palm surgery

Chapter 50
A Taoist priest is good at using a knife, which is enough to make He Lingjiang suspect him.

What's more, just after Xuanyang gave her the bottle of ointment using Centella asiatica, she smelled the smell of Centella asiatica on Feng Liulang's body.

He Lingjiang was almost certain that Xuanyang was telling her frankly that he was the one who killed He Qiniang and the one who performed the seven-star life-changing technique on He Ziyu.

He Lingjiang didn't know when he noticed him, after she evoked He Ziyu's spell, or after she revved the spell for He Xiangshan?
Or even earlier, in the morning when she climbed out of the chaotic forest and soil and returned to the He Mansion?

A person who was clearly dead, but jumped up and down in the blink of an eye, how could he not be suspicious?

Afterwards, He Xiangshan's machine-pulling spell was released, and everything was beyond his expectations.

If there is any difference between He Fu and the past, it is only He Lingjiang.

Therefore, He Ziyu was hit by a technique and his soul was detained, but it was just a trial by him.

If he succeeds, he will take the life of the only male in the long room.

While He Lingjiang was leading the snake out of the hole, why weren't they testing her?

She looked at the sky, it was already half past nine.

He Lingjiang sighed inwardly, looked across Xuan Yang to Shi Hou: "It's half past time, I have already brought the money coupons as promised, haven't the second uncle and the Taoist master handed over the fourth uncle?"

There was a deep laughter from the queen, and one person walked out with his hands behind his back: "Ling Jiang is really smart, and he even guessed that the second uncle was also there."

After laughing, he couldn't help but wonder: "When did you doubt me?"

"From the first time I saw you." He Lingjiang looked at him.Even at this time, he still looks like a gentleman and a literati, as if he was discussing where the chess piece would fall.

"The first side?" He Xiancheng was stunned, and then there was a faint pain and regret in his heart, the real He Qi Niangzi was no longer there.

"You mean, when you disappeared and returned to the He Mansion, when I went to see you?"

He Xiancheng was puzzled and frowned slightly: "Is it so early? Where did I show my flaws?"

He Lingjiang said: "I had an accident that day, and my mother was afraid that I would be persecuted by gangsters and needed to calm down and digest my mind. After I refused to see a doctor, she made it clear to everyone in the house that I should not disturb my rest."

She narrowed her eyes: "He Erlang is the only one who will go straight to my yard to see me as soon as you come back from your post."

He Xiancheng raised his eyebrows: "I'm just concerned about you, what's there to doubt?"

The corners of He Lingjiang's lips curled slightly, and he sneered disdainfully: "When you come back from the dead, there are two types of people in this world who will care about you the most. One is your relatives, and the other is yours. Enemy. Who does Lord Erlang feel he belongs to?"

She turned her head slightly and looked at He Xiancheng: "If you really care about me, you should know that I must be in a bad mood right now, and will only care for company silently, why do you have to see me with your own eyes?"

He Xiancheng sighed inwardly, because he was anxious: "I made you doubt it from the beginning..."

"That time, it was just a suspicion in my heart. Then, you looked for me to play chess, and you were tempted everywhere in your words, and there was that magic talisman, which made me sure that the death of He Qi Niangzi has nothing to do with you. ."

He Xiancheng sighed, and there seemed to be grief in his tone: "It's my fault that Jiang died. If I hadn't been careful and exposed my whereabouts, she would have seen people she shouldn't see and heard things she shouldn't have heard. I won't die just like that."

He looked at the familiar face in front of him, his eyes were slightly cold, and he said, "I'm really sorry for Ling Jiang, but you shouldn't take over her body as a lonely ghost from nowhere!"

He Lingjiang Wenyan snorted coldly, and his tone was full of disdain: "Master Erlang claims to love He Qiniangzi the most, but in the end you pushed her into a desperate situation? Or don't you want to make such a righteous statement? It's disgusting to watch."

"Do your words and actions at this moment really grieve for Mrs. He Qi, or do you blame me, a lonely soul who appeared out of nowhere, for ruining your years of planning?" Her words were loud, as if knocking on people's hearts.

He Xiancheng was stabbed in the sore spot, and his eyes couldn't help showing a bit of anger, and he was still to argue, but He Lingjiang ignored him, but looked at Xuan Yang: "When does Guan Zhu plan to hand over my fourth uncle? "

"Fourth Uncle?" Xuan Yang raised his eyebrows slightly, "He Qi Niang shouted very kindly. I just don't know which lone ghost is in this body, does everyone in the He family recognize you?"

"This will save the Daoist's troubles. Guanzhu is so procrastinating, do you want to delay it until the sun comes out, and then come to deal with me?"

"He Qi Niangzi knew, but dared to come alone, which is admired by the poor."

He Lingjiang looked at the sky, his expression was as usual, and he only said coldly: "I don't have the consciousness and righteousness to die alone. Since I dare to come, I am ready, and I am not afraid of the delay of the spectator."

Xuan Yang smiled when he heard the words: "Pin Dao doesn't do anything unprepared. Since he has to delay until the sunrise, he must leave He Qi Niangzi behind."

"So, the spectator is unwilling to let people go now?"

"Naturally don't let it go." Xuan Yang said leisurely, "So, can He Qiniang go down the mountain?"

He Lingjiang spread his hands, and smiled with a bit of helplessness: "Since I'm here, there is no reason to return empty-handed. What's more, the Guanzhu and He Erlang will not let me down easily, right?"

Xuanyang stroked his palm: "He Qiniang is really smart."

He Lingjiang ignored the sarcasm in his words and said, "Since that's the case, let me first see if the person is safe. Is it feasible?"

"Of course." Xuan Yang and He Xiancheng nodded slightly, and He Xiancheng re-entered the stone and dragged Poet He out.

I saw Poet He was bound with his hands and feet, with a cotton towel stuffed in his mouth, and his refreshing moon-white robes had already been covered with mud and grass, making them filthy.

After seeing He Lingjiang, his eyes lit up and then dimmed.

The girl in front of her is not her own niece, the arrogant and wanton He Qi Niangzi is no longer there.

When He Lingjiang saw his description, he knew that he had listened to his conversation with He Xiancheng and Xuanyang before, and couldn't help sighing.

She asked softly, "Fourth uncle, are you okay? Where is the injury?"

He Xiancheng took off the cotton towel from his mouth and said in a gentle, kind-hearted tone: "Fourth brother, look, our good niece is caring about you."

Poet He moved his sore mouth, which was stuffed with the face towel, and then said, "I'm fine, so..."

Speaking of this, he froze again.

Poet He lowered his eyes and said, "You...don't worry."

He Lingjiang nodded: "It's fine."

He Xiancheng couldn't help sneering: "If the fourth brother wants to be fine, I'm afraid it will be a little difficult."

He lightly patted Poet He's cheek: "You now know the secrets of me and her. Later, if we win, you won't survive, she won, and it will be difficult for you to survive."

"The fourth brother, relying on being the eldest son of the family, and being favored by his father and elder brother, has done it for more than 20 years. Did he ever think that he would end up like this in the end?"

(End of this chapter)