In ancient times, I made a fortune by copying my family

The more you are afraid of something, the more you will come.

Huang was praying desperately to God in her heart, don't let anyone find her hair bun.

But at this time, the Taoist's voice sounded.

"Zhao Jianghai, come and see what this is?"

Following the position of Taoist nun's finger, everyone quickly found something stuck in the neck bone on the right side of the corpse.

Zhao Jianghai pulled it a few times with his hands and soon discovered that it was a yellow hairpin.

Zhao Jianghai recognized at a glance that this hairpin was given to Huang by his second brother.Although the hairpin is made of copper, it is plated with gold.

His wife once saw Huang wearing this hairpin and was envious in her heart. After returning home, she complained that he was a piece of wood, and no second brother would love his wife.

In order to appease his wife, Zhao Jianghai had no choice but to buy a hairpin of similar style.

Zhao Jianghai's heart was as cold as an ice cube, his second brother was heartbroken to Huang, and would rather save money for her to buy jewelry for her.

But Huang actually used this hairpin to kill his second brother.

Seeing this hairpin, Huang's heart flustered terribly. Seeing Zhao Jianghai's gloomy face, she hurriedly said, "Brother, don't get me wrong. I gave him this hairpin before Yishan delivered the goods to the south. Think about it." Keep it as a thought for him, and second, if he is inconvenient, he can sell this hairpin and exchange it for silver to spend."

Ling Chu almost laughed angrily at Huang's thick skin.

"Zhao Jianghai, your second brother said that Huang has been taking good care of him since he married him, so you must not misunderstand her."

Zhao Jianghai frowned, with a puzzled look on his face, what did Taoist nun mean by this?
Ling Chu didn't explain, but said, "Zhao Yishan asked me to tell you, if you don't understand, go to his house and have a look, and you will understand everything."

At first, Huang didn't understand why the Taoist nun suddenly spoke for her, but when she heard that she asked Zhao Jianghai to go to the house, she suddenly felt uneasy.

Although Zhao Jianghai still didn't understand Ling Chu's meaning, he knew that the Taoist nun found the second brother's body and she helped to dig it out.

He decided to go to his second brother's house first to have a look.

Huang didn't want Zhao Jianghai to come to her house, so Zhao Jianghai gave her a cold look, and picked up Zhao Dabao who was next to him.

Huang didn't expect Zhao Jianghai to use her son as a threat, so she subconsciously looked at Zhao Dingcai.

However, Zhao Dingcai ignored him and instead wanted to sneak away quietly while no one was paying attention.

Ling Chu had been on guard against him for a long time, and with a wave of his hand, the little hammer smashed past him.

Zhao Dingcai knelt down on the ground with a bang, grinning his teeth in pain.

Zhao Jianghai sneered and roughly pushed Zhao Dabao in his arms to his wife Feng.

He strode forward, grabbed Zhao Dingcai by the collar, roughly pulled him up, and escorted him to Zhao Yishan's house.

Zhao Dingcai wanted to resist, but he had a gentle appearance and was no match for the tall and powerful Zhao Jianghai.

Huang's expression changed, and she soon smiled again, wanting to take Zhao Dabao back from her sister-in-law Feng, but Feng ignored her.

He snorted through his nasal cavity, turned around and left with Zhao Dabao in his arms.

Concerned about her son, Huang could only endure the uneasiness and followed.

A group of people moved from Sun's house to Zhao Yishan's house not far away.

Seeing that Zhao Yishan had calmed down, Ling Chu took back the talisman on his body.

Zhao Yishan knew that she was helping him, so he lost all resentment in his heart and followed the group of people back to his home honestly.

Standing in front of the gate, Zhao Yishan was angry and sad.

This house was built with the money he worked so hard to save, but now he can't get in.

Ling Chu saw at a glance that Huang had pasted ghost and evil charms on his house, no wonder Zhao Yishan couldn't go home to seek revenge on her.

With a wave of his hand, he put the talisman away.

Zhao Jianghai, "Mr. Huang, open the door."

Mrs. Huang touched her sleeves a few times casually, with a troubled expression on her face, "Brother, the key... I can't find the key." Wiping his face with a handkerchief, he begged, "Brother, put Yishan's bones first. Is it alright..." Bang!
A sudden loud noise interrupted Huang's words.

Everyone turned their heads in unison.

The big lock that had just been hung on the door was gone.

Ling Chu took back the small hammer calmly, pushed the door open and walked in.

Zhao Yishan's puppet soul was already waiting inside, and seeing her come in, he immediately led her to the backyard.

"Dig here." Ling Chu pointed to a corner of the wall.

Huang's face was pale, fear made her legs weak.

Several neighbors found a hoe, but dug it up in a while.

Seeing a large pile of medicinal residues buried underneath, Zhao Jianghai asked Huang with a dark face, "What is this?"

Huang's bite the bullet, "Brother, this is the leftovers of the medicine I usually drink to keep my body healthy."

Ling Chu glanced at her and said coolly, "This is the medicine Huang prepared to replenish Zhao Yishan's health after entering the house, but in fact it is the medicine for killing children."

Everyone was stunned. After entering the door, Mrs. Huang has been tricking Zhao Yishan into drinking the potion?
So, none of Huang's three children belonged to Zhao Yishan?

Huang yelled at Ling Chu with a pale face, "Nonsense, don't wrong people."

"Whether you wronged someone or not, you can find a doctor to check it. Oh, yes, there are still a few packs of medicine that are not used up, and you hid them in the bamboo basket in the utility room."

Huang's eyes stared at Ling Chu with both fear and deep resentment.

"Bitch, dead nun, I have no grievances with you, why did you frame me? Ruined my life, what good will it do you!"

Huang scrambled towards Ling Chu, but she sent her flying with a hammer.

"I framed you? You bought this baby-killing medicine from Baicao Pavilion. The guy surnamed Feng who dispensed the medicine for you is in the same family as Feng Quan, the worker at Zhao Dingcai's silk and satin shop.

The clothes and shoes that Zhao Dingcai is wearing are all made by you, and there are two boxes of clothes, shoes and socks specially prepared for him in your bedroom.

How, do I need to go on? "

Zhao Jianghai quickly led people to find the medicine bag in the utility room, and dragged two large wooden boxes out of Huang's bedroom.

"Brother, don't listen to that nun's nonsense, I prepared these clothes for Yishan."

Feng yelled at her, "You think we are stupid, we can't see that these clothes, shoes and socks are exactly the same as those worn by Zhao Dingcai, and the stitches are exactly the same? And the second brother is taller and fatter than him, how can you argue .”

Zhao Jianghai was so angry that he slapped Huang's face with his palm, "My second brother is so devoted to you. You took care of him so carefully. You are a poisonous woman with a vicious heart. I can't overdo it."

"Zhao Yishan's last wish is to divorce his wife and let her leave the Zhao family with three children."

This is not because Ling Chu wants to let Huang and Zhao Dingcai go.

It was Zhao Yishan who begged her to cast a small spell just now. He wrote a letter and sent it to Zhao Dingcai's wife, Tong.

Let Huang die, it is too cheap for her.He poured out his heart and soul to Huang, but Huang killed him for Zhao Dingcai.

Zhao Dingcai's wife is not a good person, let him see how the Huang family suffers under her hands!

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