Chapter 8 Demon!
Seeing the dazzling red bloodstains on the crack of the door, Jiang Shouzhong and Lu Renjia were suddenly startled, and immediately opened the door and entered the house.
The next moment, a bloody kitchen knife came straight at him!
Lu Renjia's expression changed suddenly, he subconsciously raised his right arm to block his face, and moved Jiang Shouzhong behind him with his left hand.
Cang!
The sharp blade struck Lu Renjia's right arm, and there was a crisp metallic clang sound.
Immediately afterwards, another woman exclaimed.
The kitchen knife then fell to the ground.
The two of them took a closer look and saw a woman standing in front of them.
The woman's skin is slightly dark, but her appearance is somewhat gorgeous. She wears a short jacket with narrow sleeves and a coarse cloth skirt. Although she was dressed conservatively, she still couldn't hide her graceful figure.
At this time, the woman's body was spattered with blood.
The whole person looked panicked and his face was pale.
"Wen Zhaodi?"
Lu Renjia saw the woman's face clearly and suddenly said angrily, "Sister-in-law, what are you doing? Are you planning to kill us?"
Before he finished speaking, there was a sound of slapping from under the table next to him. But an old hen with its neck cut was running around under the table in embarrassment, and blood was everywhere.
Seeing this situation, Jiang Shouzhong and Lu Renjia knew the reason.
Wen Zhaodi was still in shock and her body was still trembling. When she heard Lu Renjia’s question, she was startled and said tremblingly: "I...I am...killing a chicken..."
Wen Zhaodi was from Longsu, Fengcheng.
Seven years ago, she was sold to a cloth merchant in Beijing as a concubine by her parents.
He should have no worries about food and clothing, but a year ago this cloth merchant accidentally fell into the river and died while discussing business.
When the family suffered this disaster, the cloth merchant's wife, who was already jealous of Wen Zhaodi, kicked her and her five-year-old daughter out of the house without giving them a penny and left them to live outside.
Wen Zhaodi had to work embroidery odd jobs to survive with her daughter, and her life was quite difficult.
One day Wen Zhaodi was bullied by street gangsters when she went out. Zhang Yunwu happened to see her and stepped forward to rescue her. As a result, between the two exchanges, the two gradually developed feelings, and eventually a marriage was established.
However, there are rumors in the neighborhood that Wen Zhaodi married Zhang Yunwu, a rough guy, just because he was a member of the government and wanted to take his daughter to seek protection.
But no matter what, the relationship between the couple was very harmonious after marriage.
"There's no need to kill chickens like this."
Lu Renjia put the iron rod back into his sleeve, picked up the struggling old hen, picked up the kitchen knife on the ground and asked, "Where's Lao Zhang? He A big man doesn’t want to do such a rough job and lets his wife do it. His brain is muddled with water?”
Wen Zhaodi also slowly calmed down at this time and whispered: “I want to replenish my mother-in-law’s health. , Brother Wu was originally going to kill the chicken, but suddenly he said that a case had occurred, and Brother Wu left. I thought it would not be difficult to kill the chicken, so I wanted to give it a try..."
"I tried. Okay, you almost killed me and Xiaojiang too."
Lu Renjia skillfully took the knife and came to the basin, cut the artery and trachea in the old hen's neck, and said sarcastically. "Master Jia, I'm afraid my old bones won't be able to help your mother-in-law, but Xiao Jiang can, with thin skin and tender flesh."
Wen Zhaodi looked embarrassed and lowered her eyes in embarrassment.
Seeing Jiang Shouzhong pick up the mop to clean the floor, the woman hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Brother Jiang, just come here."
"Go change your clothes first, strange Scary." Jiang Shouzhong said with a smile.
Looking at Wen Zhaodi covered in blood, the man's head felt stabbing pain again, and a blurry picture of a woman lying in a pool of blood appeared in front of his eyes.
The bloody scenes alternate with the constant flashes of the woman in front of him.
Sometimes it was gray and cold, sometimes it was warm and colorful, making him feel dizzy and nauseated.
Wen Zhaodi looked down at her embarrassed appearance, her face turned redder, she apologized, and hurried to the side room to change clothes.
"Xiao Jiang, don't even think about peeking at your sister-in-law changing clothes. The kitchen knife in Master Jia's hand doesn't care about brotherhood." Lu Renjia held the chicken upside down and joked while bleeding.
After returning to his senses, Jiang Shouzhong suppressed the discomfort in his heart and snorted coldly: "Stop your own thieving eyes first."
After briefly cleaning the living room floor, Jiang Shouzhong went Visiting Zhang Yunwu's paralyzed old mother in the back room.
When Jiang Shouzhong first arrived in the capital, Zhang's mother was still able to move around despite her poor health and was very kind to others.
Learning that Jiang Shouzhong lived alone, Zhang’s mother often asked Zhang Yunwu to bring him to her home for dinner. Even if the conditions at home are not good, Jiang Shouzhong will occasionally stew some meat for him to eat.
