Quickly cross the target to kill the main god

Chapter 733 Miss Biao's Hate

Finally heard clearly this time, Zhang Zhixun suddenly widened his eyes, "What's wrong with Mingyue?"

"She, like you, was seriously ill, and she must have died!" Song Yi said softly.

"No, it's impossible, you're lying to me!" Zhang Zhixun had no strength left, almost out of breath, a fishy sweetness in his chest, Zhang Zhixun held back.

He was able to make such a big business, and he was naturally not an ordinary person. He had already thought of something in an instant, and there was no trace of blood on his face.

"Could it be you...why? Even if you hurt me, but Mingyue is innocent, and she still has half of the blood of Duke Anguo's mansion in her body, how can you bear it!"

"Hehe, you're really smart, so I won't hide it from you. I only blame you for having a family of ten thousand. It's really eye-catching!"

Song Yi's eyes were greedy, and he looked at the good things in the room. He can get a lot of benefits when he returns from this errand.

Although he is the young master of the Duke's Mansion, he is the second son of the direct line. He has no chance to inherit the Duke's Mansion. The wealthy family spends staggeringly, and now the mansion is increasingly unable to make ends meet.

It's like eating enough food for nothing. In the future, the property that the family can produce will be given to him. I'm afraid he won't even be able to afford food. Naturally, he has to find a way to make money.

This trip to Zhang's house allowed him to know what wealth can rival a country. Not to mention how many properties Zhang Zhixun has under his name, just a single room is so low-key and luxurious, which happened to be cheap for him.

"That girl's surname is Zhang. How can a lowly businesswoman be worthy of the young master of the Duke's Mansion. She is dead. With the old lady's engagement document, your big fortune will still belong to our mansion!"

"Bastard!"

Zhang Zhixun was so angry and bloody, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell back on the pillow in a slump, blood froth still remained at the corner of his mouth, "Hehe, money touches people's hearts!"

Difficult to look at the servants in the room, half of them were brought by Song Yi, and a few were left by his wife. When they met his gaze, everyone quietly avoided.

Zhang Zhixun smiled bitterly and closed his eyes, "The old lady lied to me when she said that she would love Mingyue as her granddaughter? You should think about your aunt even if you don't care about me. Mingyue is her only direct blood!"

After being frightened and angry and spurting blood, he seemed to regain some energy, "Are you worthy of the dead Qinglian by doing this?"

"Hehehe!" Song Yi suddenly felt sympathetic to him. This poor creature was played by his aunt, and he was still infatuated with her until his death!

"My good aunt will never blame me, on the contrary, she will be grateful to me for erasing her embarrassing past!"

"You, what are you talking about?" Zhang Zhixun felt staring, as if there was a bigger blow coming.

"I said you are an idiot! With your lowly status, what qualifications do you have to marry the prostitute of Duke An's mansion." Song Yi sneered.

Zhang Zhixun's eyes are straightened, and he has occasionally thought about this question for so many years, but he thinks that his family is very rich, he is handsome and romantic, and in addition to the hero who saved the beauty back then, it was a happy marriage.

Now that I look back and think about it, except for the few days of the wedding, his wife has been indifferent to him since then, and after giving birth to her daughter, she even refused to make out with him because she was unwell.

He felt that he was not worthy of a noble lady in the capital, and he never dared to force it. Could it be that his wife had never had any affection for him.

He didn't dare to think deeply, but if he didn't figure it out before he died, he would die with regret, so he held his breath, "I, I don't believe that she lied to me, after all, she gave birth to me."

"That's why she wants to erase this stain. Both you and Zhang Mingyue are stains on her life!"

Song Yi saw black blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, and said kindly, "For the sake of money, I'll let you be a fool!"

"How could my aunt look down on your shabby household status? Forced by the situation, she had no choice but to choose you. Now that she has a better future, she naturally has to let you go and wipe out the past before she can continue to shine!"

Zhang Zhixun was originally a smart person, but he had already thought of a terrible fact, "She, she is not dead!"

"Hehe! My aunt is happy now!" These words were the last straw that broke the camel's back. Zhang Zhixun spat out a big mouthful of black blood, rolled his eyes and passed out completely.

"Oh, uncle, why did you die so young? It hurts my nephew!" Song Yi, who was still sneering just now, changed his expression instantly, "Come here, quickly change clothes for my uncle, stop the spirit!"

The moment Zhang Zhixun passed out, Mingyue's actions were completed, and in the blink of an eye, the poison injected on his body had been transferred to Nanny An, Nanny Gao, and Pearl Agate.

No one noticed that most of the blackness on the dead man's face had faded away. Zhang Zhixun didn't wake up immediately. One was because of his lingering illness, which hurt his body after all, and the other was because he was shocked by Song Yi's words and his mood was agitated.

Following Song Yi's voice, Zhang's house was full of crying, and everyone had to live their lives after the death of their master, so they obeyed Song Yi's arrangement and prepared for the funeral.

The straight Zhang Zhixun put on his shroud and moved it to the funeral bed, set up the mourning hall, put on sackcloth and filial piety, burned incense and paper, and made a lot of noise.

The subordinates sent news everywhere, and the members of the Zhang clan came to the door crying, and Zhang Zhixun's business partners also came to the door to express their condolences.

Because he died young, there was no ready-made birthday material in the mansion, and it was impossible for Song Yi to make preparations in advance to avoid being noticed.

In order to look good, he specially asked the housekeeper to go to the largest coffin shop in the city to buy the best coffin.

When the coffin arrived, members of the Zhang clan and several good business partners had already arrived.

I heard that Mr. Zhang was ill, but he was still in his prime, who would have thought that he would suddenly die of illness.

The members of the Zhang clan secretly rejoiced. Zhang Zhixun has a family property of ten thousand Guan, but has no heirs under his knees. The only girl will belong to someone else's family sooner or later, and the property left by him should be distributed by the clan.

Even the government of Anguo has to follow the rules. At worst, choose a suitable boy from the family and adopt him under his name. In short, the Zhang family's property must be preserved.

And those who have business dealings are considering the possibility of buying some of Zhang Zhixun's properties.

Everyone came to Zhang's mansion with their own thoughts, and they had to cry before the spirit. The big men should be reserved, and the women in the clan can let go.

"Nephew, why did you go, but it hurts to death!" An old woman howled directly.

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu brother, I'm sorry that you have no children under your knees, how can you do it if there is no one to worship under the Nine Springs!" A young woman said while pressing her son to kneel before the coffin.

"Just let Xiaoluzi from my family throw the spirit basin for you, go to your grave at four o'clock and eighth, and definitely not let you be bullied underground!"

"Sister-in-law three, elder brother is not only a nephew of Xiaolu in your family, but he likes my Xiao Wu even more when he was alive. Xiao Wu is quick to kowtow to your uncle. From now on, you will be your uncle's son and burn paper money for your father every new year and festival!" Another The stout woman pulled her little son.

The women of the other families had already received orders from their men, and not to be outdone, they dragged their sons to kneel before the coffin.

Song Yi couldn't help sneering.

Others also shook their heads secretly, thinking that Zhang Zhixun didn't think well enough when he was alive, and earned a fortune but no son to inherit it, no wonder it became a farce after death.

(End of this chapter)