Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

Just as Lin Jiu was about to give Michelin artificial respiration and Jingzhi's face became increasingly cold, the Marshal, who had been missing the entire night, suddenly rushed in from outside the door.

He pushed Lin Jiu away fiercely, then quickly took Lin Jiu's place and began to give his wife artificial respiration.

I blew on it several times, but it didn't work.

The Marshal was furious. He gripped Lin Jiu's neck tightly with his hands like iron pliers and asked at the top of his lungs:

"Why did you drown my wife?!"

Although Jingzhi felt a little jealous of Lin Jiu's performance tonight, he was still a sensible person after all.

She reached out and forcefully knocked down the Marshal's hands that were tightly gripping Lin Jiu's neck, then shouted at him indignantly:

"Your wife is possessed by a demon. If Jiu hadn't done this, she would still have died. What about you? So many things happened in one night. Where were you?"

The Marshal suddenly remembered the affair he had just had with that woman and instantly lost interest.

Jingzhi looked at Lin Jiu, whose face was pale and full of self-blame, and her heart ached.

She thought, maybe he still likes her?

Then what's the point of her persisting...

She slowly walked to the door and looked at the evil baby standing on the fountain.

Suddenly I felt that they had some sympathy for each other.

It's useless to force it.

"What's the noise about?"

Michelin, who was lying on the ground, suddenly let out a moan.

Jingzhi looked back and saw Lin Jiu looking at the Michelin on the ground with a happy expression, but Jingzhi's eyes quickly dimmed.

"what!"

Michelin cried out in pain.

Zhe Gu looked back at Jingzhi who was in a trance and Lin Jiu who looked very happy, and couldn't help but sigh and drove them all out.

"She's about to give birth, everyone get out."

Lin Jiu: "Oh no! If a child is born without a soul, he will become an idiot."

Zhe Gu thought for a moment and said, "I have a solution!"

She walked to the back door and called out:

“Who wants to be reincarnated?”

A group of children came over, pushing and shoving, looking with some disgust at the fat and big-eared Marshal inside and Michelin who was staring at Lin Jiu.

A cheating father and a fickle mother.

Whoever wants it wants it!

All the children took a step back and shook their heads wildly.

Zhe Gu looked at Michelle who was about to give birth to her baby. She had no choice but to go and pick up the little kid who couldn't walk.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the little kid was placed next to Michelin, he crawled to Jingzhi's feet as if he had seen a ghost, crying loudly, clinging to Jingzhi's calves, and refused to be reborn into their family.

Zhe Gu: "Brother, this... I have no other choice. I can't force them, or I'll suffer retribution."

Lin Jiu sighed and shook his head, "It's all fate."

Following the child's cry.

Michelle gave birth to a son.

The straight look in his eyes seemed to indicate that he was a fool.

The Marshal still had some affection for Michelin in his heart. He held the child in his arms and comforted him:

"It's okay, we can still have another child... Wife, what do you want to name this child?"

Michelin's eyes fell on Lin Jiu who was standing at the door, and he murmured softly:

"Just call him Aiying!"

The Marshal's face darkened.

How could a man tolerate this? His own son's name was actually a declaration of love for his rival. Wouldn't he be furious?!

"Alian, I've put up with you time and time again, but you just won't repent. Fine, fine, since you still like him, I'll grant your wish. Let's...get a divorce."

……

However, all these disturbances have nothing to do with Jingzhi anymore.

Just as Michelin shouted the affectionate and slightly ironic "Aiying" and cast a provocative look at Jingzhi, she had already quietly walked away.

After Lin Jiu finished listening to the quarrel between Michelin and the Marshal, he subconsciously turned around and wanted to look for Jingzhi, but found that the beauty was gone.

"Zhe Gu, where is she?"

Lin Jiu asked anxiously, a hint of panic and uneasiness in his voice.

Zhe Gu stood there, her face full of a complicated and indecipherable expression.

