Getting the Divorce Letter

Su Qing walked over, grabbed Liu Bao Cang's broken arm, and carried him to the chair. 

Liu Bao Cang screamed in pain like a pig being slaughtered, his face pale and gasping for breath. Cold sweat the size of beans dripped down his face.

Su Qing placed the ink-covered brush in his uninjured right hand and ordered coldly, "I'll read. You write. "

Before killing him, she had to break off their relationship. Otherwise, she would feel disgusted to be named as his rotten widow.

Liu Bao Cang was in so much pain that he couldn't even hold his brush. As soon as the brush fell on the table, Su Qing slapped him. Liu Bao Cang saw stars and spat out blood.

Afraid of being beaten again, he quickly grabbed the pen and looked at Su Qing pleadingly. 

He mumbled, "Please! Please, stop hitting me! I'll write! I'll write!"

"It's written in the divorce letter. Liu Bao Cang suffered from a hidden illness and couldn't complete his husband's path. He ate, gambled, and lost all his family's money, so he was not worthy of being a husband. Therefore, he divorced his wife, Su Shi. From now on, the man and the woman will have nothing to do with each other."

Su Qing's tone was indifferent, and every word came out of her mouth clearly. Her face, which was swollen from Liu Bao Cang's beating, was blue and purple, and her head was larger than usual. Coupled with her cold voice, there was a gloomy atmosphere in the broad daylight.

Liu Bao Cang's expression changed when he heard her mention his unmentionable illness. This was his secret, one that no one knew about. It was also because of this illness that he could not consummate his marriage with Su Qing, let alone carry on the family line. He was afraid that if people found out about it, they would beat Su Qing to death and make people misunderstand that Su Qing could not have children.

To write out his unmentionable disease so bluntly for everyone to see was a humiliation worse than death to him.

Anger appeared in Liu Bao Cang's eyes, but before he could say anything, he felt a sharp pain in his left arm, so painful that he curled up. He wanted to shout for help, but Su Qing dislocated his jaw.

Seeing Su Qing's deep and cold eyes, Liu Bao Cang felt as if he had seen a ghost. He could not suppress his fear, nor did he dare to disobey this woman's orders anymore. He took the brush and started to write on the paper.

The Liu family first trained Liu Bao Cang, but he was stupid and stubborn. He didn't even pass the exam. The Liu family then turned to train the second son, Liu Baozhu. However, he could still write some common words.

Su Qing watched him finish writing expressionlessly, then directed him to sign and date the next part. She raised his hand and punched Liu Bao Cang in the nose, blood immediately flowing out.

Liu Bao Cang was stunned. 

Su Qing grabbed Liu Bao Cang's thumb, dipped it in his own blood, and pressed his fingerprint on the paper.

Satisfied, Su Qing picked up the divorce papers and glanced at Liu Bao Cang. Seeing the killing intent appeared in her eyes. Liu Bao Cang was frightened and looked at her with pleading eyes.

"I hate him to death. Please make him wish he was dead."

Just as Su Qing was about to end Liu Bao Cang's life, a voice full of hatred floated into her ear.

Su Qing looked up and saw that it was a thin and delicate village girl. Her figure was light and fleeting, like fog that could disappear at any time.

The dress she was wearing was exactly the same as the one she had on herself. Those pair of beautiful eyes were looking at her pleadingly, and tears were falling drop by drop. 

There was no reluctance, only endless hatred.

"Alright," she said.

Su Qing knew that this was the soul of the original owner who had been persecuted to death. She decided to fulfill the poor girl's last wish. She grabbed Liu Bao Cang's collar mercilessly and threw him to the ground. She then stepped on his fingers one by one, crushing them. Liu Bao Cang was in so much pain that he trembled, fainting several times before being woken up by the pain.

In the end, Su Qing stepped heavily on Liu Bao Cang's lower back, causing him to pass out from the pain. He would never be able to stand up again in this life. 

He had become a complete waste, a fate worse than death.

After dealing with Liu Bao Cang, Su Qing looked up at the fleeting figure and saw the girl's happy expression, as if she had gotten her revenge.

"Thank you, miss. I still have one more thing to ask. This servant was kidnapped by that evil woman, Madam Sun. I beg miss to help me find my biological parents."

The ghost was sobbing pitifully, but Su Qing's expression remained unchanged. 

She nodded her head and said, "I promise you."

Su Qing did not have a childhood. From the moment she could remember, she had spent her time killing. She had developed the ability to kill and had also hardened her heart.

The ghost's wish was fulfilled. It bowed deeply to Su Qing and disappeared.

Su Qing didn't delay any further. After dealing with her evil husband and obtaining the divorce papers, the next step would be to live the life she wanted.

In her previous life, she had killed so much and lived in the shadows of blood every day. She was tired. She just wanted to live a peaceful life, find an honest man, marry him, have a few cute children, and grow old with a white head.

This body had suffered so much abuse and heavy labor all year round. Even if it was well taken care of, it would not live long.

Just now, she had to rely on the power of her previous life to subdue Liu Bao Cang. Now that the power of her soul had disappeared, she was so weak that she could barely walk.

"Little seven."

Su Qing didn't like this feeling of weakness, and she didn't want her second life to end so quickly. She tried to contact the healing system from her previous life.

Only War Gods could have such a system. The system came with God level medicine, making functions and all kinds of ancient secret recipes. It could combine herbs according to the secret recipes into elixirs that could cure all kinds of injuries and illnesses.

"Master, little seven is here!"

A familiar voice rang in her ears, and Su Qing's cold eyes flashed with a rare smile. In her lonely life of killing, the system was like her pet, accompanying her everywhere.

Every time she came back injured, it was little seven who treated her and helped her recover quickly.

Su Qing returned to her indifferent look. Her cold voice was emotionless as she ordered little seven, "Heal me!"

"Alright!" Little seven agreed adorably and began to perform a body scan on Su Qing. 

After the scan, she reported to Su Qing, "Moderate concussion, broken nose, three broken ribs, multiple soft tissue injuries, serious internal damage, spleen rupture, kidney damage, and liver bleeding. Master will die at any time."

Little Seven's voice sounded like she was about to cry. Her heart ached for the host!

Su Qing's brows furrowed as she ordered in a deep voice, "Healing." 

Her killing intent rose again. That b*stard mother and son did not deserve to live.

"The treatment requires one brain clearing pill, one Jingu ning pill, and one Restoration pill. Currently, the medicine storage is insufficient, so the host needs to replenish the medicinal herbs."

Su Qing had no money to replenish her medicine, so she had to go into the mountains to collect herbs. Even if she left, she could not let the mother and son of the Liu family take advantage of her. If she wanted to survive, she had to have money and food. Once she found enough money, she could go to the pharmacy to buy medicine. She endured the pain and began to search.

The Liu family was no longer the same as before. The money they had earned from selling the original owner's golden necklace and golden bangle had almost all been spent. The house had collapsed too, so it was very difficult to find the item.

Su Qing rummaged for a long time, only to find a tael of silver and a few dozen copper coins. There was no food left, and it was all buried under the ruins. Just as she was about to give up, a ray of light flashed into her eyes.

Su Qing walked over and bent down to pick up the shiny object.