Chapter 81 The Conspiracy Continues
Chapter 81 The Conspiracy Continues
"Daughter-in-law, what's the matter with you? Seeing that his complexion is very bad, not eating is bad for your health."
Lin Han shook his head, picked up the bowl, and picked some pieces of braised pork for Lu Ming: "It's okay, it's just a little disgusting, it will be fine in a while."
Before Lu Ming's food could be put into his mouth, the poisonous grandma suddenly flew up a chopstick, knocked off the meat on Lu Ming's chopsticks, and said in a low voice, "Don't eat, it's poisonous!"
Lu Ming trembled in fright, grabbed the bowl and chopsticks in front of Lin Han, threw them aside, and asked with some fear in his heart, "Yes, what poison?"
"Usually, if a pregnant brother eats it, within the time of a cup of tea, he will have a miscarriage, and hemorrhage to death!"
Lu Ming's pupils shrank, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
He raised his hand and slapped himself twice, his eyes were red like blood.
Looking fiercely at the back kitchen, he shouted sharply: "Catch him, I want to ask who is going to plot against us."
The dumb servant jumped up in an instant, grabbed Li Moyao who was about to slip through the back door, tied him up tightly, and threw him in front of Lu Ming.
Lu Ming raised his hand and slapped Li Memo twice, Li Memo's face suddenly swelled up, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding.
"Speak! Who sent you here!"
The strong fear made Lu Ming lose his mind.
In his concept, brother is a man, so there is no gender advantage at all.
Swinging his arms and slapping his face, Li Memo lost two of his big teeth, his mouth was covered with blood, and he knelt on the ground and begged.
Lu Ming's eyes were bloodshot, and when he thought that this person wanted to harm Lin Han and his children with medicine, he was frightened.
There was a coldness in his black eyes that he had never seen before, and Lu Ming looked at Li Momo coldly: "You'd better tell what you know, but if there is a little concealment, I will cut off the flesh of your body piece by piece, and burn it. It's ready, eat it for yourself."
Li Memo's complexion changed drastically, and she kept begging.
At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a yamen servant stumbled in and stammered, "Master Inspector, no...it's not good, the patients infected with the epidemic in the ruined temple , A lot of people died, and now the villagers are surrounded in front of the ruined temple, all holding things, brothers can't stand it anymore."
Lu Ming's heart skipped a beat, what happened today.
"Shut him up in the woodshed, come back and interrogate him!"
Lin Han stood beside Lu Ming with a gloomy face.
Lu Ming sighed, knowing that he couldn't persuade him, so he confirmed with a serious expression: "You must take care of yourself, no matter what, you have to take care of the little ones."
When the few of them arrived at the ruined temple, it was already surrounded by people.
Several villagers lay beside the corpse, weeping.
"He who suffered a thousand knives, what can he say to cure my master? When I came here yesterday, he could still talk to me, but he passed away today. Woohoo, how can we live!"
"My son, why did you die, so I'll go with you, woohoo!"
When everyone saw Lu Ming and the others coming, they all rushed up with hoes and kitchen knives.
"It was you who killed my head. You paid for your life. What kind of Beijing official interrupted the ceremony of worshiping the gods. You must be cursed by the gods."
"That's right, a pretty boy, it doesn't look like a thing at first glance, so kill him and pay for your life!"
Lu Ming's complexion was extremely ugly. Yesterday these patients had improved, and it didn't make sense that they died overnight.
He shouted hoarsely: "Everyone, don't get excited, I will definitely investigate and give everyone a fair one."
"Two official words, he won't care about our life and death!"
"Yes, you can't let him go, kill him!"
I don't know who it was, desperately encouraged everyone in the crowd, excited the villagers, and rushed up regardless.
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