The boss is coming, the scumbag is going to be in trouble

Chapter 252: Death in Place - Song Weiyang 17

"No……"

"But it's comparable to poisoning." Just as Mrs. Song breathed a sigh of relief, Xihe dropped another bomb.

"What did you do?" Mrs. Song was very uneasy. She felt that her son must be in big trouble.

"Tetanus..." Xi He pointed at the wound on Song Mo's eye and said with a smile, "Something like golden liquid has entered his wound. Do you think he can still survive?"

"Ahhh..." Upon hearing Xihe's words, Mrs. Song let out a miserable cry. Filled with endless despair and pain, it sounded particularly harsh in the empty room.

"No, no, Song Weiyang, you lied to me, didn't you?" Song Mo also heard Xihe's words. He groped for Xihe's direction and asked her anxiously.

"Why should I lie to you? I don't have any money to take." Xihe replied coldly with a disdainful tone.

"Ah ah ah..."

Okay, another screaming chicken appeared, and Xihe blocked his hearing when he opened his mouth.

"Madam, Young Master, Master, Master, I heard that Young Master had an accident. He vomited a large pool of blood and passed away..."

As the mother and son were in grief, the housekeeper stumbled in and shouted mournfully to the people in the room.

Mrs. Song was crying for her son, and Song Mo was crying for himself. No one cared about what the housekeeper said.

It was Xihe who stepped forward and said, "Your master is dead. Why don't you bring him in for your wife to see?"

The butler looked at Xihe, then looked at the mother and son who were trapped in their own world. He nodded at Xihe with difficulty.

Now that the second young lady is in charge, for the sake of your own life, you'd better obey orders obediently!

When Xihe looked at Song Shu, he found that he must have died of anger, because Song Shu's face still showed lingering anger, his eyes were wide open, and he seemed to be scolding someone.

Xihe looked at his soul floating on the corpse, waved his hand and imprisoned him in his body.

After Song Shu entered his body, he also noticed Xihe's actions. He looked at Xihe with horror.

"Who are you? Why can you see me?"

Xihe ignored him, brushed off the non-existent dust on himself and walked out the door.

"You're asking for death! Why did you bring him here?" When Mrs. Song finally calmed down, she saw Song Shu lying on the couch.

"Yes, the second young lady asked me to do it..." The butler answered tremblingly, his tone panicked.

"Carry him away, carry him away quickly." Mrs. Song now only had her son in her eyes and could not care about anything else.

"Yes, yes, yes..." The housekeeper wiped the sweat from his face and hurriedly asked someone to carry Song Shu away.

"Where's the doctor? Where's the doctor you're looking for?" Mrs. Song always felt that something was missing in the house. When she saw the blood on her son's face, she remembered that the doctor had not come yet.

"The second young lady has been sent away." A servant outside the door answered in a low voice.

"Evil obstacles, evil obstacles..."

She slapped her stump, feeling helpless and furious.

"Your master doted on Song Wei'ai when he was alive. Now that he's dead, we can't let him lose sight of her. Go and ask the eldest lady to come and keep vigil."

"Yes." The housekeeper did not dare to hesitate and hurried to Song Wei'ai's yard.

About half an hour later, Song Weiai and his companion staggered to the mourning hall.

Seeing their expressions, Xihe couldn't help but laugh: "Hey! Who was so kind to bring you two together?"

"You are still alive?" Song Wei'ai saw Xihe and squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth.

"You're not dead, how could I die?"

"you……"

"Bang!" Song Weiai was so excited that she took a few steps faster and lost her balance, and fell to the ground with Wei Jinran.

Because Wei Jinran had lost his legs, he fell down and couldn't get up, and kept biting Song Weiai's shoulders.

"Bang!" Song Weiai was bitten and felt pain, so she kicked Wei Jinran's lower body with her knee. With a crisp sound, his balls broke.

"Ah--!" The unbearable pain made Wei Jinran struggle frantically, pulling the wounds on both of their arms, and Song Weiai also screamed.

Xihe looked at their miserable appearance and raised the corners of his mouth in a good mood.

The servants in the mourning hall felt sorry for them when they saw their miserable appearance, but when they saw Xihe and the others lowered their heads, no one dared to stand up to help them.

The two struggled so fiercely that the mourning hall was soon covered in blood.

"What's wrong? Your father loves you so much, why don't you keep vigil for him?"

Although they were miserable, Xihe never thought of letting them go.

He walked up to Song Wei'ai, grabbed her collar and pressed her to the ground. Wei Jinran's crippled leg was also stuck on the ground. He jumped up in pain, causing Song Wei'ai to fall to the ground again.

"Kneel down, or I'll stain Song Shu's coffin with your blood."

After hearing Xihe's cold words, he struggled for a long time before he knelt down.

Even though Wei Jinran was in pain, he didn't dare to struggle anymore. Soon, beads of cold sweat began to drip onto the ground from his head.

After just two days of this, Song Weiai couldn't accept it anymore. Her only thought was to die quickly.

She looked at Xihe with pleading eyes and said in a sad tone: "Sister, I was wrong. I attacked you in order to monopolize the love of my parents and other people."

"I've been punished now, just give me a quick death..."

Before she could finish her words, Xihe turned and left.

To put it simply, you don’t know you are wrong, you are just afraid and don’t want to suffer anymore.

Song Shu lay in the coffin, listening to the cries of his eldest daughter, whom he had always loved, with mixed feelings in his heart.

Between Song Wei'ai and Song Weiyang, he still prefers Song Wei'ai. At least she brings a lot of joy to himself and other relatives.

Song Weiyang was different. She was silent before, but now she was cruel to the whole family. He resented her.

Xihe was too lazy to pay attention to her, so Song Weiai thought about asking for help from others when others came to burn incense for her father.

But Xihe had put a trick on her, so no one noticed that something was wrong with her.

Song Mo's body also had an attack. He twitched from time to time while lying on the bed, which made Mrs. Song feel extremely painful.

The doctor was called, but it was too late, so she was asked to prepare for her funeral.

Her beloved son was gone, and Mrs. Song lost her support, so she went crazy.

She didn't even know to go to Song Shu's funeral hall. Listening to the whispers of the people in the funeral hall, Song Shu could only sigh in her heart.

Song Weiai not only had to keep vigil but also had to take turns going to the toilet. Every time she went, she dragged Wei Jinran with her tremblingly.

The wound would tear every time he walked, and a bloodstain would be left on the ground every time he went out.

On the day of the funeral, Song Weiai felt that she was about to go with her father.