The daily life of the devil's wife

Chapter 507 Zhuojiazhuang secrets (2)

Standing up slowly, Zhuo Hao really wanted to rush forward.

But before he took a step, Jun Moli raised his hand to stop him: "Don't worry, wait a little longer."

"Miss Jun, what are you waiting for?"

"Wait for how he will kill your whole family, tell the whole story!"

"What... what?"

His eyes widened in surprise, Zhuo Hao couldn't believe his ears.

He looked at Jun Moli, then turned his head to look at the dense fog that could not be blown away by the wind, his eyes flickering non-stop.

The head of the family killed his whole family, how is this possible?

"Brother, I have envied you since I was a child to be born in the eldest son of Zhuo's family and to be the eldest son of Zhuo's manor. But envy is envy, but I never thought of killing you."

In the mist, the old man narrowed his eyes slightly, his fists were exerting force, and his knuckles were slightly white: "But, when I came out of the small dark room and heard that you were going to marry the woman I love, I swore that I would take it back." Everything that belongs to me!"

Looking at the white mist for a moment, the old man suddenly turned into a side courtyard.

The side courtyard is full of flowers and plants, and the breeze brings a fragrance.

Zhuo Hao walked forward slowly, opened the door and entered, he quickly passed over the tables and chairs, and saw a man in green shirt standing in front of a pear wood bed.

"Zhuo Wei, what are you doing?"

"Patriarch, do you still remember those thirty lashes? I endured it for so many years, and finally waited for the day of revenge."

Standing in front of the bed, Zhuo Wei stared at the former Patriarch lying on the bed with a sick face, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his smile was cold and bloodthirsty.

Raising his hand, he put a piece of oiled paper into the water.

The former head of the family watched in horror as he slowly picked up the soaked oil stain, brought it to him in a leisurely manner, and covered it in front of him.

Raising his hand tremblingly, he tore off the oil paper covering his face: "Come on, come on!"

"Come here?" Looking at the former Patriarch lying on the bed, Zhuo Wei squinted his eyes in displeasure: "I'm afraid you don't know that more than half of the guards in Zhuo's Manor are mine. Do you think they will listen to you?"

After saying that, the patient lying on the bed stared at him in disbelief, as if he wanted to get up on the bed and tear the person in front of him bit by bit.

However, he had been ill for too long and couldn't use any strength, so he could only stare at him resignedly: "Zhuo Wei, you bastard!"

Ignoring his anger, Zhuo Wei turned around slowly, wet a piece of oil paper again, and covered the patient's face.

"Um!"

The patient struggled to raise his hand, trying to remove the oily paper covering his face.

But as soon as he moved, Zhuo Wei raised his foot unceremoniously, and stepped heavily on his wrist: "Don't move, I'm still fast. The more you struggle, the more painful it is, why bother?"

"No no no!"

Lying on the bed and struggling non-stop, Zhuo Wei ignored his pain at all, and pasted oily paper one by one on his face, and he didn't stop until the patient stopped moving.

"Patriarch, I'm doing this for your own good. It's easy for you to die now. If you let me, a bastard, take the position of Zhuojiazhuang's owner, you probably won't even die with peace of mind."

The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, and Zhuo Wei had a slight smile on his face.

He smiled and looked at the people on the bed for a long time, then retracted his foot, and took away all the oiled paper stuck to the patient's face.

"Come on, come on, Patriarch... Patriarch is dead!"

(End of this chapter)