She looked at Lin Jiu silently, and said hesitantly:

"She told me...she told you to stop looking for her. She said she didn't want to be the third party."

Hearing this, Lin Jiu felt like he was struck by a bolt from the blue, and he took two steps back.

Then, as if he suddenly came to his senses, he turned around and rushed out of the Marshal's Mansion without hesitation.

Lin Jiu ran while shouting Jingzhi's name loudly.

His heart was filled with regret and self-blame, and he wished he could find Jingzhi immediately and explain everything to her.

……

At this time, Jingzhi was sitting on the roof of the tallest building in the Marshal's Mansion, holding a cigarette that he had begged from Zhe Gu and lighting it.

He took a light puff with trembling fingers, and as the smoke slowly exhaled, the pain in his heart became more intense.

Aunt Zhe, you are lying too.

Smoking can relieve a thousand worries.

My heart aches so much.

She raised her hand to take out the cigarette from her mouth, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her palm, stood up and jumped down, running towards Renjia Town.

……

While Lin Jiu was still aimlessly looking for someone in the provincial capital, Jingzhi had already returned to Renjia Town and was drinking, even though it was early in the morning.

The owner of the restaurant looked at the woman who started drinking early in the morning and tried to persuade her several times, but he hesitated every time.

Finally, he couldn't help but stepped forward and said cautiously:

"Hey, girl, drinking so much so early in the morning, I'm afraid it's not good for your health, right?"

However, Jingzhi just glanced at him lightly, then the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, revealing a slightly drunken smile.

She reached into her bosom and pulled out a few shiny silver dollars, placing them on the table.

"Go get me two more jars of wine. Don't worry, I won't let you go without paying for the wine!"

Seeing this, the boss hesitated for a moment, then picked up one of the dollars and gently pushed the rest back in Jingzhi's direction.

He sighed helplessly, shook his head and turned away.

After all, it would be hard for him to refuse business that came to his door like this.

In this way, Jingzhi drank wine one sip after another, as if he would never have enough.

Time passed minute by minute, and before I knew it, the sun was high above my head, and it was noon in the blink of an eye.

Just as she was holding up her face and calling the boss for more wine, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in front of her.

A voice full of surprise rang out: "Miss Jingzhi?"

Jingzhi lazily raised her eyes and glanced at him, then curled the corners of her mouth, "Oh, it's Mr. Zhongyao, how come you have time to come here for dinner today?"

Zhong Yao's brows were furrowed tightly. He looked at the wine jars lying on the ground and Jingzhi, who reeked of alcohol, with a look of disapproval and a hint of deep-seated heartache. "The store is busy, I don't have time to go home for dinner, so I came here to grab some food. Have you been drinking all night?"

Jingzhi stretched out a finger and shook it gently, hiccuped, and said with a dazed look:

"No, I just started drinking it this morning."

She picked up the bowl in her hand and drank it all, "Mr. Zhongyao, do you want to drink with us——"

Her eyes inadvertently swept across the store entrance, and suddenly, a familiar figure came into view——

That turned out to be Lin Jiu!

In an instant, she seemed to be cast under a spell of immobilization, and the words she was about to say froze at her lips.

She hurriedly took out a dollar from her pocket, threw it on the table, and then ran away like a gust of wind.

"Let's drink again next time if we're lucky."

Zhong Yao turned around when he heard the sound. When he saw Lin Jiu's panic-stricken face, he was really scared.

He muttered to himself:

Uncle Jiu is usually steady and composed, so why is he so out of control today?

Full of doubts, Zhong Yao stepped forward and asked with concern:

"Uncle Jiu, what are you doing...?"

However, at this moment, Lin Jiu was feeling depressed.

It turned out that he mistakenly thought that Zhongyao and Jingzhi had been drinking and having fun together all night.

When he thought of this, he became extremely angry, and the corners of his mouth drooped unconsciously, almost to the ground.

