Farming in the Mountains: Max Level Jiaojiao Is Three Years Old

Chapter 1767: Chapter 1767: Just Don’t Kill Me
 

Back in the mansion, there wasn’t much left to eat either. Originally, she paid the old lady to buy food everyday, but the mansion also required rent. How could she afford the rent in the future? She didn’t even have a single dollar left; those heartless people had been too cruel, not leaving her a single coin.

Unable to accept this, Wu Lingxi continued to search as daylight broke the next day.

By dusk, no one had found her. Hungry, tired, and desperate, she just collapsed and fainted.

“Someone has fainted, quickly take her to see a doctor!” A kind-hearted bystander saw her and hurriedly took her to the clinic.

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Meanwhile, as Wu Lingxi fainted, those watching Wu Changcai saw him take the money and run. To prevent Wu Changcai from escaping elsewhere, which would make it troublesome to recapture him later, and considering Wu Changcai had already confrontationally broken ties with Wu Lingxi, capturing Wu Changcai and interrogating him wouldn’t tip off Wu Lingxi nor cause her to take precautions. Thus, the watchers simply captured Wu Changcai and delivered him to Xue Shi in Peace Town.

This was another mansion owned by the Xue family in the town. Hearing that Wu Changcai had been captured, Xue Shi came along with Emperor Hao.

At this moment, Xue Shi and Emperor Hao were leisurely sipping tea in the main hall of this mansion.

Two people were watching, and another was keeping an eye on Wu Lingxi. Naturally, it was one of the people who had brought Wu Changcai here. That person pushed Wu Changcai directly, causing him to fall at Xue Shi’s feet.

Seeing the long knife in the hands of his captor—shiny and giving off a cold gleam—Wu Changcai, lying painfully on the ground, thought of getting up but didn’t dare to.

“Who, who, who are you?” Wu Changcai stammered.

Even though he had studied for a few years, he had never witnessed such a scene firsthand.

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Moreover, it was happening to him.

He was terrified that the knife might slash his neck or stab him to death right there.

The person who had captured him looked cold and indifferent, with a scar on his face that clearly came from shedding others’ blood. Wu Changcai was frightened.

“Stop trembling, as long as you confess honestly, we won’t take your life,” Xue Shi said with a smile, then sipped his tea contentedly.

Emperor Hao, looking totally relaxed, didn’t even glance at Wu Changcai. After drinking his tea, he leaned back, closed his eyes, and appeared to sleep.

But Xue Shi knew him well. Seeing him this way, he knew Emperor Hao wasn’t really sleeping; his ears were definitely listening.

“Alright, alright. As long as you don’t kill me, I’ll confess whatever you ask,” Wu Changcai said. After all, nothing was more important than his life.

If he were to die, he’d have nothing left.

“I hear you stole all Wu Lingxi’s money?” Xue Shi joked. Wu Lingxi had indeed reaped what she sowed.

“How did you know?!” Wu Changcai replied, extremely surprised. But seeing the blade quietly positioned against his neck, he dared not speak carelessly and immediately answered, trembling, “Yes, yes. She deceived my master that she only had a thousand silver, but I know her, she definitely has more—”

Not waiting for him to finish, Xue Shi said impatiently, “You only need to answer my questions directly, no need to explain anything.”

Seeing the knife pressing closer to his skin, Wu Changcai hurriedly exclaimed, “Okay! Okay!”

Only then did Xue Shi set down his teacup and ask another question, “Have you and Wu Lingxi really secretly married?”