Zongling Biography

Chapter 125 Blackening
The dumb girl didn't ask any more questions, and reminded by the way: "Miss, the police are here."

Sijiu nodded and snorted: "Let them investigate!"

Sijiu got up from the seat of the Patriarch, and the mute girl followed her closely, never leaving her.

Sijiu asked the mute girl to bring a chair, she walked out of the gate and placed it at the gate, and sat on it by herself. At this moment, she was like Shura from hell, exuding evil spirits all over her body.

The clothes on his body had been dried, and the sun rose from the east after the rain stopped.

That golden light pierced Sijiu's eyes, and she asked the dumb girl beside her, "Have you finished handling the remains?"

The dumb girl nodded, "People from the Zong family and Uncle Hua went to the mourning hall of Ji's family, and the rest of the remains are also being arranged."

"Help A Niang and Qing Yuan leave alone. The two of them cannot enter the Ji family's ancestral grave. A Niang has never been a mistress, and Qing Yuan's surname is not Ji. I will go down and look for the location myself."

Dumb girl: "Understood, I will give instructions."

Sijiu continued to instruct: "Also, take over Qingyuan's parents, younger siblings, and their son died in Ji's family. They also have to participate in Qingyuan's funeral. Whether they are willing to stay after that depends on their thoughts. .”

"Okay, let's find someone now."

After the dumb girl left, Sijiu still sat outside the gate, waiting for everyone to arrive.

Whatever is in her mind now, she has to order it immediately, because the matter is too complicated, and she is afraid that she will not take care of it comprehensively and miss any thing.

Sijiu looked into the distance, listening to the chirping of insects and birds, and was stunned. After the heavy rain last night, the fresh smell of trees was in the air, mixed with a trace of blood and burnt smell.

Those who have not experienced it last night will never imagine how tragic this huge mountain mansion was last night.

The rain washed away the blood stains on the ground, and it was as if nothing had happened, silently.

The person behind walked towards Sijiu, putting his hands on her shoulders, "Cry if you want to! Don't stand up..."

Sijiu's back trembled, but she didn't resist, she recognized who it was by hearing the voice.

"Young master of the Zong family, please don't appear in front of me recently, I will be jealous."

He smiled bitterly, stepped forward and squatted beside her legs, "I know you will feel unfair when you see me, but why don't you think about the good side?"

Sijiu asked with a standard smile: "Which aspect is good? Our family has been wiped out, and you tell me something good?"

Zong Musui looked more handsome than the previous few years, and his character grew much taller. His deep eyes stared at Sijiu's purple eyes, and he replied seriously: "The good thing is that Grandma Ji's asked me to take care of you. To protect you and continue to accompany you instead of the 87 lives of the Ji family who died tragically yesterday."

Ji Sijiu sneered, and questioned: "My grandma? Don't lie to me by lying to your mother."

Zong Musui asked, "Why do you say that?"

"It's impossible for my grandma to help you after she passed away. Grandma said before she was alive that only God can help you if you can live. The reason why I didn't expose it yesterday is because I don't think it's a loss to me. For our chance to be thankful, why wouldn't I?"

Zong Musui's eyes flickered, looking at Sijiu's sad face that was about to suffocate but smiling like a flower, and the imprint between his brows that seemed to have no flickering marks, he felt mixed emotions in his heart.

The day has finally arrived...

She was not a perfect person, and she broke out completely at this moment.

(End of this chapter)