit!" Qin Zhaodi glared at her, and then said proudly and complacently, "My man's name is Lang Ye."

It turned out to be him!

Qin Shu's scalp exploded, and her brain was about to grow out.

In the previous life, the murderer of the wife-killing and waste-son case that shocked the whole country was Qin Zhaodi's husband.

That is to say, the young man who attacked Xie Lanzhi on the playground a few days ago.

He brutally killed Qin Zhaodi and abolished two stepchildren.

If Qin Zhaodi just stole her niece's fiancé and married Lang Ye, who was more than ten years younger than her.

This matter can only be said that Lang Ye was young and had bad luck, but he would not kill anyone.

What Qin Zhaodi did was to get shot!

Her lover colluded with foreign forces. During an operation, she went to inform the news, causing many of Lang Ye's comrades to die tragically.

The bodies of those warriors sank to the bottom of the river that separated the no-man's land from the west of Tianying Ridge.

Qin Zhaodi was caught by the collapsed Lang Ye and stabbed nearly a hundred times.

Each stab was not fatal, but each stab was deep enough to see the bone. She

died alive, bleeding to death!

Qin Zhaodi's end was tragic, but no one sympathized with her.

This tragic case was made into a film and television work more than 30 years later.

Qin Shu remembered that it was in that year that netizens dug up Lang Ye's old case.

After he killed Qin Zhaodi, he met two stepsons on the way to surrender and saw them hanging a girl on a tree and humiliating her.

Lang Ye, who was bloodthirsty, did not get used to the two teenagers, allowing the eunuch of the old era to reappear in the world.

Lang Ye didn't kill his stepson, but his hands were stained with the child's blood.

He gave up turning himself in, went home, wrote a suicide note and committed suicide.

If she hadn't met Qin Zhaodi today, Qin Shu really wouldn't have remembered this.

At the time of the incident, she only knew that the deceased was Qin Zhaodi from the same village as her. She

only sighed for a moment about the tragic experience of the murderer and his subsequent actions, and then forgot about it.

In fact, Qin Shu had just gotten married at that time.

She was busy fighting wits and courage with Yang Yunchuan, and also had to find ways to make money.

Qin Shu didn't know whether to sympathize with Xie Lanzhihao, who looked at Lang Ye differently.

Or she should sympathize with Lang Ye, this big wronged man, who met such a troublesome thing as Qin Zhaodi.

After confirming who Qin Zhaodi's man was, Qin Shu was too lazy to continue to entangle with her, so she turned around and left with the bamboo basket on her back.

She was thinking about how to prevent this tragedy from happening again.

"Hey!"

Qin Zhaodi's shouting came from behind.

"Why are you running? I haven't finished talking yet!"

Qin Shu heard the hurried footsteps behind her and moved forward a lot faster.

Qin Zhaodi was like a dog-skin plaster that could not be shaken off.

She kept whispering in Qin Shu's ear with bad intentions.

"Your man is not good enough, and he is a childless man. You can't stay alone in the empty room every night."

"Let me tell you, with your foxy looks, you can win the hearts of many men with just a flick of your finger."

Qin Shu was annoyed, her face was gloomy, and she looked at her coldly.

"What do you want to do?"

Qin Zhaodi looked at Qin Shu with envy in her eyes, a little bit obscene.

"I know a few men who are muscular and strong. Do you want to try?"

She said in a condescending tone, as if she was giving Qin Shu a bargain.

What to try?

How does it feel to be abused?

Qin Shu felt that Qin Zhaodi was mentally ill.

She said with disdain: "Don't be so mean and think that everyone is the same as you."

"What are you talking about!"

Qin Zhaodi immediately turned hostile.

She rolled up her sleeves and was about to fight with Qin Shu.

"Pa!"

A crisp slap sounded.