My wife kills me because she has me in her heart!

Chapter 2 He is reborn
  "Mrs. Zhao, may I ask where this hairpin comes from?"

Yan Conngling picked up the wishful golden hairpin that fell to the ground.

The white rat was still squeaking excitedly, trying to climb up her trouser legs, and was finally put back into his pocket by her senior brother.

"This is what I carried in my dressing box when I got married. It should have been a dowry from one of my sisters."

Madam Zhao thought about it seriously, "I really like it. It's been here for so many years."

Ning Mingche frowned and was about to say something else.

Suddenly there was an exclamation from outside, and a young boy ran in in panic and stumbled to the ground.

"Madam! Something is seriously wrong, madam!"

"The eldest, the eldest young master just died after drinking flower wine in the Flower House!"

"Son, my son..." Standing at the end of the crowd, a pretty and gorgeously dressed aunt rolled her eyes and almost fainted on the spot.

Mrs. Zhao was also stunned for a long time, "The eldest young master was so good that he drank to death?"

He only had one daughter, Zhao Wen'er.

In the name of having a successor, the husband took a bunch of women into the backyard.

But I don’t know if the Zhao family was cursed or something happened. Even so, apart from her, there was only one other Aunt Cheng who gave birth to a son, and everything else was fruitless.

Aunt Cheng was originally brought up by the girl from the first marriage, and she had an old relationship with Mr. Zhao.

After getting such a unique and precious eyeball, his status has increased even more, and the walls of his house can be blown down by the wind when he walks.

In the eyes of his mother and son, the Zhao family is just a piece of meat that will fall into their mouths sooner or later.

"Yes Yes……"

The boy was shivering violently.

As soon as the master left, the young master disappeared again...

"Master Biao has already sent someone to bring the body back, and it is parked outside now..."

Aunt Cheng pushed away the maid who was supporting her and ran out like a madman with her hairpin in disarray.

"Auntie? Auntie!!"

"Let's go and have a look too."

Yue Lingheng grabbed one of them with one hand and followed him outside the hospital.

The accident for the eldest young master of the Zhao family was so sudden that he was carried back with a door panel even after he died. Lying there with his clothes open, he could still smell an unpleasant smell of alcohol mixed with powder.

The moon-white clothes on the side are eye-catching.

The tall young man holds a landscape folding fan with a piece of mutton-fat jade hanging from the end. The hair, which is so black that it turns blue and is almost enchanting, is loosely held up with a hair tie of the same color.

A pair of slender eyes are slightly raised, and the lips are bright red.

It was clearly a cool outfit, but it was like a black and white painting splashed with bright colors, which inexplicably aroused people's hearts.

Yan Conling only paused and then looked away.

"That's a distant relative of Aunt Cheng's natal family..."

Miss Zhao, who had been silent before, came over and explained to her in a low voice, "They don't look alike at all, right? I heard that when he came over that day and said he wanted to study with his brother, Aunt Cheng stayed there for a long time... "

To be fair, Aunt Cheng is also a beauty.

But compared with the young people in front of me, it is a qualitative leap.

And with a face like this, it’s probably hard to refuse.

"Vicious woman! I should have known better!"

With trembling hands, Aunt Cheng touched her son's cold face with tears in her eyes. Her eyes were painful and bleeding, and she glared at Mrs. Zhao fiercely and said, "I have known for a long time that my son is a thorn in your side, and you must have killed him!"

"Now that my son is gone and the Zhao family's incense is gone, what should I do in the future?"

The young man Ning Mingche was outspoken and couldn't help but say, "Isn't there Miss Zhao?"

His second senior brother bumped his back.

It is difficult for an upright official to stop household affairs. "Your son goes out to drink wine by himself, do you still expect me to take care of it for you?" Mrs. Zhao also got angry.

Aunt Cheng had always given her a lot of stumbling blocks in the past, and now she wanted to put such a huge pot of human life on her head.

"Only now do you remember that I am the matron of the house? The year before last, he robbed the daughter of a common man and beat his father to death. I said that I wanted to send him to the government to give him an explanation. How did you complain to the master? And the year before last, he was on the street Riding the horse..."

The more Mrs. Zhao talked about it, the more she became angry.

"I think our Zhao family's luck may have failed like this!"

While the two were arguing, Yan Conling stepped forward to check on the body.

As she thought.

The cause of young master Zhao's death was the same as his father's, which was that he was drained of his essence and blood by the fox demon.

He killed two people from the Zhao family in succession, and they were both men. It was obviously not a simple hunt.

Pulling out a pair of gloves as thin as cicada wings and putting them on, she pinched along the stiff arms of the corpse. When she was about to grope down, she suddenly felt a strong gaze from behind.

Yan Conling turned her face sideways and bumped into him.

The other party seemed to have just reacted, and looked away with some confusion.

Have they seen it?
  Why this reaction?

Yan Conling frowned slightly and quickly focused on the corpse again.

She is serious and strict at work to the point of paranoia, and does not like to be disturbed by other factors. This is one of the reasons why the Demon Suppression Division directly included her and even reused her as soon as she came out of the army.

This young master is used to sleeping in flowers and sleeping in willows. He slept in the flower building last night.

The time of death should be a little longer than that of his father, but it is still enough for a monster to run in both directions.

Therefore, she guessed that she acted alone.

"Were you there last night?"

This was what she asked the young man.

"No, I never go to the land of fireworks."

He answered quickly, almost subconsciously.

Yan Conling finally raised her head to look at him, and then she noticed that there was a little cinnabar pressed under the end of the other person's eyes... as red as blood.

There is no time to admire the beauty when business is at hand.

Yan Conling asked again, "Where is the personal servant who followed him last night?"

Lou Qixue pointed for her.

The other hand behind his back was shaking violently.

The girl had turned around, and the hair rope with bells hanging on her back was swaying in the wind, but she didn't make any sound.

The petite figure gradually overlapped with the face in the previous life that never had warmth in its eyes.

It was as thin and cold as the snow that never melted on the top of the mountain, quenching his blood and uncovering the lingering emotions he had been deceiving himself for the past few years, revealing his cruel heart.

Yan Conling didn't care about him at all.

When she pierced her heart with a sword, her hands didn't even shake, let alone shed tears.

At that time, his expression was so calm, as if he would sit under the diamond-patterned window after getting up in the morning, looking at the cases, and waiting for him to cook.

Lou Qixue is a demon.

But he followed a demon hunter for hundreds of years.

After a hundred years of marriage, apart from not being able to conceive a child, he even took out his heart in the end!

How could she be so callous? !
  The pain of being torn apart had long since disappeared along with the body in his previous life, but the moment he saw Yan Conngling again, it was still like sparks rekindling, burning along his heart to his limbs.

Even the internal organs are aching.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He wished he could show his sharp teeth right then and there and chew the person in front of him alive, so that his flesh and blood could be completely fused together.

(End of this chapter)