I am cannon fodder, but I can hug thighs

Tu Huaining's originally careless expression became serious, with a look of scrutiny and probing in his eyes: "Resurrection from the dead?"

"Yes, resurrection, you must have heard of it. After all, such a strange thing happened to your cousin." Xuan Yunfei exposed her disguise and refused to let her play dumb.

His biological mother died young, so no matter whether this treasure that could bring the dead back to life was real or fake, he wanted to give it a try.

"Tsk, I can't keep you here any longer." Tu Huaining gradually became murderous. If this person wanted to bring her back to life, then he would definitely ruin her plans.

"You don't have to be so afraid of me. I'm just trying to get the treasure and won't hinder your plan. Her life or death has nothing to do with me." Xuan Yunfei's eyes flashed quickly, "If you really can't get it, you can do whatever you want with it."

"You also know that it would be easy for you to kill me with your ability." No matter how reluctant Xuan Yunfei was to admit it, this was the fact. Most people in this world would have almost no chance to fight back as long as they were within three feet of Tu Huaining.

Tu Huaining disagreed: "Everyone should speak the truth to people and lie to ghosts. Except for you, who knows what you are up to? I am too lazy to bet on other people's integrity."

"Tell me, what do you want?" Xuan Yunfei knew that since she hadn't taken any action yet, there was still room for negotiation.

Tu Huaining took out a small bottle and threw it to him: "Eat it, and I will give you the antidote after I kill her. It's okay if you don't want to eat it." She took out another small porcelain bottle and said, "Now I will send you to heaven."

Xuan Yunfei poured out a pill without changing his expression and swallowed it, then handed the bottle to Yan Heqing: "Eat it, this evil woman can really do it."

The corners of Yan Heqing's mouth kept twitching as he looked at the small bottle. He never expected that he would end up in such a situation one day, but he still took the medicine.

"Are you relieved now?" There was a hint of anger in Xuan Yunfei's voice. Even though he had to bow his head because he could not defeat Tu Huaining, this was the first time he experienced such humiliation.

Tu Huaining took the remaining medicine back, raised his chin slightly, and said proudly: "Of course, goodbye."

After Tu Huaining left, Xuan Yunfei crushed a corner of the table and said bitterly, "Nothing good will happen if you meet her. She is unlucky for everyone. No wonder she is a star of misfortune."

He didn't expect that Tu Huaining would not even allow any room for negotiation in order to kill Lin Lin.

"I didn't expect that the young master could be so patient." Yan Heqing clearly felt that Xuan Yunfei was going to kill people several times, but he still endured it again and again. "The young master has this patience, no matter what he does, he will succeed."

Xuan Yunfei heard the sarcasm in his words and snorted coldly.

It's not that he can't bear it. He just doesn't want to lose the hope of resurrecting his mother because of this. His father regards this as nonsense, but as a son, it is difficult not to try. If it can really bring his mother back, what's wrong with him tolerating Tu Huaining now.

At this time in the capital, the Xu family could never have imagined that their original family affairs would actually alarm His Majesty and the Prime Minister. They had previously agreed that they only needed to open the coffin and conduct an autopsy to determine the truth, but now an oral order has come down, putting the Xu family in a dilemma.

He first said that opening the coffin was against the harmony of heaven, earth and man, and then he said that he understood the difficulties of the Xu family and that they should indeed identify the body. The Xu family could not figure out what Xia Zhengan meant and did not understand whether the coffin should be opened or not. Although the oral order allowed them to open the coffin for an autopsy, the eunuch's words before he left, "The dead are the greatest," seemed so intriguing.

"Open it, why not? If it's not my sister lying inside, are we, the children of the Xu family, going to worship her for nothing? If it's really my sister, she certainly wouldn't want others to focus on her identity and deceive us!" The second wife of the Xu family covered her lips with a handkerchief, staring straight at Madam Xu who was sitting upright, "Sister, is that right? If you are really my sister, you certainly wouldn't care."

