"I heard you have a younger brother who joined the army?" the interrogator asked casually.
Without much thought, Lu Dashan blurted out, "Dead, died on the battlefield, not even a skeleton remains."
Lu Wujiu calmly drank his tea behind the screen. He had never had any expectations of this family; all he had was the lingering resentment over the darkness of his childhood.
The interrogators steered the conversation elsewhere, occasionally lashing Lu Dashan with a whip soaked in salt water.
In the moment when Lu Dashan was in a daze, he asked casually, "Are you and Lu Dashan really brothers? You didn't show any grief when someone died, and you even bullied orphans and widows?"
“Brothers? Hey, brothers? Brothers my foot, they’re not brothers at all.” Lu Dashan was already drooling and delirious when he spoke.
The sealed room froze instantly, as if no sound had been heard.
Lu Dashan, who had only uttered half a sentence, was instantly covered in goosebumps. He opened his eyes with difficulty, looked at the place that resembled the underworld, and his tongue trembled as if it were tied in knots. He said, "Isn't it because that damned jinx killed his own younger brother at birth? Twins? Our Lu family often has twins."
After Lu Dashan finished speaking, he couldn't get the words out of his mouth anymore, so he closed his eyes and fainted.
Lu Wujiu, behind the screen, held the cup in his hand.
Zhao Han suddenly felt an overwhelming pressure and turned to look at Gu Xizhou: "My lord?"
Lu Wujiu stood up and said coldly, "It's been dealt with."
After saying that, he left the secret room.
Zhao Han stared at Lu Dashan for a few moments and said, "Throw him over at Anping Gambling House."
The person cannot die yet.
Judging from the adults' intentions, they didn't seem to have any intention of killing him.
When Gu Xizhou returned to the small courtyard in the village, most people had already turned off their lights and gone to sleep, except for the brand-new courtyard at the entrance of the village, where a lantern was still lit.
Walking in, I saw Su Jiaoniang yawning in the courtyard.
"You're finally back. There's some food in the kitchen. Eat and go to bed early." After saying this, Su Jiaoniang took the lanterns down from outside the gate, hung them on the tree in the yard, glanced at Gu Xizhou, and went back to her room.
Lu Wujiu stood there, staring at the lanterns on the tree.
The cold gaze slowly softened, a slight ripple appearing in it.
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