Lord Chu’s Wife is Wild

She was about to open her mouth to ask, but Lu Zhou stretched out Erkang's hand before her, signaling her not to ask.

"What do you want to know, I will ask later, the master is tired now."

The little girl was not at all wary of Chu Sihan, if she asked, I was afraid that Chu Sihan would doubt his identity.

In order to avoid this from happening, he could only temporarily block the little girl's question.

"Oh."

Lu Sheng, who was surrounded by doubts, saw that he had closed his eyes and rested his mind, so he reluctantly agreed.

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Twilight enveloped Linjiang Mansion, and Xiaoxue, which was still fluttering, also stopped.

In the center of the government office, a silver-haired man in Taoist robes was standing in front of the altar.

This person is Lu Zhou.

Among the crowd of onlookers were Chu Sihan and Lu Sheng who were standing nearby, and Chu Yun.

The rest of the people hid not far away to watch.

"Didn't your lord come back to catch the murderer? Why did you invite a Taoist priest to do it?"

"Does your lord also believe in the folklore that ghosts kill people?"

"Don't adults not believe this?"

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The onlookers whispered to each other and discussed in low voices.

Because the girls in the brothel said that they couldn't see the murderer's face clearly, and only had time to see a flashing black shadow, so the folks rumored that this was a murder by a ghost.

Just when everyone was dubious, the sky suddenly began to thunder and lightning.

Chu Sihan almost subconsciously stood in front of Lu Sheng, looking around vigilantly.

Lu Sheng glanced at him suspiciously, hurriedly walked out from behind him, and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

"coming!"

Lu Zhou suddenly opened his eyes and looked straight ahead, with an evil smile on his lips.

As his voice fell, a storm rose, the candles were extinguished instantly, and the tribute on the table was blown to this side by the strong wind.

Standing in the direction of the wind, Chu Sihan once again blocked Lu Sheng behind him.

Lu Zhou stood in the wind, his yellow robe and silver hair danced wildly in the wind, but he remained motionless.

Everyone used their sleeves to block the wind, squinting and looking forward.

In the dark, a tall figure slowly walked towards here.

After Lu Sheng stabilized his figure, he poked his head out from behind Chu Sihan, and when he saw the black shadow, his eyes sparkled with excitement.

"You are calling me?"

The shadow stopped two meters away from Lu Zhou and asked.

"Exactly."

Holding the mahogany sword in one hand and the other behind his back, Lu Zhou calmly took two steps forward.

This person is a big man with a height of seven feet, but his face is gloomy and cold, and his voice is even more difficult to distinguish between male and female.

Listen carefully, it seems that a man and a woman are speaking at the same time.

Lu Zhou sized him up for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "Looking at the year of your cultivation, it's not less than a hundred years, why do you want to kill someone all of a sudden?"

"Why?"

The big man sneered, "I killed all damned people."

Lu Zhou smiled lightly, "It's understandable that you killed the person who betrayed you, but if you kill others, do you think others will appreciate you?"

In this era when women have to follow the three obediences and four virtues, no matter how scumbag those men are, they are the pillars of the family.

"Why don't you thank me?" The big man suddenly stared at Lu Zhou and said, "They obviously have good wives and good children, and they know that their family members will wait for them to go home, but they spend their days and nights outside, drinking and dreaming, and when they go back, they face Lu Zhou. Wives and daughters screaming for beatings and killing, shouldn’t they die?”

"They should be damned." Lu Zhou nodded, "But, have you ever thought about what will happen to their families after they die?

Don't talk about others, let's just talk about Chen Tong who died in Yuchun Tower. There are five members of his family. His mother is sick in bed, his wife has leg problems, and the oldest child is only seven years old. He is responsible for the whole family. Now that he is dead, who will earn the medical money for his mother and wife? Who will feed the three children who have not yet grown up for him? "