The Vicious Fat Wife Dressed as a Disabled General

Chapter 229

After busy talking until the afternoon, when it was getting dark, Jiang Zhinuan opened the door.

She beckoned inside, and Zhao Hongxia jumped out with disheveled hair, and directly met the uncle in the yard, who was so frightened that he screamed and almost fell over.

"Ghost ghost..."

It wasn't dark yet, and the line of sight was okay. Uncle was so close that he could be frightened. Jiang Zhinuan turned around and gave Zhao Hongxia a high-five.

"It seems that our Fuhua Dao is not bad!"

Only then did Zhao Hongxia free her hand to brush the long hair on her forehead aside, and raised her head so that her uncle could see the strangle mark on her neck clearly: "Look, is it the same?"

The uncle looked at Zhao Hongxia's appearance, and the fear in his eyes increased instead of diminishing.

"You you you...you are Zhao Hongxia?"

Zhao Hongxia nodded: "Of course it's me, don't I look like the dead Miss Sun?"

Uncle was stunned!
This is not very similar, it is clearly good.

Especially the wet hair hanging down, coupled with the red clothes that are about to bleed, even if you look carefully, you can't see any difference.

"That's it! Let's go to the county government in the middle of the night!"

"To the county office?" Uncle was stunned for a moment: "Are you going?"

"Scare that murderer to death!" Jiang Zhinuan was indignant, since she couldn't be head-on, she would scare that bastard to death.

This life is lost in his hands, he has ghosts in his heart, so he will naturally be afraid.

If you make trouble with him a few times, you don't need others to tell you, he has to jump out and give justice to the daughter of the Sun family.

Of course, before doing this, Jiang Zhinuan also asked Zhao Hongxia to find a Feng Shui yin and yang gentleman in Yongning County, and just came to Pingxi Town for a walk in these two days.

It won't be long before this person has to be invited to the county government, and naturally her next plan will begin.

Seeing Zhao Hongxia's appearance, the old grandson's wife said timidly, "Is this really okay?"

"What's wrong? No matter what method you use, it's all about getting justice for your daughter in the end. Don't worry about anything else. You'll cry at home as soon as the morning dawns. You don't need to cry when you see people coming. Say, don't let anyone know that your daughter is buried."

The old grandson's daughter-in-law could only nod her head repeatedly, saying that she would follow Jiang Zhinuan's orders.

At night, Jiang Zhinuan asked his uncle to kill a big rooster in Lao Sun's house, and the rooster's blood dripped from the shaft to the gate of the county government office.

Jiang Zhinuan didn't know where the county magistrate's nephew lived, but that day, when she went to the county government, she heard the melancholy voice coming from the county government's back garden.

Come to think of it, the room where the magistrate's nephew lives is not far from the back garden.

Jiang Zhinuan carried the ladder and quietly followed Zhao Hongxia over the wall of the back garden. After finding a suitable hiding place, he whistled to deliver a message to his uncle who was outside.

Hearing the whistle, my uncle took a wet embroidered shoe to the gate of the county government office and beat the drum vigorously.

The sound of the gong drum was very loud in this silent night. The sound of thud dong dong dong woke up the sleeping county magistrate, and of course his nephew was also awakened.

"Who is playing drums outside in the middle of the night?"

Catcher Wang hurriedly put on his clothes, came in and replied, "My lord, it should be someone beating the drum of injustice."

"Go and see."

"Yes!"

Wang Butou was running outside while putting on his boots. During this period, the drum of grievances was beating faster and louder, making people panic.

"Don't knock, don't knock! Come, come!"

Wang Butou trotted to the door, and the sleeping yamen servants in this room also got up, embraced Wang Butou and opened the door of the yamen together.

The moment the door was opened, the wind was a little strong, which blinded their eyes.

It was pitch black outside, except for the faint light of two dangling lanterns hanging above the gate, everything was immersed in the dark night.

A yamen servant walked around the door and came back to report: "Catcher Wang, I didn't see anyone beating the drums. Is there someone playing a prank?"

"Who dares to play pranks at the gate of the county government office? Do you want to die? Take a good look, where is the drummer hiding?"

Several yamen servants heard what Wang Butou said, and hurriedly scattered to look for it.

Wang Butou stood in front of the Drum of Crying Wrongs and frowned. Who would come to beat the Drum of Worshiping Wrongs in the middle of the night?

Suddenly, a wet embroidered shoe fell from the drum and buckled it impartially on Wang Catcher's head. Wang Catcher was startled, and quickly reached out to touch the thing, and saw clearly that it was a soaked shoe. After picking up the embroidered shoes in his pocket, he was so frightened that he threw the writing several meters away.

"Captain Wang! There's blood here!"

The yamen servants found the blood on the ground, it was the blood of the rooster dripped from the shaft all the way to the gate of the county yamen by the uncle, plus the embroidered shoe, Wang Catcher was a little petrified at the moment.

However, he was still pretending to be calm, and summoned the yamen servants, and everyone carried the lantern and drew their knives to follow the bloodstain.

Everyone stopped moving until they followed the bloodstains to the shaft!

Not only did he not move, but his calf was still trembling uncontrollably.

The daughter of the old Sun family was thrown into this shaft, and they all knew that Catcher Wang brought them here to throw them away!
"Wang Butou, things don't seem to be quite right... Is it the daughter of the old Sun's family who came to take revenge... Revenge is coming?"

It was only then that Wang Butou remembered why the embroidered shoe he threw out just now looked so familiar, it was the one on the feet of the old Sun's daughter!
With a bang, Wang Catcher felt that the hairs all over his body exploded.

He ran back to the county government office with his people in a frenzy. Seeing his distressed appearance, the magistrate was very dissatisfied.

"In the middle of the night, did you hit a ghost?"

Wang Butou was trembling all over: "Yes, yes, yes, hit... hit a ghost..."

The county magistrate gathered up his clothes, poured himself a cup of tea, and before he drank it, he poured all of it on Wang Butou's face: "I see that you are drowsy, you should wake up properly!"

Wang Catcher lowered his head and was still trembling uncontrollably. He slowly handed over the embroidered shoe: "My lord, it is this soaked embroidered shoe that is beating the drum of injustice."

"Embroidered shoes, how to beat the drum?"

"This... These shoes are not ordinary shoes, they are the embroidered shoes of Lan'er, the daughter of Lao Sun's family."

Obviously, the magistrate has no impression of Lan'er at all.

Wang Butou continued to explain: "It's Young Master Biao, the girl he killed, and that girl has come back to claim her life!"

This time it wasn't just tea, the magistrate directly threw the teacup over.

"What nonsense!"

With the sound of the teacup shattering, Catcher Wang was so frightened that he almost lost his wits: "My lord, I don't want to believe these absurd things, but blood has been flowing from the shaft to the gate of our county government. This... it's not a coincidence... Na Laner is really back!"

The magistrate clenched his fists tightly.

Staring at the embroidered shoe on the ground, he didn't know what to think, when suddenly his nephew screamed again from the direction of the back garden.

The county magistrate didn't care about other things, gathered his clothes and ran out, but the catcher Wang was so frightened that he couldn't stand still, and had to stagger and run to the back garden with the magistrate.

(End of this chapter)