After waking up, the supernatural boss was pampered by his wife

Chapter 90 The Secret of the Village
"Why are you doing this?"

An Muxue asked coldly, she didn't want to hide anything anymore, but she didn't want Zhao Wenman to know that she had recovered her memory so quickly, so she could only test it step by step.

"I found you really interesting." Zhao Wenman folded his hands on his chest, and his tone was full of contempt, "You are slandering me as a murderer without evidence, be careful I will sue you for slander."

"But my intuition has always told me that you are the murderer who killed Xiaojie."

"Cut..." Zhao Wenman said coldly, his expression extremely arrogant, "Intuition, is intuition worth anything? It can still be used as evidence. Why don't you take me to court and tell the judge that I act on intuition?" Is it? I'm not afraid of being laughed at by others."

An Muxue's eyes suddenly gathered coldness, her white fists were stretched with blue veins, she forcibly suppressed the explosive desire in her heart, stared at Zhao Wenman fiercely and said, "It's better that this matter has nothing to do with you, if you are really the murderer , I will never let you go."

When the words fell, An Muxue was about to turn around and leave, but Zhao Wenman suddenly called her back, "Do you really think of yourself as the savior? You spend all day thinking about complaining about this injustice and that, but what about Xie Xin'an? Who is in charge?"

When Xie Xin'an was mentioned, An Muxue's heart sank, accompanied by a faint pain.

When he turned around, he had regained his composure, frowning, "Who is Xie Xin'an?"

In a word, Zhao Wenman, who asked, was furious, clenched his fist, and came to An Muxue in an instant like lightning. He waved his palm and wanted to hit her on the cheek, but the palm of her hand was less than five feet away from An Muxue's skin. At a distance of centimeters, he suddenly stopped.

An Muxue didn't react at all, just stood quietly in front of her like this, already thinking in her heart that if the slap fell, she would bear it like this, after all, she owed it to her.

It is well known that Zhao Wenman likes Xie Xin'an, and Xie Xing'an died for her, how could she not owe her.

Zhao Wenman's face was cold, and there were ripples in his eyes. She looked at An Muxue in disbelief. She couldn't believe that she really forgot Xie Xin'an so completely. He was a man who had liked her for 7 years.

Even if he gave his life for her, it was still so ordinary in her eyes.

The atmosphere was stiff and breezy.

The slap never fell.

From this moment on, Zhao Wenman completely didn't want to see An Muxue anymore.

She put away her slap and turned to leave. Looking at the lonely and cold back, An Muxue felt a little uneasy.

She saw too many things from this back, helplessness, sadness and pain, but what kind of belief made her become what she is now?I'm afraid she knows best.

In the early morning of the next day, An Muxue was awakened by a hasty knock on the door before she got up.

When the door opened, I saw Zhou Pushu standing anxiously at the door, out of breath, with a very ugly expression.

"Something...something happened."

When the words fell, Ye Chuang who lived opposite also opened the door.

Before the words came out, Fu Yunting in the house made a sound.

"what happened?"

Zhou Pushu was startled, and two bodyguards who were guarding outside came in.

"Master, Mrs. Yan has hanged herself."

"What?" An Muxue was shocked, she never expected that things would develop to this point.

Ye Chuang's expression suddenly became very ugly. Zhou Pushu tugged on his sleeves and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "This is not the most important thing. The main thing is that Mrs. Yan hanged herself on the big willow tree at the entrance of the village. She is not reconciled. Ah, I want to turn myself into a ghost to take revenge on you."

An Muxue, "..."

I find it incredible, in what age, why do people still believe in ghosts and gods?
Besides, Zhou Pushu is an intellectual in the village, so he is so afraid of this matter.

"Ghosts and gods scare people. There are no ghosts in the world." Ye Chuang walked out of the room, looked at Zhou Pushu and comforted him, "I heard that you are still a teacher in the county town, how can you believe these things?"

Zhou Pushu's expression was uneasy, he glanced at the appearance of everyone not believing him, his eyes rolled back and forth anxiously, his hands were clenched together without any mistakes, and the blood was gone.

An Muxue saw Zhou Pushu's unspeakable concealment, and winked at Ye Chuang.

Ye Chuang understood, patted Zhou Pushu's shoulder and continued, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, how about it, let's talk slowly in the room."

Fu Yunting was unable to move, but he still wanted to find out the truth of the incident blindly, so several people gathered in their room again.

Zhou Pushu looked uneasy, his face was extremely pale and ugly, An Muxue had never seen him so nervous.

"What's going on? Could it be that the old willow tree at the entrance of the village has something to say?"

An Muxue asked out her doubts, she also had memories of that old willow tree.

When he woke up at Mrs. Yan's house, Xiaojie took her out to see the old willow tree.

Xiaojie told her that the old willow tree is the patron saint of the village. It has a history of thousands of years. The heart of admiration for the willow tree, people come to make offerings to the old willow tree every festival.

Over time, this old willow tree has become the god of faith in the whole village.

Including when Xiaojie's elder brother left home to go to school not long ago, Mrs. Yan even came here to pay respects.

But no matter how you say it is just an old tree, why does it make Zhou Pushu so uneasy?
"That's the god in our village." Zhou Pushu's tone trembled, "It has a history of thousands of years. To tell you the truth, our village has continued to the present because of this old willow tree. In our eyes, it Not only God, but also our dependence, until 5 years ago, when my father spoke out to let the children in the village go to school, it changed everything before."

Zhou Pushu said anxiously, picked up the teacup and took a sip of water, "I am different from ordinary children. My father is the village chief. It is the hope of the whole village that I go to school, but how can ordinary children bear the burden?" She could bear this responsibility, so Aunt Yan went to pray to Lao Liushu with other villagers, hoping that their children could also walk out of the mountains.

Later, their wishes came true, but my father did say that the old willow god entrusted him with a dream, saying that to let their children go to school, they must use blood to worship it. Every July [-]th, Yan My sister-in-law and several other parents of school children would sacrifice a bowl of blood to Old Willow. "

"This is too absurd." An Muxue frowned deeply, "Since the old willow tree is a god, it should let it bless you. Why did you let you bleed?"

(End of this chapter)