But then the condition became more serious, and Zhang’s mother finally collapsed on the bed.
Fortunately, Zhang Yunwu was filial and married to a wife who took good care of her. She also had a lovely little granddaughter to chat with and keep her company, so she would not be exposed to the ruthlessness of the world.
After all, the saying "There is no filial son before a long-term illness" is not a casual joke.
Entering the house, the strong and pungent smell of medicine hit my face.
The whole room seemed quiet and dark.
Only the faint morning light shines on the bed through the yellowed window paper, forming a faint line of light.
Zhang Mujing lay on the bed and fell asleep.
Suffering from illness and half a lifetime of hard work, at the age of less than fifty, his forehead is already covered with deep wrinkles, and his hair is sparse and gray.
Thinking of Zhang's mother's amiable and talkative face, Jiang Shouzhong couldn't help feeling sour. He sat on the edge of the bed and gently held the other person's slightly cold and rough hand. Since traveling through time, apart from Sister Ye who has been taking care of him in Anhe Village, only Mother Zhang can experience the warm and sweet family affection.
Unfortunately, birth, old age, illness and death are the most helpless things.
Sister Ye died in the Anhe Village massacre, and Zhang’s mother probably didn’t have much time left.
After accompanying him for a short while, he estimated that Lu Renjia had taken care of the old hen that was used to replenish Mother Zhang’s body. Jiang Shouzhong stopped disturbing the sleeping old man and prepared to leave. After all, there were still Business needs to be done.
But just as he stood up, he suddenly froze.
Jiang Shouzhong slowly lowered his head and his eyes fell on the ground at the corner of the bed - there was a drop of reddish-brown blood there!
"Huh? That old hen also ran into this room?"
Jiang Shouzhong's eyebrows flashed.
Just as he was about to lean over to check, a withered and thin hand suddenly grasped his wrist tightly.
Jiang Shouzhong was startled.
Looking around, I saw Zhang’s mother who had been sleeping on the bed just now, but now she opened her eyes.
However, unlike the gentle gaze in the past, at this moment, there was a strong fear in the depths of Zhang Mu's eye sockets, and her body was shaking violently.
Mother Zhang opened her withered lips as if to say something, but her throat could not make any sound.
The fearful eyes turned into pleading and despair.
Jiang Shouzhong's expression suddenly changed, and he opened his mouth to call Lu Renjia.
Suddenly, a sharp pain hit his head, as if a steel needle had exploded in his head, cutting the inside of his skull into pieces.
Bloody and fragmentary images once again flooded into the memory-storing brain like a surging tide.
The woman's slender neck was almost cut off.
The body of the little girl.
The man's angry and twisted face.
Until a bloody ax struck, Jiang Shouzhong suddenly woke up from the illusion.
“Brother Jiang?”
A soft voice suddenly came from the door.
Jiang Shouzhong turned his head suddenly, staring at the door with his deep, bloodshot eyes.
The woman stands in front of the door against the light, with a graceful posture.
It seems a bit hazy and unreal.
Seeing that it was Wen Zhaodi who had changed her clothes, Jiang Shouzhong finally woke up. He turned to look at Zhang Mu and found that Zhang Mu was still asleep, as if what he just saw was just an illusion.
"What's wrong, Brother Jiang?"
Aware of the man's abnormality, Wen Zhaodi asked with concern.
"It's okay."
Jiang Shouzhong let out a breath, looked at Zhang's mother again, stood up and walked out of the room, and asked casually, "Is that girl Xiaoyue good in the academy recently? She shouldn't be criticized by her husband again. ”
“That girl was still arguing about not going to the college this morning. She said she was afraid of being beaten by her husband. She must have gotten into trouble again...”
Wen Zhaodi showed a helpless smile. , and gently closed the door of the back room, cutting off the conversation between the two.
As the wooden door closed, the room fell into silence again.
Mother Zhang, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, still had her eyes closed, but a trail of tears slid down the corners of her eyes.
“Monster...”
Mother Zhang’s lips moved slightly.
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[A book friend happened to ask privately how many cases this book will contain. I forgot to mention it before, so I will reveal it here in advance. Because the protagonist is not only in the temple, but also in the world, there is only one case in this book, and there is only one case from beginning to end.
To be precise, a conspiracy runs throughout the entire text. This is to prevent writing failure, to control the main line more focused, so that readers can understand it clearly, and to better shape the protagonist and supporting characters.
It's like pulling on a piece of wool and eventually tearing a sweater apart.
The characters' appearances in the first volume will be more compact, and the relationships and background environment of the characters will be explained as much as possible. In addition to the new book issue, there is no way to update too much. Old book friends who are familiar with the style of Douya know that the books I write are relatively slow to gain popularity, which leads many book friends to habitually keep books and plan to read them all at once.
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