He glared at Zhong Yao fiercely, snorted coldly, and without saying a word, ran towards the direction where Jingzhi disappeared without looking back.

On the other side, Jingzhi was stumbling and running on the street.

Because she ran too fast, she bumped into countless innocent pedestrians along the way, but she had no time to care about these things. She just wanted to escape from the person who made her heartbroken.

Finally, after turning into a narrow alley, she breathed a sigh of relief.

But who would have thought that he would bump into another person head-on after running only a few steps.

She stumbled and nearly fell to the ground. After stabilizing herself, she subconsciously apologized, "I'm sorry."

Before he finished speaking, the other party suddenly exclaimed:

"Jingzhi? Why are you here? Where is my senior brother? Also, why are you like this?"

A series of questions made Jingzhi confused.

She leaned against the wall, squinted her eyes, focused her gaze, glanced at the person in front of her, and then vomited with a "wow".

Four eyes were speechless.

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm not that ugly, am I?"

Jingzhi didn't eat a single bite and just vomited out some wine.

The wine mixed with gastric juice poured out of her mouth all at once, and the scene was really embarrassing.

After she finally vomited out everything in her stomach, she felt as if all her energy had been drained away. Her head felt dizzy and the world in front of her seemed to be spinning non-stop.

"No, don't go to the charity cemetery! Didn't you ask me to go to your place to play before? It's better to go today than to wait for another day..."

Simu looked at Jingzhi, who was staggering and seemed to be about to collapse to the ground in the next second, and felt really worried.

He quickly reached out his hand, carefully supporting Jingzhi's limp body, and then asked tentatively with a hesitant tone:

"How about I go and call my senior brother, Qiu Sheng, Wen Cai and the others to come and help? That way we can have someone to look after us."

Jingzhi didn't even think about it and responded quickly:

"No! No one is allowed to shout!" Then, as if she had used up the last bit of her strength, she said:

"Now, immediately, let's go! If you delay any longer, I will never cook for you again in my life--" Before she could finish her words, Jingzhi rolled her eyes and blacked out.

……

Time passed quietly.

I don’t know how long it took, but when Jingzhi woke up slowly, she felt as if her head was about to explode and the pain was unbearable.

At the same time, she could hear the crisp sound of wooden fish being struck and the continuous chanting of scriptures.

What was even more terrible was that there was also the sound of Si Mu roaring madly from time to time like a madman.

"Damn you bald donkey! You keep banging this broken wooden fish all day long, morning and night. Do you ever see an end to it?"

Simu was furious.

"Brother Dao, please calm down and don't get angry. You have to attend the morning service, and of course you can't miss the evening service either."

Another voice responded calmly.

As the two men continued to argue, a series of crackling sounds suddenly rang out in the room, as if someone was throwing things and making a scene.

Jingzhi really couldn't stand the noise, so she had no choice but to reach out and lift the quilt, covering her head tightly with it.

But even so, the noisy sound could still penetrate the quilt and reach her ears.

The head is going to split.

She rubbed her throbbing temples with her hands, and her sanity slowly returned.

She seemed to... have met Taoist Simu.

So, this is Simu’s home?

Jingzhi suddenly turned over and sat up. The moment she sat up, she felt a strong sense of dizziness and nausea. She covered her mouth suddenly and her face turned pale.

A young man walked in and was so scared when he saw her like this that he didn't know what to do.

"Hey, hey, don't vomit here, go outside!"

The four of them stared wide-eyed, afraid that Jingzhi would vomit all over the room:

"Jiale, open the window!"

Jiale quickly opened the sliding window and then dragged Jingzhi's upper body out of the window.

There was a sound of vomiting.

The sound of beating wooden fish on the opposite side stopped instantly.

"Jingjing, go make some hangover soup."

"Oh."

With his hands on his hips, he looked at the old man opposite him and said, "You baldy donkey, why are you meddling in other people's business?"

He said to Jiale, who was patting Jingzhi on the back, "You go cook! Like no one can do it."