I'm the villain's mother.

Chapter 197
"What are you thinking?"

Jiang Mu Wanwan was in a daze, Feng Yuan couldn't help asking.

"I was thinking you must be working hard."

Feng Yuan turned around and sat in front of the bed: "It's nothing, it won't be hard work until you get here."

Mu Wanwan smiled: "Who did you learn this kind of talk from?"

Feng Yuan raised his eyebrows: "Su Hu, he also said that it's better to have raised eyebrows."

Mu Wanwan reached out and pushed Feng Yuan's head away.

"Since this place has become like this, we shouldn't stay any longer. Let's go to Muling County earlier."

Feng Yuan nodded.

"However, we should find one more person before that."

Mu Wanwan was still in a daze, but Feng Yuan had already held Mu Wanwan's hand.

Walked down the somewhat muddy road, bypassing the withered marriage tree.

The bustling last night was like a dream, as if there had never been a Yuelao Festival, and there had never been a Suihua Village.

She raised her head and looked at the top of the marriage tree, but she could no longer see the colorful ropes tied into knots.

After following Feng Yuan around, Mu Wanwan looked up and saw a building that had been burned down to the point where only a few pillars remained.

"here is?"

Feng Yuan smiled: "Don't you think it looks familiar? You were here last night to pick up other people's hydrangea."

Mu Wanwan suddenly realized: "Is this the home of the rich man?"

Feng Yuan didn't speak, and motioned Mu Wanwan to look at the pillar in front of him.

Mu Wanwan looked over there, and didn't think there was anything at first, but when she looked carefully, she saw a group of remnant souls glowing with blue-green light.

"This is." Mu Wanwan walked slowly towards the light. "The remnant soul of the rich man's son?"

Feng Yuan nodded.

The group of remnant souls suddenly dispersed slowly, and Mu Wanwan saw a figure scattered like dust.

After looking carefully for a while, I saw that it was the face of the rich man's son, but half of it had been burned.

Mu Wanwan was still looking at it, but the soul rushed towards her.

Feng Yuan raised his hand and trapped the soul.

"stop."

Mu Wanwan stopped Feng Yuan's hand that was about to do something.

"Let me come."

Feng Yuan probably understood what Mu Wanwan meant, and took a step back slowly.

Mu Wanwan reached out to take Feng Yuan's enchantment.

"How did you become like this?"

The ghost could no longer be calm. After hearing this, Mu Wanwan only felt the enchantment in his hand groan.

She looked at Feng Yuan helplessly: "Is there any way you can let me look into his memory."

Feng Yuan said lightly: "Stretch out your hand."

Mu Wanwan only felt itchy palms, and slowly a formation formed.

"Looking for the spirit array, if you cover this array on the barrier, you will be able to see his past."

Mu Wanwan did as she said, and then she only felt a white light flash.

She became a spectator, and it was also Moon Festival, and she was also throwing hydrangea, and was also picked up by passing girls.

But the ending is quite different.

"Who would like him? Maybe these men really like him, so they came here to pick up the hydrangea."

"Don't think that if I pick up your hydrangea, I will marry you."

"For such a man, he should feel honored if a woman looks at him."

"Hahahahaha, no woman likes a man like him."

"No matter how much money you have, it's useless."

Words are not like any weapon because there are no wounds that hurt.

She watched people come and go, and she also watched him get soaked in the rain.

The chubby rich man came over and hugged his child.

"It's okay, Tianying, let's move to another place, a place where no one knows us. We're not married anymore. Dad will teach you how to do business, and dad will teach you how to make money. I'll leave the family business to you. Even if everyone doesn't want you , Dad will always be by your side."

It was the first time for Mu Wanwan to seriously examine the rich man. She thought that a rich man would not care so much about the feelings of such a child, but he actually loved his son so deeply.

Although the son may not be married, although he may no longer have his own offspring, he doesn't care.

He only cares about his son.

The father and son hugged each other tightly in the rain, and the child's suppressed cries finally came along with the heavy raindrops.

She watched the father and son pack their things under the kerosene lamp, saw the son reach for the sword, and saw the father take out a handkerchief.

In the middle of the night, the drizzle gradually subsided.

The moon also poked out its head slowly.

The black shadow also slowly sneaked over, and Mu Wanwan watched helplessly as several ragged people poured alcohol on the ground, and even brought firewood from the rich man's house.

"Isn't it good for us to do this?"

One of them asked a question.

"What's the matter, if he is a man, he can come out with his father."

"But if something happens and we don't come out, we will kill people."

"Murder? What murder? We sleep at home and don't know anything."

"Speaking of which, I was afraid that he would wake up early and sneak in early to drug all the kettles in their house."

The voice gradually faded away, Mu Wanwan watched the fire ignite helplessly, she reached out her hand to pick up the firewood on the ground, but her hand went through the fire, through the firewood.

She can only watch everything happen, nothing can change.

"Do you know why I didn't come out that night?"

The picture stopped abruptly, and the son of the rich man walked out from the darkness.

He was still wearing the red dress that day, his face was pale, and there were no wounds on his face.

Mu Wanwan looked at him: "If you are willing to tell me."

He sighed: "If you can hear this, it means that I also heard it at that time. But you know that what they put in the kettle is poison."

Mu Wanwan was shocked: "That's murder!"

He smiled: "Yes, but my father was poisoned and died soon. The fire outside is burning. How can I leave? How can I leave my father who loves me so much?"

Mu Wanwan only felt soreness in her eyes.

"Can you let me see the end?"

The picture turned back again, the flames were soaring into the sky, the son hugged his father tightly, letting the flames lick his body.

He used his own body to build a high wall for his father's corpse. His face, style, and behavior may not be the most masculine, but at this moment, he is more stalwart than a god.

"You said, what did I do wrong?"

Mu Wanwan's tears flowed down one side, and she turned to look at him.

He reached out and took out a handkerchief from his pocket.

"This is my father's most cherished veil, and my mother's favorite one during her lifetime."

He handed over the handkerchief, but Mu Wanwan's hand went through it.

"I forgot, I'm already dead."

Mu Wanwan turned her head and watched the picture gradually darken, which meant that he had gradually died.

Tears were uncontrollable, Mu Wanwan reached out and wiped them away.

"You are not wrong, and you don't need to change. Those who think you are different should be changed, and those who should kill you are those who killed you. You should have a bright and bright life."

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