Bei Mingkang couldn't believe his ears.

Although he had always been angry with Mrs. Wang for stealing someone, in his memory Wang Chaoqing was still a gentle and beautiful woman. Although everything she did was not good, it was out of necessity. How did he know that this woman was so vicious!

What made him most angry was that he was already in such a humble and unfavorable situation, but he did not repent, and his heart was still full of vicious resentment. A person like this could not be frightened by one or two levels of hell. She should be allowed to

See what the eighteen hells are like...

"You, you are simply unreasonable!"

Bei Mingkang threw her to the ground as if she were throwing something dirty, and shouted angrily: "You even want to harm your own daughter, you are simply not a human being! What woman can be as vicious as you, to be yours?"

My daughter, she simply didn’t practice cultivation in her previous life.”

Although Wang Chaoqing fell to the ground in a very embarrassed state, he did not feel aggrieved. Instead, he laughed a few times, with crazy malice in his eyes: "You are here. The fact that you are here means that my curse is effective. She

How are you doing now, are you dead, what happened to you, tell me now, it will make me happy."

Wang Chaoqing does not look like a normal person at all. Her behavior is very confusing. It seems that she has been secretly practicing some mysterious voodoo magic during this period of time, and she has become completely obsessed and has reached the point of confusion.

Bei Mingkang looked at her crazy look and shuddered: "What a fearless thing! You, you, are simply unworthy of being human! What have you done, what have you done?"

There seemed to be a hint of pride in Wang Chaoqing's eyes. She jumped up from the ground. She didn't look like a woman in her forties at all, but like she was rolling around on the stage. Then she raised her finger and pointed at the Buddha on the altar.

A statue: "I cursed that unfilial daughter, I cursed her to die a good death."

Bei Mingkang looked along her fingers and saw a small clay figure on the Buddhist altar. It looked very strange. It had its hands tied behind its back, its head and neck were twisted, and its hair was made of silk threads. It looked like a woman. The silk threads were all

It's a foul-smelling blood clot.

Bei Mingkang was very disgusted with these things, especially when he saw the face of the statue, his heart trembled and he had an unknown premonition.

If this spreads out, the tenth prince will have to chop him into pieces. Originally, the customs of the Western Chu Kingdom abhorred these tricks. The current laws of the Western Chu Kingdom have long stipulated that those who use poison secretly will be punished.

, if this spreads out, can he still be regarded as the lord of the city who has been criticized for it? He is lucky enough not to be questioned.

Fortunately, I came today and saw that I could stop this matter myself. If it were delayed any longer and it was spread by these servants and women, he would still have a good life in the City Lord's Mansion!

Bei Mingkang immediately took the statue. Without thinking, he balled it up with his hands, squeezed it with force, and crushed it into pieces. He raised his hand, and the statue turned into porcelain clay, and scattered it all over the place.

Wang Chaoqing went crazy: "Give it back to me, give it back to me, give it back to me..."

Her hair was down, her face was stained with tears, as if she had been cramped, and she looked ferocious and weird. When she screamed, she rushed towards Bei Mingkang. Her voice became more miserable and strange, as if she was crazy.

It seemed that Bei Mingkang's move destroyed her last hope.

The long howling sound seemed to come from hell, and it was not human at all.
Chapter completed!