MTL - After Dressing Up As a Stepmother, I Transformed the Whole Family Into Working In the Fields-Chapter 488 big favor

Chapter 488 A big favor

 Liu Ji vomited wildly in the woods for a quarter of an hour.

　　I vomited out all the food I had eaten the previous night, and I didn’t feel better until I had nothing left to vomit in my stomach.

Helping the tree and walking out, facing Song Yu's equally pale face, the master and the servant couldn't help but feel the desolation of "we are both fallen people in the end of the world".

Qin Yao had rested enough, and strode over with a knife in hand. She looked at the two people's "kidney deficiency" in disgust, pointed at the mess in front of her, and quickly made arrangements.

Liu Ji and Song Yu collected the corpses into a pile. Qin Yao dug a big hole on the roadside with force and buried them on the spot.

Only the heads were left, and they were all packed in sacks. Three large bags were packed and loaded into the car.

The three of them entered the city just before the city gate of Kaiyang County closed.

As for the three large bags of heads on the carriage, Qin Yao said that she encountered thieves again on the road, but the official brothers had been laid off and could not bother with them anymore, so she just asked her to deliver them to the county government herself.

The big brother of the official officer smiled in surprise, thinking that Mrs. Qin was very kind.

However, the carriage entered the city and drove towards the county government office, but did not enter the government office.

 Instead, he bypassed the Yamen and came to the gate of Song Mansion.

Song Yu stopped the carriage and turned around to look at Qin Yao respectfully.

If in the past, he looked at his wife with respect and a bit of admiration, now, there is a bit of fear that he thought was well hidden.

Qin Yao knew that in Song Yu's heart at this moment, she might be no different from the murderous female devil.

 Fear is perfectly normal.

If Song Yu wasn't afraid of her, she would actually wonder if he was out of his mind.

However, Qin Yao had no intention of explaining anything to anyone. She nodded and motioned for Song Yu to come forward and knock on the door.

After receiving the signal, Song Yu bowed his head and dismounted, turned around and knocked on the door of Song Mansion.

 Not long after, a porter leaned out of the small door and asked.

Song Yu said: "I am the general manager of the Liujiacun Stationery Factory. Please inform me that my wife and master have a gift for you. Please come and pick it up in person."

As soon as the concierge heard that he was from the Liujiacun Stationery Factory, he knew that the person coming was Qin Yao, and he looked at the carriage outside the door in surprise.

The couple were sitting in the carriage, and Qin Yao was smiling and nodding at him.

It was getting late, and the lanterns and candlelight in front of the door were dim and could not illuminate her location. Therefore, Qin Yao's body was not covered with dried dark red blood at the door.

There is only a strange smell that is not pleasant, looming in front of the house.

“Ma’am, please wait a moment, I’m going to report this to my master!” The concierge politely told Qin Yao, and then quickly returned to the courtyard to report.

It was dinner time at home. Song Zhang and the Censor, who had returned to the county town two hours early, had just finished burning incense and taking a bath. They relaxed and were ready to eat.

Due to the special nature of the censor's trip, Song Zhang only told his family that he was a friend from the capital, and his family did not know his true identity.

 Everyone ate together in the dining room, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

Until the concierge stepped in and reported loudly: "Sir, Madam Qin is outside the door and said she has a gift for you. Please go and pick it up outside the house in person."

With a "click" sound, the peanuts on Song Zhang's chopsticks fell on the table, and he looked stiffly at the Censor sitting on the main seat.

The other person obviously thought of something with him, and his body suddenly straightened up, and he swallowed the chicken soup he was planning to savor in one gulp.

Mrs. Song immediately felt that something was wrong, but she still stood up in surprise and prepared to order someone to bring Qin Yao into the house.

“Just add two more pairs of bowls and chopsticks...” Mrs. Song just ordered, Song Zhang put down his chopsticks and shouted: “No need!”

As he said that, he glanced at the Royal Censor and said to Mrs. Song: "Madam, take care of Brother Jin for me. I will go out and have a look and then come back."

At the end, he added: "Ms. Qin's explanation has her own reasons. I will know when I go and see it."

 After saying that, he gave the censor a dangerous warning look that should never be seen, raised his hand to signal the concierge to lead the way, picked up his clothes and left in a hurry.

Song Zhang walked quickly at first, but when he was about to reach the gate, he took a deep breath and deliberately slowed down.

When I finally arrived behind the gate, my heart was beating like thunder. I stood there breathing for a long time before I signaled the concierge to open the gate.

 Three large hemp bags are the first to be seen. The thick blood stains on the bags cannot be ignored.

Song Zhang looked over suddenly, without any mental preparation, and immediately took a big step back and took a breath of air.

“Have you eaten?” Qin Yao asked with a smile.

Hearing this familiar voice, Song Zhang breathed a sigh of relief, "You're fine." The word "good" stuck in his throat the moment he saw Qin Yao covered in blood, and he couldn't spit it out.

The concierge's frightened screams rang out, and Song Zhang exhaled and stepped forward in shock, "Qin Yao, are you okay? Why do you look like this?"

 “Quick, call the doctor over!”

Seeing that Song Zhang turned around to call all the servants over, the expressionless Qin Yao finally broke out into a sinister smile and waved her hand, "Sir, don't panic, we just met a few thieves with no eyesight on the road."

"Here." She casually pointed at the three **** bags that looked very scary, "All the heads are collected here."

 He stood up and stretched his neck to look around behind Song Zhang. He didn't see anyone. Qin Yao shook her head disdainfully, "Isn't the censor Wang Jin with you? Why didn't you see him?"

“Do you know his real name?” Song Zhang was quite surprised, and he was not afraid of the sack full of human heads in front of him.

Qin Yao pointed to the three big sacks and said, "People have died under my sword. Is it still difficult to know his real name?"

She found Wang Jin's information in the arms of the leading man in black. His opponent's intelligence network was quite powerful and extremely detailed.

Not only does she now know the real name of the censor, Wang Jin, she also knows his father's name and who his mother is!

Moreover, he came towards the man who even Song and Zhang didn't dare to touch.

 She remembered that that person also had a name, Zhaoda!

After seeing this familiar name, Qin Yao almost did not hesitate and immediately decided to bring thirty killer heads to Wang Jin.

Song Zhang looked at the thick blood stains on Qin Yao's clothes, and then looked at the three big sacks of heads in front of him. Suddenly he felt a cold air from the soles of his feet to the sky, and he suppressed it to avoid shivering.

Wang Jin really offended Qin Yao now!

Song Zhang lowered his voice and asked tentatively: "Are you really giving this great gift to me?"

Qin Yao said confidently: "Of course I didn't give it to you."

“Please, sir, please give this great gift to Wang Jin and tell him that he, Wang Jin, owes me a great favor to Qin Yao! When the time is right, I will come over to ask for it in person!”

After leaving the words behind, Qin Yao stepped back and held her fists, turned around, lifted up her blood-stained clothes, jumped onto the carriage, and left gracefully.

Song Zhang watched the carriage go away, then looked back and lowered his eyes to look at the three terrifying hemp bags in front of him.

 A team of killers that took several years, energy, and money to build was completely wiped out!

 This is more than just a debt of gratitude.

 This is simply a huge debt of gratitude!

 (End of this chapter)