All the ancestors in the capital begged me to be a substitute

Chapter 55: Dog Eats Dog (Third Watch)
Shen Ji strode forward, snatched the deed paper from Shen Liang's hand, without even looking at it, and tore it to shreds.

"Mother died because of you, what right do you have to take what mother left behind!" Shen Ji shouted in a deep voice.

The whole change happened within a few breaths.

Shen Liang watched helplessly that the property he had acquired was torn to pieces by Shen Ji. The huge gap of "gaining and losing again" made his eyes scarlet instantly.

He desperately struggled to get out of the wooden wheelchair and fell to the ground, trying to pick up the pieces of deed paper on the ground.

But how could Shen Ji give him this chance.

Shen Ji stretched out his foot, stepped on the back of his hand, and crushed it hard. Thinking of his appearance just now, he wished to crush his hand.

He said righteously to the clansmen present: "This bastard colluded with Yinyue Pavilion to rebel and was arrested by the Embroidered Clothes Envoy into Beiya. To save his life, his mother swallowed gold and committed suicide. It is already time for me to leave his life Kindness, mother's things, must not fall into his hands again."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the mourning hall was shocked.

Shen Liang endured the severe pain of being crushed on the back of his hand, and wept aloud, "Brother, if you want to monopolize mother's private property, I will give it to you. Why do you say such things and slander my reputation. In order to plan for you, mother, Acting impulsively, only when something happened, would commit suicide in fear of crime. I was just implicated innocently. The emperor forgave my sins, which is enough to prove my innocence, but you want to pour dirty water on me. What is your intention? Are you more innocent than the emperor? Are you still aware of the details!"

The two brothers came and went, pouring dirty water on each other, and they also worked together to tear off the fig leaf that the ancestors were "happy and mourning".

Those present, who were not fools, could tell that the death of the ancestor had something else to do with her two sons.

Shen Lingxi was beside the coffin, watching this dog-eat-dog farce, almost burst out laughing.

The deed paper was written by her imitating the handwriting on the flower paper of her ancestors and Mrs. Wu Anbo.

Then Mama Cui took the ancestor's private seal and stamped it on it.

It's just a fake contract full of loopholes, but it can make the two brothers turn their faces in an instant and break their righteousness.

It was more effective than telling them the truth about their mother's death.

How ridiculous, how sad!
Sometimes, some people are like this. As long as the knife is not drawn on themselves, they can speak righteousness and morality, and they can forgive others and persuade them to let go.

But once it touches one's own interests, one can't wait to cut the other party into pieces.

Shen Ji is like this.

Mother is dead, I don't feel pain in my heart, I can be a good brother, I can be friends with brother Shen Liang, I can forgive him for my ancestor.

But once it involves family property, it is like a pain on the skin, how can it be lightly forgiven.

"Shut up!" The patriarch yelled heavily, "It's inappropriate to argue like this in front of your mother's spirit!"

Although the patriarch is old, but his face has a majestic aura, and after shouting angrily, the two brothers stopped talking.

However, Shen Ji had been the Marquis of Xuan Ping for more than ten years and led the Habayashi Army. Even in front of these clan elders, Shen Ji had his own majesty, so he would not easily compromise.

He turned his head, stretched out his hand to Shen Lingxi, and ordered: "Bring the things!"

It's just that I don't intend to take any face, and just grab it.

Shen Lingxi looked innocent, "I don't have the stuff, the old ancestor said, if you two sons want something from this storehouse, they can take it from her own hands."

As soon as these words came out, the mourning hall fell silent for an instant.

Take it from her old man...

The old ancestors are all dead, if you want to take it, then you have to... die.

It sounds like...it really has no deterrent effect at all.

Everyone could only pity this petite and weak girl from the bottom of their hearts. She dared to say such words to her biological father, the dignified Xuan Pinghou, in front of her relatives. It was simply disobedient and unfilial.

She is not afraid of being beaten to death by her father after the first July [-] is over.

"Shen Lingxi, for the sake of you being my own son, Benhou has tolerated you for long enough."

There was a bit of murderous intent in Shen Ji's eyes, "If you don't know the face again, I will teach you in front of your grandmother's spirit, what is the end of disobedience and unfilial piety."

Shen Lingxi smiled.

A gust of cool wind suddenly came from nowhere, and suddenly blew the candles in the mourning hall on and off several times.

Shen Lingxi's green fingertips caressed the ancestor's coffin and turned her back leisurely.

At the same time, a familiar old voice full of spirit came from her direction, "Fifth girl, it's been a long time outside, please help me up."

Everyone looked at each other.

This, this, this voice...

Shen Ji frowned, looking warily in the direction of the coffin.

However, the foot on the back of Shen Liang's hand subconsciously let go.

Shen Liang didn't care about the pain in the back of his hand, and raised his head in surprise.

Everyone saw Shen Lingxi turn around, saluted the coffin, and responded softly.

Then he stretched his hand into the coffin, as if he really wanted to help someone get up.

This scene is really weird.

Everyone held their breath unconsciously, and the hall was so quiet that even a needle dropped on the ground could be heard.

Because of this, the sound of the cloth and the coffin wall rubbing against each other can be heard even more from inside the coffin.

An old hand was the first to protrude from the black lacquered coffin, and the sleeve was embroidered with endless swastika patterns with gold thread.

Yes, it is the shroud worn by the ancestors.

In the corner of the mourning hall, there was a commotion, and there were some young juniors, who had never seen such a scene before, and when they saw only one hand, they were already huddled together in horror.

Older people, although they have never seen it before, can hold their breath.

After all, the ancestors had a relationship with them for decades after all, how could they feel fear because of her resurrection for the first seven days.

Shen Ji stared at the hand in surprise, and suddenly took two steps back.

He is probably the most superstitious person in this mourning hall who believes in feng shui yin and yang.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be so prejudiced against Shen Lingxi, thinking that she was unlucky, and only wanted to drive her out of the house.

As for Shen Liang, because of the paper distribution contract just now, his heart is full of infinite gratitude and admiration for his ancestors. He only feels that his ancestors pity him for being bullied, so they come back to support him.

This is to give him the property face to face!
"Mother..." With tears rolling in his eyes, he called out tremblingly, and deliberately stretched out the hand that was crushed to pieces by Shen Ji, "Mother, son, son misses you, misses you..."

Amid his emotional call, the ancestor's corpse sat up in the coffin.

Shen Lingxi carried her out of the coffin and put her lightly on the ground.

Everyone saw the old ancestor holding Shen Lingxi's hand, walked up to the patriarch with slightly stiff steps, and said, "Er Gouzi, lend me the crutch in your hand."

　Next update, around 12 o'clock

　　
　
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