radicalducati Chapter 121 The Wicked Woman is Brought to Justice!
Chapter 121 The Wicked Woman is Brought to Justice!
Chapter 122 The Wicked Woman is Brought to Justice! (Illustrated)
The people at the table were still talking.
The man toasted Song Jianguo, saying that the past should not be mentioned and that they should keep in touch in the future.
Zhang Shushu sat to the side, chopsticks in her hand, but didn't pick up any food.
Tao Xiang understood perfectly.
The candle heated up a bit.
The man's hand, which was holding up the glass, suddenly stopped.
The cup is suspended in mid-air.
He stared at Song Jianguo's face, but his eyes were unfocused, as if he were looking at something else.
"Old Zhou?" Song Jianguo called out to him.
The person did not respond.
He stared in the direction behind Song Jianguo.
His lips moved slightly.
"mom?"
There was a two-second silence on the table.
Zhang Shushu was stunned for a moment.
"Who are you calling?"
The man ignored her.
He put down the cup and stood up.
The chair legs scraped against the floor with a screeching sound.
He took one step forward, then another, until he reached the wall.
There was nothing there except a picture pasted up for the Lunar New Year, and behind it was a pink and white wall.
"Mom," he called again.
His wife ran out of the kitchen.
"What's wrong, Lao Zhou? Who are you calling?"
The man didn't turn around.
He stared at the painting, and tears suddenly welled up in his eyes.
"Mom, I'm so sorry."
His wife was stunned.
"What are you saying? Mom has been gone for so many years—"
The man turned around.
His face was covered in tears.
He looked at Zhang Shushu.
wrong.
He looked at Zhang Shushu, but what he saw in his eyes was not Zhang Shushu.
"Mom, I know you blame me. I borrowed money and didn't pay it back; I have no conscience. I'm not human."
He took a step back.
"But I have no choice, I really have no choice. My child needs to go to school, my wife is in poor health, and everything costs money. It's not that I don't want to pay it back, I just really don't have the money."
He squatted down and held his head in his hands.
"Mom, please don't blame me, please don't blame me."
The room was so quiet that only his sobs could be heard.
His wife stood there, not knowing what to do.
Zhang Shushu also stood up.
She looked at the man, then at the New Year picture on the wall, then back at the man.
Song Jianguo put down his wine glass.
Song Che put down his chopsticks.
Tao Xiang sat on the bench with her hands in her pockets. She could use this technique, but not as well as her sister. It was already quite good if she could interfere with one person.
The man was still crying, his shoulders trembling.
His wife went over, squatted down, and helped him up.
"Old Zhou, Old Zhou, get up. What are you doing?"
The man looked up.
His face was covered in tears, and his nose was bright red.
He looked at Zhang Shushu.
This time he saw it clearly.
He froze for a moment.
"----sister in law?"
Zhang Shushu frowned and responded.
He looked at the painting on the wall, then looked down at his own hands.
He slowly stood up, his legs a little weak, and he swayed slightly.
His wife was supporting him.
He stood there, looking at Zhang Shushu.
Open your mouth.
He didn't say a word.
Zhang Shushu walked over, picked up the bottle of wine on the table, and poured herself a glass.
She held up her glass and looked at the man.
"Old Zhou."
Zhang Shushu drank the wine.
"About the money—" she said, "we'll talk about it after the New Year."
Although Zhang Shushu didn't have much money, she wasn't short of a few thousand. She wasn't there to cause trouble; she just wanted to confirm whether the other party had the money to refuse to pay.
Judging from the other person's expression, they must be under a lot of pressure, even hallucinating.
Zhang Shushu suspected that it was the other person acting.
If it really was acting—and acting so convincingly at that—Zhang Shushu had nothing to say.
—You're pretty good.
Tao Xiang ate her food in silence, feeling that she had actually made things worse.
For her, there was no such thing as easy or difficult. Paying back debts is a matter of course. Even if it's not easy, she still has to pay back her aunt. She originally meant to scare her, but her aunt softened.
I should have known better than to scare him.
Who knew he was so easily frightened? Even a dead person could make him repent.
The man cried for a while longer. Zhang Shushu probably couldn't stand a grown man crying and sobbing all the time, talking to himself about how much his mother loved him and taught him to be a good person, but he hadn't lived up to that. She said that if he didn't be a good person, he would haunt her as a ghost, and he really did become a ghost.
It's all very gibberish.
Zhang Shushu didn't want to listen.
If he keeps talking, he'll have to pay me back today!
She didn't know that Tao Xiang had done something wrong. Song Che noticed something, but he wasn't sure. Only Xia Li was certain that Tao Xiang had used illusion magic.
She was already sensing magic, and she knew it the moment Momoka made a move.
Xia Li is going to study Tao Xiang.
Magic is like cigarettes; you get addicted once you start smoking, but if you don't, you get even more addicted.
Xia Li's gaze unconsciously fell on Tao Xiang, making Tao Xiang feel a chill run down her spine.
Tao Xiang felt that the gaze was somewhat familiar, stubborn yet calm, and the blue eyes seemed to be studying her.
