My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

"Although Lin Kedong didn't kill Sister Feifei, he was also an accomplice. He shouldn't be young anymore after coming out of jail, right? The Lin family is destined to have no descendants! This is the retribution of the Lin family! Retribution!"

"Sister Feifei, look, the Lin family has suffered retribution. The Lin family has finally suffered retribution. You can finally rest in peace…" Towards the end of her rant, Zhong Jiajia couldn't help but cry in pain. The man in white held her in his arms and comforted her gently.

Lin Kedong's eyes widened in disbelief. However, before he said anything, he was escorted into the police car by the police.

"What? Not… Not my son's? End of descendants? End of descendants?! No!" Mother Lin seemed to have suffered a huge blow, and she fainted on the spot.

And Mr. Lin, who hadn't spoken since the beginning, seemed to be possessed at this moment as he muttered to himself, "The sins, the sins, are all the sins of the Lin family. Retribution, retribution…"

After Lu Zijia left the police station, she walked to a quiet street with fewer people.

"You should be on your way." Lu Zijia stopped and looked at Yao Lefei and her son, who were following behind her.

Yao Lefei bowed to Lu Zijia gratefully. "Thank you, Master. You're a good person."

Lu Zijia smiled at the good person Yao Lefei mentioned and didn't comment.

"Let's go."

Lu Zijia opened the passage to hell and gestured for Yao Lefei and her son to go in.

"Thank you, Sister. You're a good person. You'll be rewarded with good fortune." When Yao Lefei was about to walk into the passage, the baby's clear and sincere voice entered Lu Zijia's ears.

Looking at the tunnel that was closing slowly, Lu Zijia's eyes flickered slightly and she turned around to look at a tree not far away.

"I don't like being followed." Lu Zijia's calm voice contained a trace of killing intent.

As soon as she finished talking, Lu Zijia cast a spell in her hand, aiming at the tree not far away.

Bang!

"Ow!"

Something heavy suddenly fell from the tree and hit the ground with a dull sound, followed by a wail.

Lu Zijia's figure flashed and she stood in front of the figure in the sky. "If you're tired of living, I can let you go to hell in advance."

As she spoke, a powerful pressure suddenly burst out of Lu Zijia's body, pressing down on Gu Ying, who was about to stand up, making him bend his legs and kneel on the ground abruptly.

Under the powerful pressure, Gu Ying was almost suffocated.

However, the corners of his mouth curled up and he looked up at Lu Zijia with difficulty. "Pretty girl, you're a good person. You won't kill me, right?"

Lu Zijia also smiled, but her smile made Gu Ying's hair stand on end, as if the person in front of him wasn't a human but the God of Death who could take people's lives with a wave of her hand.

"No, I've never thought of myself as a good person," Lu Zijia said faintly as she grabbed Gu Ying's fragile neck with her slender hand. "Tsk, tsk, you're so fragile. You'll be finished even when I squeeze your neck so gently."

Feeling the hand on his neck that was gradually tightening, Gu Ying didn't show anything on his face, but his body was very honest and tense.

"Are you taking a gamble?"

Lu Zijia seemed to see through his thoughts and her smile became even more brilliant and moving. "You don't think that I dare to kill you?"

"Did I win the bet?" Gu Ying asked in a slightly hoarse and weak voice.