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Chapter 75 "The Haunting of Zhou Guogong's Mansion"

"Pang Si was killed by that prostitute?"

The banquet ended, Wu Minzhi drank a lot of wine and was just about to rest when he got this news.

He frowned his pretty brows, and his face became gloomy: "What about Mrs. Shu San, don't let her die so easily!"

Another slave who reported tremblingly said: "Miss Shu San seems to have fallen into the lake in the backyard and drowned. We found the shoes by the side."

However, Wu Minzhi was not so easy to fool, and said flatly: "Pang Si died in the servant's courtyard, and she died in the lake in the backyard? How did she run over? Are you all blind on the way?"

He waved his hand: "Immediately search the whole mansion, this bitch must still be hiding in a corner, there may be her accomplices in the mansion, hmph, we all know that the lady can hook up with men, she must have bought some bitch slave, Put the shoes in the backyard and fool you idiots!"

Hao Nu turned pale with shock: "Yes, we will look for it right away!"

"A bunch of trash!"

Seeing that his subordinates left in a hurry, Wu Minzhi lay down, and the surrounding maidservants hurried forward, pinched his legs and loosened his shoulders, and took care of him meticulously.

But his heart was getting more and more troubled, and he scolded after a while: "Get out! Get out!"

The maidservants retreated silently, Wu Minzhi looked at the empty surroundings, but felt a little more at ease, and fell asleep listening to the sound of rain.

After Zishi, the busiest Pingkang Square gradually fell silent.

As the candles were extinguished, the entire city of Chang'an fell into tranquility.

Only the heavy rain was left, washing away the uncleanness of the world.

"Puff-puff--"

At this moment, the slaves standing outside the room were hit in the back of the head one by one and fell to the ground.

The drowsy maidservant also fell limply and passed out when a palm was pressed against her neck.

"Tick-tick--"

The sound of the rain began to change.

It seems to be near.

Getting closer.

Wu Minzhi on the couch frowned and clicked his lips.

There seemed to be something dripping from his mouth, and it was full of stench.

Wu Minzhi was both familiar and unfamiliar with this smell.

When he beat a maidservant to death with his own hands, it was this unpleasant smell that splashed on his face.

Since then, he no longer did it himself, but let his servants do it for him, so he hasn't smelled it for a long time.

In a daze, he opened his eyes and froze suddenly.

Because there was a face that could not rest in peace, just above him, looking straight at him.

Eye to eye, nose to nose, the drooping hair was wet on his face.

I don't know if it's rain or water, but it flows down the cheeks and turns into blood.

It trickled down his chin, dripped slowly, and finally dripped onto his lips.

"what--!!"

Wu Minzhi let out a scream, and suddenly stood up.

And the woman also flew up suddenly, floated to the front of the couch, still staring straight at him.

The woman was dressed in blood and torn, and opened her mouth slightly, trying to say something, but no sound came out.

That silent accusation was even more creepy.

Wu Minzhi looked at the woman in blood, and after careful identification, he stretched out his hand and grabbed a long sword in front of the couch, pointing directly at it: "Miss Shu San? You lowly whore, you dare to pretend to be a ghost, die for me!"

He is fierce and fierce, and stabs with a straight sword.

However, at the next moment, Wu Minzhi's expression changed drastically.

Because the third lady Shu, who was wearing blood, floated up again, and then flew back.

Her feet didn't touch the ground, she crossed a distance of ten feet in an instant, her clothes fluttered, and there was a sound of hunting.

This kind of action is really something that ghosts can do!
He still wanted to take a closer look, but the bloody Shu San's body flickered and disappeared.

"Someone! Somebody!!"

Wu Minzhi yelled loudly, but apart from the sound of pouring rain, no one came in at all.

Cold sweat dripped from his forehead, he turned around, although the tip of the sword was trembling, it was still pointing at the empty space, not giving up resistance.

At this moment, there was a crisp sound from behind.

Wu Minzhi turned his head abruptly, watching his favorite colored porcelain suddenly fall to the ground and smashed into pieces.

His gaze was still on the colored porcelain, and the screen a few feet away shook and fell down heavily.

Immediately afterwards, pieces of furniture fell down in disorder!