Madam Xu sat upright, with her brothers behind her. She was already disheartened by all the trouble she had been through. She didn't even know whether her resurrection from the dead was a good thing or a bad thing. "Yes."

With a faint bitter smile on her lips, she looked at her former husband. The tenderness in his eyes was gone, only doubt and embarrassment. Since she came back, he had never smiled at her.

It was as if her resurrection had brought nothing but untold troubles.

If the living people don’t care, what’s there to care about a corpse? It’s all empty talk.

"In that case, we'll open the coffin tomorrow to determine whether it's real or fake." The old lady of the Xu family leaned on a cane and spoke in a hoarse voice. She had been disturbed for a while. In such a short period of time, the old woman who was already half buried in the ground now looked even older.

She stood up, leaning on a cane with one hand and walking out with the other hand supported by someone. When she passed by Madam Xu, she tilted her head and said, "Come with me."

"Mom!" Xu Zhengxin understood the deeper meaning behind Madam Xu's behavior and shouted in disapproval.

"What? Don't I even have the right to see someone now? I'm not dead yet!" The old lady leaned on the ground with her cane, her voice old but powerful, "I have one foot in the coffin now. I haven't seen Mian Niang for three or four years. I almost forgot what she looks like. Now I want to take a good look at her, but I can't do it?"

Madam Xu covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief, her eyes moist. Apart from her children, she was the only mother-in-law in the Xu family who was willing to see her. She stood up and walked to Madam Xu to greet her, whispering, "Please be careful at the threshold."

Madam Xu looked at her, hesitant to speak, her cloudy eyes filled with longing: "Hey."

Nothing the Xu family did escape Song Shiqiu's eyes. As for the result of opening the coffin tomorrow, he could probably guess it. The bones lying in the coffin must be Six Fingers, even if Mrs. Xu was really the Mrs. Xu of that year.

This art of resurrection may be true, but the final result must be false. Otherwise, I don’t know how many people will use resurrection to cheat people in the future, and how many people will be deceived. If it encounters some paranoid people, I don’t know what will happen.

Although Song Shiqiu has returned to Beijing now, Xia Zhengan, thinking of the hard work Song Shiqiu has endured during this period, asked him to pretend to be injured on the battlefield and recuperate at home. As for the resurrection, he can take care of it if he wants to, and if he doesn't want to, he can leave it to others. There will only be one result anyway.

Fang Yuzhu was actually involved in the Xu family's matter. He gave Fang Yuzhu an invitation and made an appointment to meet at Tingyu Tower.

Fang Yuzhu had a bad feeling when she heard that it was Song Shiqiu who wanted to invite her out, especially after she heard that Song Shiqiu was also watching the affairs of the Xu family. She knew what this meal was for before the other party even opened his mouth.

"Let's just ask directly if we have anything to say." Fang Yuzhu drank the hot goat milk brought by the maid, "After all, the Xu family's affairs have little to do with me."

"Since it has nothing to do with you, why do you want to intervene?" This is exactly why Song Shiqiu didn't understand. No matter what the outcome was, Fang Yuzhu would not get any benefits from the Xu family, so why bother getting involved.

Fang Yuzhu put the bowl on the table and wiped the corners of her lips with a handkerchief: "I just can't stand them making things difficult for a woman like this. Madam Xu is too pitiful."

"Then have you ever thought about what will happen if the ghost and god stories come true? You can sit in your current position, it is impossible for you not to have thought of it." Song Shiqiu couldn't understand the purpose of her doing this. If Da Xia was in chaos, what good would it do to Fang Yuzhu.

"Isn't it our decision as to what the truth is? I just want to help Madam Xu, who is also a woman, but whether a person is a ghost is still up to us." Since it can explain Lin Jin's resurrection, why can't Madam Xu's be explained? "Madam Xu is not the only one in the capital. The same thing has happened to several other families. Don't you find any problems?"