However, she didn't have a bad impression of Xia Li. At least she didn't kick Xia Li away like Song Che did when they met.
But she felt that Xia Li was difficult to get along with. This person usually had a cold face and an aura that kept strangers at bay. Except when she was with Song Che, she would be a bit dazed, and at other times she was hard for Tao Xiang to accept.
Tao Xiang continued eating. By the end of the meal, she was almost full. The only thing left at the table was Lao Zhou's tearful repentance. His wife couldn't stop him and kept trying to kowtow to Zhang Shushu.
During the Lunar New Year, can we just randomly bow our heads?
Zhang Shushu was stunned; she decided to simply forgo the money.
Old Zhou is a bit shrewd, but not in a mentally ill way—it's just a few thousand yuan, not enough to keep kowtowing and trying to recognize someone as his mother!
Godmother?
Godmothers are not an option either!
If it weren't for seeing Tao Xiang enjoying her food so much, Zhang Shushu would have left immediately.
Seeing that Zhang Shushu was in distress, Song Jianguo went over to deal with Lao Zhou.
He and Lao Zhou's wife pulled him back into the house together. Lao Zhou's wife was also terrified. Lao Zhou was normal at first, only talking about repaying the money. But in the end, he talked about everything—the money he hid last time was gambled away, he secretly washed his feet, he secretly cursed people, and he vomited it all out.
Old Zhou's wife was speechless.
Upon seeing this, Song Jianguo realized there was no way to get an egg, so he promptly called for help and handed Lao Zhou over to the medical staff.
However, with his hometown far away during the Spring Festival, Old Zhou is probably going to have a bit of a breakdown.
Tao Xiang frowned, not daring to speak.
She went home with Zhang Shushu.
When she got home, she would draw on the steps. At her age, she didn't have many worries; all she could think about was playing.
After playing, it's time for another word—eating.
All she does in her life is eat, drink, and have fun.
Tao Yao hadn't come out for a while, and Song Che didn't ask too many questions. His relationship with Tao was limited to their ID cards. He went back to work on his unfinished part-time job.
If I finish this early, I won't take any more orders.
We'll see after the New Year.
The New Year is a busy period followed by a quiet period. Usually, there's nothing to do—meaning there's really nothing to do. Song Che was doing things in his room, while Zhang Shushu and Song Jianguo started chatting. Xia Li sized up Tao Xiang for a long time.
The little girl was engrossed in her drawing and didn't notice Xia Li behind her at all.
"Momo Xiang————"
"Ugh! Demon Fang!"
"I have something to ask you."
"Oh, it's you, sister. Tell me." Tao Xiang became proper. She always inexplicably became more proper when she was around Xia Li. It wasn't that she was afraid, but she just felt more serious.
She heard Song Che keep calling Xia Li—the Witch Princess, but this princess seemed to have lost her magic—or rather, not for these reasons.
Tao Xiang couldn't explain why.
It's like I have a natural inclination to be more disciplined.
Xia Li squatted down to be at the same height as Tao Xiang.
"Momoka, could you cast your illusion spell again?"
"It's not going to work." Momoka sat on the steps and continued drawing. "I can only use it once a month, and it's my older sister's ability."
"Then can you tell me how to use it?"
"Just—" Tao Xiang hesitated for a moment, "Just—just silently recite the incantation, then concentrate, and then—and then, that's it. Whether it succeeds or not is up to fate, but my sister always succeeds."
"Where does your magic come from?"
"What kind of magic?" Momoka felt that this was a superpower, but superpowers had nothing to do with magic.
"It is the magic power to cast spells."
"This doesn't require magic, does it?" Momoka said uncertainly. "Or... I don't really know, should I ask my sister?"
Tao Yao thought to herself, "That wicked woman taught me this; it has no magic power, you just use it directly."
Momoka repeated, "My sister said it can be used even without magic."
"You can use it even without magic—" Xia Li paused for a few seconds; this statement was anything but magical.
Magic is the foundation of magic; without magic, one cannot use magic.
The ability to use magic without magical power—who invented this?
That's something we can't figure out.
Xia Li sensed something was wrong. Unless this world was different from the Law of Hit, she knew that to use magic, she would need something similar to magical power.
After finishing the last design, Taoxiang looked up and asked, "Want me to teach you?"
She had just received permission from Tao Yao to cultivate a good relationship with Xia Li.
As for the purpose.
Her motives were definitely impure—she wanted to gain benefits from Song Che through Xia Li.
Song Che seems easier to get along with than Xia Li, but that's not actually the case.
Tao Yao has an evil plan.
Through Xia Li, Song Che was made into a servant who took care of the cat.
—That's a bit too evil.
Then let's raise Song Che's status even higher.
Tao Yao repeated the method, which made Xia Li tilt her head in disbelief.
Tao Xiang lowered her head and continued drawing. She realized that something was missing from her drawing; figures alone were not enough, details were also needed.
Tao Xiang read it once.
Above are Song Che, Xia Li, Zhang Shushu and Song Jianguo, then there's myself and my sister, and finally, I promised my sister—to draw Bruce a little uglier.
The overall effect is five people and two cats.
