My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

He still remembered that when he was ten years old, he had heard his drunken father vaguely say that he had killed someone, and he regretted it very much, and regretted the difference in his original thoughts.

At that time, Zhao Ziteng was only ten years old, and because he believed in his father's character, he didn't take it seriously.

But with the sudden fall of his father and all the evidence he has now investigated, he can no longer deceive himself.

The person his father said he killed when he was drunk should be Zhao Hanlin, right?

Otherwise, why would his father try his best to take care of Qi Anyan's mother and son for so many years?

It is because of guilt, because of guilt, I want to compensate the mother and son, hoping to alleviate their sins.

However, does that really alleviate the sin on the body?

Zhao Ziteng clenched his hands tightly into fists, and the images of their family's happy life kept popping up in his mind.

A tear slipped from the corner of his eye and fell on the cold floor...

That night, the mother and son of the Zhao family were immersed in grief and opened their eyes until dawn.

...

Inside the living room.

Lu Zijia looked up at the clock hanging on the wall again, and raised her brows slightly.

It's already eleven o'clock in the morning. Did the mother and son of the Zhao family decide to give up saving Zhao Wentian?

"How about I go up and take a look?"

Song Zixuan saw that it was getting late, and if he didn't set out to find that Specter, then Zhao Wentian would really be helpless.

Lu Zijia shook his head, "I said before that it is up to the Zhao family to save Mr. Zhao or not."

Hearing this, Song Zixuan frowned slightly, and asked Lu Zijia his doubts, "Did you guess that this would be the result when you were in the hospital?"

Recalling the strange words Lu Zijia said in the hospital before, Song Zixuan felt that she should have known something long ago, but she didn't say it too clearly.

Lu Zijia chuckled, "I'm not an immortal who can count on everything. I'm just an ordinary person now, don't think of me as omnipotent."

She did see that Zhao Wentian was carrying human life, but she really didn't know how.

Although she also guessed the current result, she could not be 100% sure.

Whether in the realm of self-cultivation or the realm of mortals, many unforeseen accidents will occur.

So, nothing is 100% certain.

Song Zixuan, "..."

ordinary people? Is this woman an ordinary person?

If this woman is just an ordinary person, isn't he not even an ordinary person?

Thinking this way, Song Zixuan deeply felt that Lu Zijia, a woman, was born to attack people!

"You've been drawing all night and one morning, and you haven't drawn enough yet?" Seeing Lu Zijia continue to draw talismans, Song Zixuan couldn't help but said with a little disgust.

Although Lu Zijia's talisman was a good thing, he felt a little psychological shadow.

Especially when he thought that Lu Zijia would sell these talismans to him at some point, the shadow area in his heart suddenly more than doubled.

"Hey, what do you know, you unlucky bastard, I call it preparedness. If there is business, but I don't sell it, it will be a big loss!"

Lu Zijia shook his head and said seriously.

Mu Yunhao on the side, "..."

How much does the second young lady like money? In this short morning, he has heard the word money from the second young lady's mouth many times.