After my supermarket mastered the fairy world, I made a lot of money

Chapter 100 Borrowing the Fire

In the middle of the night, the number of people in the mourning hall gradually decreased, and even some servants secretly went back to hide from laziness. The third young master in the middle of the mourning hall was drowsy and fell down several times.

Helpless, the master had no choice but to ask his servants to send him back to the backyard to rest.

The young man carried the young master back to the backyard, put him in front of the bed, covered him with a quilt, and left quietly.

The moment the door closed, Fu Shiwei on the beam showed his face. While staring at the person on the bed, he listened to the footsteps outside the door.

It wasn't until his footsteps were completely gone that he turned over and jumped down.

The young man's cold and handsome face was faintly visible in the light passing through the window. The figure approached the bed, and the knife in his hand flashed coldly. The blood splashed on the bed veil, and red plums bloomed.

……

Li Shu has been waiting in the firewood room until the boy pushed the window open, and she was relieved: "What's going on!"

Fu Shiwei raised his hand to wipe the blood on the back of his hand, and said casually, "Dead!"

"That's good!" Li Shu patted his chest and said, "I thought about it just now, we have already broken the rope, if they come in and find out later, they will definitely suspect us."

"So, what do you want to do!" Fu Shiwei asked Li Shu as if he had an idea.

Li Shu smiled mysteriously, and took out something - a lighter!

Fu Shiwei was shocked: "You...you can get this out!"

Of course he knew that this was something from another world!

"Yes!" She can travel through time and space, isn't it trivial to travel through a dream?
"I'm going to light the woodshed, so that none of them will care about the rope."

As the saying goes, wealth and wealth are sought in danger.

"pat, pat..."

Li Shu pressed a few times out of thin air, his voice was clear and piercing.

Fu Shiwei took a step back to get out of the way. There was a pile of straw behind him. Li Shu walked over and squatted down, and directly lit the straw.

The flames continued to grow along the straw, and then climbed to the top of the building. Gradually, flames arose on the roof, and the surrounding flames also began to spread. Li Shu took out a bottle of water, tore off the cloth of the wedding dress, and covered his mouth with it. He handed another piece to Fu Shiwei behind his nose.

Forced by the scorching flames, the two retreated to the corner, with the curtains in hand.

The two did not forget to leave a retreat for themselves when they were acting.

There was a sea of ​​flames in front of her eyes, Fu Shiwei couldn't help looking at Li Shu, she covered her mouth and nose tightly with her hands to prevent the smoke from entering.

"Tell me, if we weren't dreamers, would we die in this fire!"

Fu Shiwei actually felt that it was not bad to die with her in the fire!
"Don't be convulsed." Li Shu turned his head and gave Fu Shiwei a crazy look.

"If we weren't dreamers, how could this life be so tragic that we can say it clearly. To die here and turn into loess, you or I would rather."

Anyway, she is not reconciled!

After a while, the flames of demolishing the house dyed half the sky red.

The people in the mourning hall were also shocked.

"That's the woodshed!"

"The woodshed is on fire! The woodshed is on fire!"

The firewood house is not only a firewood house, but also a kitchen, a tool room, and a servant’s room around it, and several houses are connected together.

Everyone suffers from this fire.

Everyone left the mourning hall and ran towards the firewood room. Along the way, they saw Tongs, basins, and carried them up. Fortunately, there was a well not far from the demolished house.

When the fire was almost extinguished, everyone pushed the door and entered, and saw two smoked black people hiding in the corner of the firewood room.

The two fell in the corner, half of the woman's bright red wedding dress was burned, and half of her long hair was also burned.

Everyone knew that these two were going to be burned to death, but they didn't think that these two were still breathing.

"Quick, Second Young Master is still alive!"

While pretending to be dizzy, Li Shu felt that Fu Shiwei was taken away by his servants, and she was locked in another room.

The door continued to be locked. Li Shu opened his eyes and got up from the ground. The room was empty, without even a chair, like a spare room. She walked over and touched the window.

She doesn't know what this group of people think, they think a weak woman can't run away, right?
Li Shu clasped the window and slowly opened it, and there was a fresh coolness outside the window, which was the free night wind.

Ah, how comfortable it is!

The room was very dark, filled with a smell of dust, Li Shu took off his heavy wedding dress and threw it on the ground.

Waiting for Fu Shiwei to become a young master to save her is better than saving himself!
Fu Shiwei doesn't have to worry about him as a young master, but she has to think about her own life.

This is the ancient times of feudal superstition.

On this day, the Eldest Young Master died in the mourning hall, the Second Young Master was almost burned to death, and the Third Young Master was assassinated. All these crimes must not be pushed on her, the big one, in the end.

Fu Shiwei alone, no matter how powerful he is, he can't stand against the people of another family. If they want to kill her, he may be powerless even if he wants to save her.

That being the case, Li Shu felt that it would be better for him to run earlier.

On the other side, just as Fu Shiwei was brought back to his yard, he heard a terrified scream from the side.

"Ah, dead."

"It's not good, it's not good, the third young master was assassinated!"

A stone stirred up a thousand waves, and after a while the old woman came crying, hysterical in the nearby courtyard, looking for life and death.

"My son!"

"My son, your brother has already left, and something happened to you again. You want to kill my mother. Who is it? Who killed my son? Who is it?"

The old woman's tears had already dried up at this moment, and her eyes were swollen like walnuts. How could she explain the catastrophe of one and two disasters.

How can I accept it.

The old woman patted her chest hoarsely, and the boy in her arms was stabbed to death in her sleep. There were only traces of sound sleep on her face, without any pain.

Went very peacefully.

As soon as the master entered the room, he saw this step, his legs went limp on the spot, and he almost fainted.

"San'er, San'er..." He was supported by his servants before he fell down.

The old woman turned her head, and her voice seemed to come out of her throat: "Master, it must be that woman. That woman killed the first child, and then the third child, and the second child. The second child is an executioner. Please report to the official immediately." Arresting the second child and beheading him is killing that Kefu woman!"

The old woman was lying on the ground, hugging her son with one hand, and reaching for the master's robe with the other.

The master clutched his chest, looked at his son who was already silent on the ground with his beard up and down, and gradually calmed down.

"master……"

Master: "You said it was the second child, but the second child was almost burned to death during the demolition of the house."

Moreover, the second child has always been timid and fearful, how could he do something like murder.

"No," the old woman didn't expect that the master who had followed her for half her life would turn his head and speak for the bastard when looking at his son's body: "Master, don't be fooled by that kid's hypocritical mask. He is just pretending. It's a fake!"

Above the Xitang, she could clearly see how that kid pushed her away.

"That boy has a relationship with his sister-in-law. He is concerned about the family property, and has always been low-key. Now that the third child has been killed, he is the one who benefits."

(End of this chapter)