The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 909 Kill her

"Snapped--"

Crisp applause sounded in the room.

Xie Zhifei was startled and rushed into the house.

The woman's trembling hand froze in mid-air. She seemed not to have expected that this slap was coming from her.

The next moment, her hand grabbed the man's shirt and shook it hard.

"Zheng Huantang, you bully others, and you bully me one by one."

Madness suddenly appeared in her eyes, "That's my son, I gave birth to him, I raised him, why can't I disturb him?"

Zheng Huantang's face showed no expression except for five fingerprints.

"Eight years ago, you took away my daughter, and now you are going to take away my son... Don't even think about it, I won't agree to it. My son is mine, mine, mine!" "

Zheng Huantang stood there dumbly, looking at the crazy woman in front of him. His lips moved a few times, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

He smiled self-deprecatingly, then waved away the woman's hand and strode out of the wing.

The woman's hands had no support, and she fell slumped on the bamboo couch, tears falling silently one by one.

Xie Zhifei slowly squatted down, put one hand on her knee, and wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes with the other.

Even though he knew she couldn't feel it, he still wiped it carefully.

As he rubbed it, Xie Zhifei suddenly thought that if Lu Shi and Tang Zhiwei got married, if they also took in the orphan of the late prince, if they were also trapped in Haitang Courtyard...

Will they also live like this?

Will they eventually fall apart step by step?

Xie Zhifei felt very sad.

Therefore, his tears also flowed down.

Outside the window, a full moon still hung on the trees.

The moonlight didn't know whether it was right or wrong, and it lightly illuminated the lonely man in the courtyard, and also illuminated the mother and son who were crying silently in the side room.

I don't know how long it took, but Zhao Qingyun suddenly stood up from the bamboo couch as if he had been scalded by boiling water. He took off his coat, shoes and socks, spread his hair, and fell asleep on the bed in the most charming posture.

She took a nap and glanced towards the door;
Sleep a little longer and watch a few more times;

It seemed that the next moment, the man would walk in from the door, lie down next to her, hold her in his arms, and whisper love words into her ear softly.

Every quarrel ends like this.

It's a pity that when she waited for her child, there was no sign of the man.

Ms. Zhao suddenly sat up, her chest rising and falling at the same time, her back molars grinding loudly.

After a while, the "clucking" sound stopped abruptly.

She stood up, walked to the door, opened it, and walked to the backyard.

She didn't wear shoes, and her feet stepped on the bluestone tiles step by step. Xie Zhifei felt like his scalp was being lifted.

Mother, mother, what are you going to do?
He quickly chased after her and stopped Zhao in front of her with his hand.

Zhao's body passed through his body, and while pushing the door open, she turned and entered Huaiyou's room.

Xie Zhifei was stunned.

The room was very quiet.

Mrs. Zhao walked over slowly and hung up the curtain.

On the bed, Huaiyou was lying on his back obediently, with his little hands on his chest, and a gray handkerchief in the palm of his right hand.

The handkerchief is from Huaizuo, with patterns embroidered by Zhao stitch by stitch.

The moment Zhao saw the veil, her eyes showed resentment and hatred.

Why?
Why should she use the handkerchief she embroidered stitch by stitch to coax this girl to sleep?

"It's all because of you... If it weren't for you... my Mingyue would not go to the nunnery. I am the upright fifth grandmother of the Zheng family. Our husband and wife will never be separated...

I don’t know how happy and happy our family of four is... I don’t know how much others envy me... You go to hell... I want you to die... I don’t want you to die... Good death! "

At the same time as the word "death" came out of her mouth, her shaved fingers pinched the slender neck, and her black hair fell down like a waterfall.

Xiao Huaiyou, who was sleeping, sensed something was wrong, and while struggling violently, he opened his eyes suddenly.

"elder brother……"

Huaiyou's instinctive desire to survive made Huaiyou struggle more and more fiercely, and he screamed with difficulty.

Mrs. Zhao was startled by the sound, let go of her hand, and suddenly pulled out the handkerchief in her hand.

As the black hair fell down, Zhao suppressed her whole body, and her hands and handkerchief simultaneously suppressed Huaiyou's mouth and nose.

Thousands of arrows pierced the heart.

Xie Zhifei rushed over, grabbed Zhao with his hands, and shouted heartbreakingly:

"Mom, let go, let go quickly... You can't do this, let go... Let me go, let me go..." Humans and ghosts have different paths.

Who can hear him shout?
Zhao's hands were covering her more and more tightly, with a ferocious expression on her face as if she was possessed by a ghost. She didn't even hear the sound of fighting coming from the front yard.

At this moment, Xiao Huaiyou suddenly stopped struggling.

Her clear eyes slowly opened, then opened wider again, staring blankly at the person pressing on her, motionless.

Why don't you move?

Xiaoyou, why don't you move?

Xiaoyou, you struggle, you move, I beg you to move... please move quickly!

Zhang Tianxing will be back soon!

Move quickly, so you can survive!

People and ghosts have different ways.

Who can hear him shout?

Zheng Huaiyou opened his eyes quietly, his dark pupils a little confused, a little enlightened, and a little sad.

Xie Zhifei was waving his hands beside the bed like a madman.

Zheng Huaiyou, please move!
Move!

I beg you to move!

Huaiyou still didn't move, a tear slipped from the corner of her eye. At the same time, the light in the black pupils slowly dissipated, little by little...

Finally turned into nothingness.

Xie Zhifei bent his legs, knelt down beside the bed, and stretched out his hand tremblingly, trying to grasp the thin little hand with his big palm.

Can't hold it.

I can't hold it no matter what.

At this time, a strand of Zhao's long hair slipped from Huaiyou's face, and Xie Zhifei's pupils suddenly shrank.

"Brother, what do you smell like? Why does it smell so good?"

"Mom just hugged me and got some of her hair oil on me."

"It smells like osmanthus, it smells really good!"

"It smells so good, it smelt me ​​to death."

"Nonsense, it just smells good, it just smells good."

"Yes, yes, yes, whatever you say is what it is."

"Mom, you can give me a hug anytime. In this way... I will smell like osmanthus."

"What's the problem? I'll steal my mother's hair oil to you later and let you put some on your body."

"It's different, that's different."

are different.

That's the unique smell of my mother!

Xie Zhifei burst into tears!
The thin little hand dropped down feebly, and the door was pushed open with a bang.

"Little master!"

Zhang Tianxing threw the unconscious man on his shoulder to the ground, rushed to the bed like crazy, and pushed Zhao to the side hard.

He touched Huaiyou's breath with his fingers and took half a step back in shock, then put his hand on her pulse again.

"Little master—"

He held her in his arms in despair, like he was holding some peerless treasure.

He hugged her and let go, turning his face to look at Zhao who was huddled in the corner.

Mrs. Zhao was frightened by the sudden appearance of this person.

"It wasn't me who killed her, it wasn't me...it wasn't me...she forced me..."

Zhang Tianxing's hands rose and fell.

Zhao's body softened and she slowly fell down.

Zhang Tianxing quickly carried his little master on his shoulders, and placed the two unconscious people beside the bed in a sleeping position, then picked up the fire folding book and lit the candle.

As he turned around, the candlestick fell...

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Although the scenes in these two chapters are all in my mind, it is too difficult to express them in words, so it is even later today.

There are six chapters in total in The Underworld, 1 words, and the more I write, the more hurtful I become, and the more I write, the more painful it becomes.

Really, I never want to write about such a tragedy again!
(End of this chapter)