novelhk Chapter 236 The Soul Swap of the Adulterous Couple (8)
Chapter 236 The Soul Swap of the Adulterous Couple (8)
Lord Liu was startled by the scene before him.
His attendant behind him reacted quickly and kicked Wang, knocking her unconscious.
"Xiao'er!" Lord Liu went over and removed the white silk ribbon wrapped around Su Dingding's neck, shouting angrily, "Take it and burn it!"
Gangzi was stunned. "Brother, are you kidding me?"
The attendant wrapped the white silk into a ball and took it out.
A sudden gust of evil wind blew by, and the white silk in her hand inexplicably flew away.
The attendant jumped up to grab it, but failed.
He glanced behind him guiltily, but no one noticed. Oh well, he decided to just consider it burned.
Su Dingding coughed softly, "Father, the white silk is evidence that Wang Shi harmed me, it can't be burned..."
The returning attendant had no words to express his distress: "My lord, young lady, it's... all burned."
So fast!
Su Dingding was stunned, but when she saw Gangzi transformed into a little spider, hanging on the head of his follower with a bitter and resentful expression, she stopped talking.
"Wang is audacious and delusional. We saw with our own eyes that she was trying to poison you. What more evidence do you need?" Lord Liu was furious. He was the best evidence.
After having Wang Shi taken away, Lord Liu reprimanded Su Dingding's two personal maids, instructing them to take good care of the young lady, before leaving.
After Wang woke up, she went even crazier.
She kept muttering that there were ghosts, huddled in the corner of the cell, rambling on and on, refusing to eat or sleep.
"There really are ghosts, all kinds of ghosts. I'm a ghost, you're a ghost, we're all ghosts, hahahaha, we're all ghosts!"
A few days later, Wang died in prison.
Even after Zhao Zisheng suffered a miscarriage, she still had to work every day.
Zhao's mother showed him no pity and continued to make him wash clothes with cold water, cook, and chop firewood, leaving him covered in bruises.
If anything displeases him, Zhao's mother will beat him.
Zhao Zisheng was bleeding from his lower body and didn't know how to deal with it, so his clothes were always soiled. He also suffered from unbearable pain in his lower abdomen and was sickly all day long.
Sometimes, when he couldn't stand it anymore, he would slack off, and if Zhao's mother caught him, he would be beaten.
Zhao Zisheng was in unbearable pain, so he knelt down and begged his mother, "Madam, if I were your own son, would you still beat me like this?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Zhao's mother laughed. "I only have one son, Zhao Zisheng. My son will soon become the top scholar in the imperial examination and take me to the capital to enjoy a life of luxury. Who do you think you are?"
"But I have a real marriage with him, and everyone in the neighborhood knows that I am Zhao Zisheng's woman." Zhao Zisheng was unconvinced.
"Pah!" Zhao's mother slapped him across the face. "Stop dreaming! I deliberately torment you every day, not giving you enough to eat and making you work, all to kill you before my son comes back. You worthless wretched life, don't even think about dragging my son down!"
Zhao Zisheng clenched his fist quietly. If things continued like this, he was afraid he really wouldn't be able to wait for Liu Yixin to come back.
"I'm going to the capital to find her right now!" Zhao Zisheng couldn't wait any longer.
Zhao's mother pulled her back and slapped her twice more.
Zhao Zisheng sat on the ground, covering his burning face, and saw his mother raise the wooden stick again.
"You little bitch, I'll beat you to death today!"
To Zhao's mother, Zhao Zisheng was Liu Yixin, a stumbling block on her son's path to power and wealth, so beating her every day had become a habit.
Zhao Zisheng had already reached his limit of forbearance.
If he doesn't resist, he will really be tortured to death.
If he dies, then there's really no chance of turning things around.
So he dodged the wooden stick and pushed Zhao's mother away forcefully.
Zhao's mother was surprised that he dared to resist, and the wooden stick struck Zhao Zisheng's knee joint directly.
Zhao Zisheng's leg was broken, and he was sweating profusely from the pain.
"You slut, how dare you push me!" Zhao's mother's wooden stick kept falling on Zhao Zisheng's body.
"Mother, please stop hitting me, or you'll really kill me..." Zhao Zisheng kept begging for mercy.
The vengeful spirits watching the big screen in the Abyss of Vengeful Spirits began to place bets.
"Those who think Zhao Zisheng will be beaten to death by his mother, sit on the left; those who think he will fight back, sit on the right. The bet is ten gold ingots!"
"He's been tortured by his mother for so many days and hasn't resisted at all. I bet he'll get beaten to death sooner or later!"
"Didn't you see him clench his fist just now? And the way he looked at his mother changed. I bet he'll fight back!"
"Resistance and counterattack are not the same thing; there is no option of neutrality!"
The Abyss of Vengeful Spirits is getting lively, and Su Dingding and Gangzi are starting to make bets.
"I'll sit on the left." Gangzi, disguised as a cat, sat to Su Dingding's left.
"I'll sit on the left." Su Dingding switched seats with Gangzi again.
Gangzi continued to the left and started arguing with Su Dingding.
[Host, are you serious? You can't even afford to lose ten packs of spicy strips?]
"I can't bear to lose face like that!"
[I don't care, I'm going to sit on the left!] Gangzi hooked his claws onto Su Dingding's left side of his clothes, refusing to let go even at the cost of his life.
Su Dingding rolled her eyes helplessly, "You say I can't accept defeat? It's clearly you who can't accept defeat!"
Gangzi pretended not to hear; it wanted to eat spicy strips!
The host is stingy and usually doesn't feed it.
The wooden stick in Zhao's mother's hand was rather heavy-handed, and she even accidentally hit Zhao Zisheng on the head.
All the vengeful ghosts sitting on the left were ready to cheer, their hands raised and mouths open. As soon as that stick fell, they would win!
As a result, Zhao Zisheng dodged it and even subconsciously snatched the wooden stick from his mother's hand.
"cut!"
Those sitting on the left were disappointed and their faces turned solemn.
Sitting on the right, I secretly moved to the left but quietly sat back down.
"Mother, are you really going to beat me to death?" Zhao Zisheng's eyes were filled with icy coldness.
"Are you planning a rebellion?" Zhao's mother was frightened.
That bitch's eyes are terrifying. No, she can't just sit here and wait to die.
Zhao's mother slowly backed away, her eyes fixed on the doorway, where a pitchfork used for working in the fields stood.
Zhao Zisheng followed her gaze and understood her intention.
Just as Zhao's mother ran in that direction, Zhao Zisheng also raised the wooden stick in his hand.
"Oh!"
The vengeful ghost sitting on the right cried out in alarm.
Unfortunately, his leg broke, and the intense pain caused him to collapse to the ground again.
Zhao's mother picked up a fork and plunged it into his body without hesitation.
Zhao Zisheng rolled to the side to dodge, then shouted loudly, "Help!"
The neighbors were already used to what was going on in their family and didn't even bother to watch the spectacle.
So nobody paid any attention; it was just a mother-in-law beating her daughter-in-law, nothing serious.
Zhao Zisheng knew that no one would save him; he could only save himself!
He gritted his teeth, his eyes reddened, and with all his might, he tackled Zhao's mother to the ground.
She then pulled a jade hairpin from her hair and pointed it at Zhao's mother's neck, saying, "If you dare to hit me again, I won't be so polite!"
Zhao's mother lay motionless on the ground, but her eyes were wide open.
Everyone held their breath and stared at her silently.
Until they saw a pool of blood flowing from under her head...