One cat was drawn exquisitely, the other was drawn hastily.
A cat named Bruce knelt down and begged for mercy from a black cat, next to which were the words "King of the Foxes".
Tao Xiang drew Zhang Shushu very carefully, especially her gentle smiling face.
This was drawn for Song Che—to discuss the matter objectively.
She added some details, including more suns—although the moon she drew last time was still there, now there were four suns and two moons in the sky.
Tao Xiang thought for a moment, then drew a dark, unremarkable woman at her feet.
A wicked woman was brought to justice.
Peach Blossom stepped on her with one foot, and she knelt down, begging for mercy.
The peach scent is delightful.
Tao Yao was also happy.
Peach Blossom is just a child, so let's leave it at that.
Tao Yao is not young, but she is still persistent in this kind of thing.
Taoxiang continued to revise and improve, striving to make her and her sister's images more impressive.
Xia Li pondered for a moment, feeling that this magic was very illogical.
Moreover, it can only be used once a month.
Tao Yao explained that this was the version of magic the wicked woman taught her, and that this was the only spell she could use without magic power, and it could only be used once a month.
It could have been improved.
But for some reason, the wicked woman stopped improving the magic.
After finishing the last stroke, Tao Xiang threw the branch aside and stood up.
She took two steps back and squinted at her work.
Refined version —
Four suns, two moons, five people. Two cats, and a wicked woman kneeling on the ground.
very satisfied.
She turned to look at Xia Li.
Xia Li was still squatting there, staring at the things she had just drawn. But her gaze was off. She wasn't looking at the drawings; she was looking at Xia Li.
Blue eyes, motionless.
Tao Xiang felt a little uneasy under his gaze.
"elder sister?"
Xia Li did not respond.
Tao Xiang took a step to the side.
Xia Li's gaze followed her.
"Sister—" Momoka's voice trembled slightly, "What are you looking at?"
Xia Li blinked.
"I'm thinking about it."
"What are you thinking about?"
"I miss the magic you mentioned."
Tao Xiang breathed a sigh of relief.
It's not enough to just want to eat her.
She squatted down again, sitting next to Xia Li.
"Sister, that really doesn't require magic. I just thought about what that person should see, and that's what they saw."
Xia Li tilted her head.
"Thinking about it?"
"Um."
"What do you think?"
Peach Fragrance got stuck.
She stared at the painting on the ground, thinking for a long time.
"It's about—pulling that thing out of his heart and putting it in front of him."
Xia Li was stunned for a moment.
"Pull it out?"
"Yes." Tao Xiang nodded. "He was always afraid. He was afraid his mother would blame him. He's always been afraid. I just made him see what he was afraid of."
Xia Li didn't say anything.
She looked down at her hands.
The frostbite cracks have disappeared.
She turned her hand over to look at the back of it.
Then I flipped back.
"What's on my mind?" she asked.
Tao Xiang looked at her.
"What's on my sister's mind?"
"Um."
Tao Xiang thought for a moment.
"Your Highness—" she said, "I don't know."
She paused.
"But there's definitely something on my sister's mind."
Xia Li looked at her.
Why?
Taoxiang pointed to the hastily made doll in her arms.
"Hold it."
Xia Li looked down at the plush rabbit.
White fur, black eyes, and a small bow on its ear.
"This was given to me by Song Che. He said he played with it when he was a child."
Tao Xiang nodded.
"So my sister has feelings for him."
Xia Li was stunned for a moment.
She looked at the rabbit.
"He's there—" she said, "and then?"
Tao Xiang was stumped by the question.
"And then—and then there was."
Xia Li didn't say anything more.
She hugged the rabbit a little tighter.
The courtyard fell silent.
The sun was setting, its light shining on the steps and the paintings on the ground. Two of the four suns had faded, but the remaining two were still quite bright.
Tao Xiang suddenly stood up.
"Sister, wait a minute."
She ran into the house.
It quickly ran out again, holding a new tree branch in its hand.
She handed the branch to Xia Li.
"Draw one for me too, sister."
Xia Li looked at the tree branch.
I didn't answer.
"Won't."
"Draw anything," Momoka said. "You can draw anything."
Xia Li thought for a moment.
He took the branch.
She squatted down and drew on the ground.
It was drawn very slowly.
First, draw a circle.
Draw two more ears.
Then draw the eyes.
Two eyes, like black beans.
Tao Xiang watched from the side.
"rabbit?"
Xia Li nodded.
She continued drawing.
A person was drawn next to the rabbit.
He's a very simple person.
Round head, long body, two arms and two legs.
Then, next to that person, another person was drawn.
After she finished drawing, she stared at the two people for a long time.
Taoxiang pointed to the first one.
"Is this my older brother?"
Xia Li shook her head.
"This is from before."
"The old ones?"
“In Hitler,” Xia Li said, “he wasn’t like this back then.”
She pointed to the second one.
"This is what it is now."
Tao Xiang looked at the little person with a round head and a long body, and then at Xia Li.
"Same."
Xia Li was stunned for a moment.
"Same?"
"Yes, they all look like this," Momoka said. "The people you draw all look like this."