Exiled just after being married? I turned around and emptied the treasury to escape the famine

Qian was beaten so hard that stars appeared in her eyes, and the severe pain in her scalp made her wake up instantly.

"Help, I killed someone!"

Qian's call did not receive any response from anyone.

At this time, Chu Junxing had already beaten the three servants until they could no longer stand up.

Chu Junxing looked at Qian with an indifferent expression, showing no intention of helping her.

Qian finally regretted it. She couldn't provoke anyone but Jian An'an.

Shen Zhiyu and Jiang Waner are not around now. Even if she screams, she will not call them over.

She had lived for so many years and yet she had to suffer such a disaster.

Qian's face was already covered with tears.

Snot mixed with tears flowed into her open mouth.

No matter how Qian struggled, Jian Anan refused to let go.

Qian finally gave in. She whimpered and begged.

"Miss Jian, please let me go. I will never take over your house again."

Jian Anan sneered, with no intention of letting go of her hand.

"Now you know it's too late to beg for mercy."

Large strands of gray hair were pulled down by Jian Anan.

Along with it, there was half a scalp.

Qian's blood instantly poured out from the wound and flowed into Qian's eyes.

Qian's eyes were half-opened, still begging for mercy.

"Miss Jian, I was the one who looked down on others and mistook the King of Hell for a brat.

Please, sir, stop pulling my hair out. I really know I was wrong. "

Jian Anan was a little tired, so she stopped to take a few breaths.

Qian thought Jian Anan was going to let her go, so she hurriedly made a plop at Jian Anan and knelt down.

"Thank you, Miss Jian, for not killing her." Qian said, kowtowing to Jian An'an.

Jian Anan pulled Qian's hair hard, forcing her to raise her head.

"You kowtow to me at such an old age because you want to shorten my lifespan!"

Jian Anan's words made Qian's face instantly turn pale.

Seeing that Jian Anan had no intention of letting go of her hair, Qian finally understood that she didn't want to let her go at all.

The blood on her scalp had flowed to her mouth.

A salty smell penetrated her nose.

When Qian saw that Jian Anan didn't want to let her go, she thought for a moment and finally decided to tell her about the sorcery.

Maybe Jian Anan would let her go if she told her about sorcery.

Thinking of this, Qian said: "Miss Jian, I know you have always wanted to know about my sorcery.

I'm going to tell you now, and I just want you to let go of my hair. "

Jian Anan raised her eyebrows, the smile on her face not diminishing.

"Okay, you should talk about it." She did not agree to let Qian go.

Qian cleared his throat and then said: "Actually, I also learned my evil skills from others.

Oh, by the way, that man used to be from Jingzhou City. His name was Wei Zi. "

When Jian Anan heard Webber's son, she looked at Chu Junxing.

She remembered that Chu Junxing had mentioned this man's name and that he was the late emperor's fortune teller.

The Mysterious Book of Three Lives was also given to the late emperor by him.

Later, the late emperor died, and the whereabouts of Webber's son were also unknown.

It turned out that he actually ran away to Xinhe City.

But why did he teach Qian this kind of evil technique?

"Keep talking." Jian Anan turned to Qian.

Qian endured the severe pain on his scalp and talked about what happened that year.

15 years ago, Webberzi appeared in Xinhe City.

There was no good spot on his body, but Shen Zhizheng discovered him and took him back to the general's mansion.

As soon as Qian said this, he was interrupted by Jian An'an.

"Wait a minute, you mean that Mr. Weber appeared in Xinhe City 15 years ago?"