Chapter 12: Jiang Zhongmou's Disdain

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Hum!!!

Following that, an overwhelming stench surged into the sky—for a closer look, it turned out that Song Qingyi was scared literally to the point of wetting himself.

"Don't kill me, no, don't kill me!"

As a swindling fortune-teller, Song Qingyi had never witnessed such a scene; his entire brain plunged into a blank state.

Ye Fan asked with a face as cold as frost, "Celestial Master Song, I ask you, why did you conspire to harm my daughter?"

Central Plains City was a provincial capital with a population of tens of millions. There were countless infant girls who shared the same year, month, day, and time of birth as Jiang Long, the young master of the Jiang Family. He didn't believe for one second that choosing Ye Ling'er as a sacrificial burial for Jiang Long was mere coincidence.

"I'll talk, I'll tell everything, if I do, can you let me off the hook?" Song Qingyi chattered nervously.