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"Song Qingwan."

A cold voice came from behind, and Song Qingwan stopped.

She turned around slowly, and it was indeed Song Yuanshan.

Song Qingwan pretended to be weak and asked

"Excuse me, sir, what can I do for you?"

Song Chengyuan didn't buy her trick and snorted coldly.

"You are quite courageous. You actually dare to play tricks in front of the county magistrate. Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

Tears welled up in Song Qingwan's eyes and she acted as if she was frightened.

"I don't understand what you are saying, sir. Why do you want to kill me? What did I do wrong?"

Song Chengyuan looked at Song Qingwan with contempt. His dark and rough face looked ferocious.

"Don't you know what you did?

You can fool others, but you can't fool me. No matter how absurd Song Da and his mother are, they will never do anything against human ethics.

I don’t know what means you used to leave no trace.”

He is not the county magistrate, so he cannot be as indifferent and stand aside as the county magistrate.

After all, Song Da is his nephew. Although their relationship is not particularly close, he is still his relative after all, so he naturally wants to seek justice.

After all, Song Chengyuan had worked in the county government for many years, and his intuition told him that there must be something fishy about this matter.

Song Qingwan curled the corners of her lips, raised her head and looked at Song Chengyuan with timid eyes.

"Sir, it's not convenient to talk here. If you want to know the truth, then follow me."

Song Chengyuan was not on guard and followed Song Qingwan towards the back mountain.

As a grown man and a martial artist, he naturally didn't think that a young woman could do anything to him.

At this time, the sky gradually darkened and the two walked into a remote forest.

"Tell me quickly, what happened? Why did the fire start? Why are the mother and son of Song acting so abnormally?"

"Here's what's going on. Come closer."

Song Qingwan stared at Cheng Yuan leisurely.

Song Chengyuan frowned, drew his sword, and slowly approached Song Qingwan.

Song Qingwan suddenly smiled strangely.

"Why don't you go ask Wu in person?"

Song Chengyuan looked at his body in surprise as he fell down.

Song Chengyuan raised his sword and wanted to attack Song Qingwan but he had no strength. He just lay on the ground and slowly lost consciousness.

Song Qingwan put away the powerful anesthetic in her hand with satisfaction, and did not forget to kick it.

"Haha, you're threatening me? You want to kill me? I'll kill you first!

Considering that you have never really hurt me, I will be merciful and let you die peacefully."

After saying that, he sent Song Qingwan to take out the euthanasia drugs from the space. There were three injections in total, and they were all inserted into Song Chengyuan's arm.

But after a while Song Chengyuan stopped breathing and died as if he was asleep.

After examining Song Chengyuan's body, Song Qingwan did not forget to throw the injections of anesthetics and euthanasia drugs back into the space, then clapped her hands and returned to her home.

The next day, a passing villager discovered Song Chengyuan's body and called the village chief over.

The village chief went forward and checked carefully and found no wounds.

In the end, everyone agreed that it must be the deaths of Song Da and Wu that stimulated Song Chengyuan.

Then Song Chengyuan was so sad that he became seriously ill and died suddenly.

Since then, all members of Song Da's family have died, so naturally no one pursued the matter anymore.

The village chief sent someone to report to the county magistrate, who then dug a hole and buried Song Chengyuan.

Naturally, all of this was under Song Qingwan's control. As long as she didn't leave any evidence, no one would suspect her.

After all, she was only fourteen years old, a delicate and weak girl, how could she kill someone? Of course it was impossible.

After Song Qingwan avenged the original owner, she finally started to take care of her own affairs.

She first went to Widow Li's house every day to cure Chun Ya's illness.

Chun Ya spoke and shouted clearly

"mother."

Mrs. Li looked at her daughter with tears of excitement, and she held Chun Ya in her arms.

"Finally, God has been kind to me. I have been waiting for this day for nine years."

Her daughter was finally able to speak like a normal person and was no longer called a stutterer.

When the villagers heard about Chun Ya's changes, they came to ask Li how Chun Ya became like this?

Li repeated to everyone what Song Qingwan had said about the old immortal.

Everyone was skeptical at first, but when they saw Chun Ya speaking normally, they all believed it.

So ever since Chun Ya recovered, the name of Fairy Song Qingwan spread throughout the nearby villages.

Patients began to come to her for medical treatment, and Song Qingwan naturally accepted them all, mainly because she needed to build her reputation.

After just a few months, the name of Fairy Song Qingwan had spread to the area within dozens of miles.

Song Qingwan finally breathed a sigh of relief. Now she had already saved up some money.

That day she counted the medical fees and found that the total was more than eighty taels. She took out fifty taels and gave them to Liu.

"Mom, you and Dad should take this money. It is enough for your retirement."

Liu looked at the white silver and smiled so hard that her teeth were showing.

"Oh, I didn't expect my daughter would have such an opportunity. You can keep this money to make some jewelry for yourself."

He said this, but his hand holding the silver did not loosen.

Song Qingwan curled her lips sarcastically

"This is my daughter's gift to you, mother, please keep it. The gods have told us not to marry casually, we must look for fate, otherwise my magical powers will be taken away."

"Listen to the gods, my daughter. Song Da is now disabled and has left the village. From now on, I will never arrange a marriage for you casually. Let's see what fate has in store for us."

Song Qingwan sneered in her heart. Song Da? He died a long time ago. Yes, it was her who did it.

That day, Song Qingwan was on a medical visit and ran into Song Da, a man with disabled legs and who had gone mad, in the woods at the entrance of the village.

He was dirty, his hair was messy, and drool was dripping from his mouth.

Song Qingwan simply took some medicine that could attract wild dogs and sprinkled it on Song Da. Soon he was eaten by the wild dogs.

The original owner was killed by him, how could he deserve to live?

As for giving money to Liu, it was also a way for the original owner to repay the couple for raising her.

As long as the couple doesn't act up anymore, she won't do anything.

Song Qingwan planned to use the remaining money to buy herself two sets of clean clothes.

She opened the original owner's closet and looked around. Apart from a few worn-out and patched clothes, there was nothing decent.

"What a miserable girl"

Song Qingwan sighed. Now that revenge had been taken, the original owner could rest assured and reincarnate.

From then on, Song Qingwan began to go out and see patients for treatment.

If there is a patient who cannot move at home, she will visit the patient at home without charging any consultation fees. The only requirement is that the family members cannot be around to watch.

The reason is that they are afraid that too many people will offend the power of the gods.

Ancient people had a natural reverence for gods and immortals, so they readily agreed.

In this way, Song Qingwan spent a year safely in Songjia Village, and her body became healthy after nursing care.

Her little face became rosy and shiny, her facial features became more mature, and her originally dry and frizzy hair became black and shiny.

At the age of fifteen, Song Qingwan has grown into a graceful and pretty girl with an extremely beautiful face.