Chapter 1 Returning home, mother doesn’t recognize her
In Wujing, the first snow falls.
Lang Jiuchuan looked at the two large white lanterns with the words "Die" written on them under the eaves, which were being blown violently by the north wind, and his eyes were half-squinted.
The hexagrams don’t deceive me.
It’s really dead.
The person who died was her grandfather in this body, Hou Langpu of Kaiping.
"Miss Ninth, put it on quickly."
Lang Jiuchuan lowered his eyes, and the dazzling white came into his eyes. They were wearing mourning clothes. As a granddaughter, she naturally had to wear sackcloth and mourn for her grandfather.
Haha, banish them when you don't need them, and recall them when you need them to die as filial grandsons.
Seeing her not moving for a long time, the servant woman became a little impatient. Just as she was about to urge her, the mourning clothes were pulled away from her hands.
Like a dead man's hand.
Lang Jiuchuan put the filial piety clothes on his body, tied the hemp rope around his waist, and put the filial piety hat on his head. He looked at the servant woman and gave a ferocious smile: "Do you think I am filial?"
The servant woman's heart trembled, and she subconsciously took two steps back, a chill climbing up her back.
These nine girls were silent all the way, looking eerie and lifeless. Now they were dressed in white, and with their green and white faces, they looked even more ghostly.
She is indeed an unpopular girl, with such a gloomy and dead look, who would like her?
Lang Jiuchuan could see what the servant woman was thinking at a glance and laughed out loud. He was not a dead ghost now.
If there is a powerful magician, he will definitely see at a glance how miserable the body is after being patched up and repaired by this blinding method.
When this body fell miserably in the mass grave, the tendons of its arms and legs were broken, the eye sockets were empty, and a bone was missing from the chest, and it was as tattered as a rag doll.
And she was forcibly pressed into this mutilated body, and she was resurrected as Lang Jiuchuan, the girl from the Kaiping Houfu family.
Now that she thinks about it, she still has to go to the judge to fight for her life. This hellish start means that she doesn't believe it is just a public revenge. Otherwise, there are so many dead people in the world, why would they give her an extremely mutilated body?
Lang Jiuchuan lowered his head slightly, and a round eyeball fell down. She quickly caught it with her hand and pressed it back into the eye socket.
Tsk, dog eyes are still not suitable for the human body, and they fall off easily. They have to be human eyes.
At that time, the wolf dog whose eyes were gouged out in the mass grave was lying on the pile of corpses and howling: it had been chewing on corpses all day long, but its eyes were gouged out by the corpses. How miserable!
The maid saw that she was dressed and led her to the side door. A steward was already walking towards them. When he saw them, he frowned with a dark face and said, "Why are you so slow?"
Just as the maid was about to reply, Lang Jiuchuan had already passed by the steward and walked into the door. The steward was stunned, his face getting darker.
Growing up in the country, there were no rules.
He gave chase.
Lang Jiuchuan walked straight to the mourning hall, turning a deaf ear to the chattering voice of the steward in his ears. His consciousness took in the scenery of the Hou Mansion through his two dog eyes.
The closer we got to the mourning hall, the fainter sound of the Buddha reached our eardrums. It was the Buddhist monks chanting the Purana Sutra.
"Miss Ninth, this way." The steward stopped her walking towards the mourning hall and pointed to the other side of the mourning hall.
Lang Jiuchuan glanced at him and walked towards that road.
The manager was in a cold sweat.
That look actually made his heart tremble.
Entering the small courtyard pointed by the steward, there was a nun standing on the corridor. Seeing her, she seemed a little moved. She took two steps forward, looked at her without leaving a trace, and said excitedly: "Is it Miss Jiu?"
Lang Jiuchuan didn't reply, but looked behind her. Someone came out of the room and met her eyes.
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He was dressed in filial piety, with a thin figure and an expressionless face. His eyes looked at her very coldly.
Lang Jiuchuan moved his fingers in his sleeves and blinked. Is this woman her mother?
She felt a subtle pull.
The nanny turned around, looked at the woman, and said in a choked voice, "Second Madam, our ninth girl has returned home."
The second wife of the Kaiping Marquis Mansion, Lang Jiuchuan's biological mother, Cui, looked condescendingly at the thin girl standing in the courtyard, walked over slowly, and stood in front of her.
Mammy took a step forward and said to Lang Jiuchuan: "Miss Ninth, please come and greet me quickly. This is your mother..."
"You are not my daughter!"
A cold voice suddenly interrupted Mammy's words.
Mammy's expression changed, her face was full of shock, and she quickly said helplessly: "Madam..."
Regardless of her hesitation, Mrs. Cui just looked at Lang Jiuchuan steadily, with a bit of indifference in her eyes, and repeated: "You are not my daughter!"
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(End of chapter)