Suddenly on the left, suddenly on the right!
Bang bang hit the ground, as if it hit a person's heart heavily!
With every crisp sound, Wu Minzhi's legs couldn't help trembling, and finally he couldn't hold the sword.

The sword clanged and fell to the ground.

But Wu Minzhi's distorted facial features became more ferocious, and he waved his fist fiercely: "Come out! Come out! What kind of skill is this? You have become a ghost, and the Duke of this country will kill you a second time!!"

As soon as the words fell, Shu San in blood appeared again, but this time, a stern voice came out of her mouth: "My concubine, Yang Boming... has no chance to serve the East Palace of the Ji... Now the soul returns... sue for injustice and debt!!"

Wu Minzhi's pupils shrank suddenly, his face turned pale, his lips moved feebly, and he squeezed out a few words: "You... Yang...how could it be..."

Shu San in bloody clothes also began to tremble, as if because of such a tragic inner scandal, his tone became weird and distorted: "I did all kinds of karma in my life, and I will be charged with crimes after my death...Wu Minzhi, after you die, my concubine will live with you every day." Eat your flesh, sleep your skin... let you suffer the torment of the eighteen levels of hell, endlessly..."

Wu Minzhi retreated to the bed step by step, but hissed: "No, you should go to Li Hong, that Li Hong who was weak and incompetent since he was a child, why is he the prince, and I am not better than him in any way, just because I voted for a good one. If he was born, he is destined to inherit this ten thousand li country? Why!!"

He retreated to the side of the couch and roared: "I can't take away his country, at least I can take his woman, Mrs. Yang, you go to Li Hong, it's all his fault! Yes, it's all his fault!!"

Bloody Shu San was trembling all over, almost collapsing, but when the thunder sounded outside, she suddenly disappeared.

Wu Minzhi stared blankly at the messy room, before reacting, he raised his head in shock: "Again?"

A blood-clothed woman who was much shorter walked over with her feet on the ground and blood marks at every step.

"Miss Wu?"

Wu Minzhi was exhausted, stretched out his hand to fish, but didn't grab the sword, and said unwillingly: "That's all for Mrs. Yang, you lowly whores, are you worthy to come to me for your life?"

Whether Mrs. Shu San is dead or not, he is still not sure. It is very likely that she was hidden by a servant who is greedy for beauty, but this Mrs. Wu must have been beaten to death.

He would rather die at the hands of Mrs. Yang than at the hands of a Duzhi lady.

However, the next moment, Mrs. Wu spoke, and said in an old but gentle tone: "Minzhi, I'm grandma, I'm back to see you!"

Wu Minzhi froze suddenly.

He was like a clay sculpture, motionless.

"what--!!"

After ten full breaths, he let out a scream that didn't sound like a human voice, and crawled into the quilt on the couch.

Facing the wronged souls of Mrs. Su San and Mrs. Wu, Wu Minzhi is not afraid. The lives of these lowly people are not fate in his eyes. Even if they come back to take revenge, they are not worthy.

Facing Yang's wronged soul, Wu Minzhi loses his composure and roars angrily, but still speaks plausibly, and actually blames the prince.

But in the end, when the old voice sounded, even if it wasn't Mrs. Rong Guo's voice, even if it was just a short sentence, he broke the defense directly.

Desperately hide in the bedding.

But the old voice still sounded outside, pervasive, piercing into the ears.

The world in front of me went out directly.

In a daze, he seemed to have returned to Grandma's wet embrace.

The skin full of wrinkles and spots, and the old body odor that can't be concealed by the fragrance of Buddha, rushed towards his face.

Surrounding him constantly, suffocating him.

From the age of thirteen, a full fifteen years.

"I'm already Zhou Guogong...I won't serve you anymore...Old man, you are dead...Why do you want to come back!!"

Wu Minzhi kept rolling and screaming desperately, his voice was hoarse.

Until a few trembling hands pulled him out: "Duke! Duke!"

The light reappeared, and the candle was rekindled.

Wu Minzhi looked at the slaves carefully surrounding him, and moaned, "Dream? A dream?"

But when he lowered his head, bloody handprints were all on the bedding that came into view.

Grandma still came back to see him.

Wu Minzhi's eyes turned white, and he fell backwards.

(End of this chapter)