Wife Can't Escape

Chapter 70

Song Luan was waiting for the legendary doctor.

She was not a pessimist, but this time she only had little expectations in her heart. Which was also not too bad. If there was no good result in the end, she could bear it calmly.

In the past few months, the relationship between her and Zhao Nanyu began to clear up. Maybe because there was nothing to do, but as long as the weather was fine, she would wander to Zhao Nanyu's study, even reaching to the point of watching him write.

Song Luan went to find him that day, and there was no one guarding outside.

Standing in the distance, she could hear a terrible cry coming from inside. The sorrow was extremely desperate, and she could feel its hoarse and broken voice.

Song Luan slowed down and approached the door. Looking through the slit, she saw a half dead man lying on the ground. Zhao Nanyu held one end of the whip in his hand. His clothes were stained with blood. Not only that, but also his hands were dyed red with blood.

His murderous spirit was raging and majestic.

Zhao Nanyu, with his back to her, raised his foot and stepped on the man's wound mercilessly. Looking at him from above, he said, "If you hand it over, you don't have to suffer so much."

The man's face was twisted and his teeth clenched. "I really don't know."

Zhao Nanyu was not ready to waste any more words. The man had a tight mouth, and he couldn't pry anything out from him. Zhao Nanyu had been in Dali temple for several years, and was good at punishing people.

This man had long been tortured by him, and wouldn't live any longer.

Zhao Nanyu didn't mind sending him a ride. He could suppress the irritability in his heart even after seeing blood. He took the sword from his servants carelessly, and pierced his throat with a sword.

Song Luan's heart shook, and she hurriedly took a deep breath to stabilize her body. She was about to pretend that she hadn't seen anything, but when she was about to leave quietly, Zhao Nanyu suddenly turned his head, as if discovering there was someone.

Zhao Nanyu raised his hand and the door in front of Song Luan was opened.

His face was also splashed with bloodstains, and the spirit of killing was rampant. Zhao Nanyu was only slightly surprised to see that it was her. After calming down, he handed the sword in his hand to the person on his side. He slowly wiped the blood on his hands with a handkerchief, and walked up to her and sighed, "How come you didn't make a sound?"

Zhao Nanyu didn't want her to see this bloody scene, she was already afraid of him. However, it didn't matter if she saw it. Sooner or later, Song Luan would have to find out that he was not a good man.

He already had the weight of a lot of human lives in his hands. He didn't think it was anything important.

Song Luan felt nauseous, and wanted to vomit. Subconsciously, she avoided his hands as she turned pale.

Zhao Nanyu's eyes dimmed.

She was terrified.

Zhao Chao's master just arrived at the gate of the capital, and was respectfully invited by Zhao Nanyu.

Xu Daozi was wearing a black taoist robe with a duster in his hand. His face was kind, and his smile was shallow. If people ignored his clothes, he could pass as a very kind old man.

After traveling abroad for more than a year, Xu Daozi knew nothing about the situation in the capital. He never inquired or asked. His only apprentice couldn't find him, and Xu Daozi never disclosed his whereabouts.