Chapter 825 Shot, break! 【2 more】

   "..."

  As soon as these words were uttered, there was a moment of silence on the dinner table.

   Even Yin Yaonian felt his scalp tingling.

  Nian Yi'an jumped up suddenly, his face was a little pale: "Sister Qingqing, don't, don't scare me."

   "What to scare you, it's not your life." Si Fuqing glanced at him, "Didn't you just say that this number is strange?"

   "I, I... I didn't expect it to be so strange!" Nian Yi'an hugged Ye Zhenmian, who was also pale, "Then...that life was taken away, what should mother do? How could it be a borrowed life?"

   "A little trick." Si Fu rubbed his chin, "Everyone should know the contract, right?"

  Nian Yi'an nodded.

   "That person asked my aunt to borrow money, and my aunt agreed, which is equivalent to signing a contract." Si Fuqing raised a finger, "Although we know, it's not money at all."

   "The contract is equivalent to the establishment of this transaction, aunt, do you still remember how that person asked you to borrow money at that time?"

  Ye Zhenmian recalled a bit, and recounted the events at that time.

  When the old man borrowed money, he thanked her very much, and carefully asked her again and again whether she was willing to lend him the thirteen dollars with all her heart.

   asked her three times.

  Seeing that the old man was pitiful, she wanted to give him a hundred yuan directly, but he refused anyway.

   "Of course he disagrees." Si Fuqing said flatly, "If you give Auntie a hundred yuan, it will be different from the number written in the contract."

   "If the contract cannot be fulfilled, I cannot borrow your life."

  Ye Zhenmian's body trembled: "It turned out to be like this, then I..."

   "Don't worry, Auntie, I'm here, Brother Nine is here too, he can't borrow your life at all." Si Fuqing comforted her, "If he can borrow it, he has to see if he can afford it."

   "It's just that my aunt must be more vigilant in the future. Once you find that the other party's words and deeds are strange, you must immediately stop communicating with the other party."

   Hearing this sentence, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

   "I've completely remembered it now." Ye Zhenmian patted his chest, his expression suddenly changed again, "Qingqing, I remembered, he didn't just ask me to borrow money."

   "He also found a few passers-by to borrow, all of which were three yuan or thirteen yuan."

  Si Fuqing narrowed his eyes: "It seems that he has a big appetite. Everyone borrows a little, and the accumulation of a little is a huge number."

   "Qingqing, we must expose this person's sinister intentions." Ye Zhenmian was very angry, "It is this kind of person who prevents people who really need help from being helped."

   "Yes." Si Fu tilted his head up, "Ninth Brother."

  Yu Xiheng always knew what she was going to do, she nodded slightly: "Qianjunmeng has already sent people to look for it."

   "The 80% possibility is also related to them." Si Fuqing said, "Now that the dragon veins protect the mountain formation has been built, and the five formations are integrated into one, even an army of 100,000 undead cannot attack."

  Yu Xiheng closed his eyes: "Well, they are using this small method to infiltrate."

   "I'm going to visit Guanghua Temple." Si Fuqing stood up, "Auntie, just wait for Yi'an to pick up Huanhuan, and we will have dinner together."

  Ye Zhenmian smiled: "Okay."

  The phone lights up at this moment.

  Yu Xiheng glanced at it: "I found it, I'll go there."

  **

  Guanghua Temple.

  The monk just came back from outside and brought a jug of wine.

   Seeing that there was no one around, he happily took a sip and enjoyed himself.

   Just then, a lazy voice sounded.

   "Hey, monk, why are you hiding and drinking alone again? A Buddhist holy place, aren't you afraid that the Buddha will cut your head off?"

  The monk was startled, and almost dropped the candied haws he bought for the little monk to the ground.

  He hid the wine gourd first, then turned around.

   When he found a head protruding from the wall, the monk let out a long sigh of relief: "Female benefactor, you scared the poor monk to death."

   Si Fuqing sat on the wall: "I'm looking for you to do the fortune telling, don't be bitter and hateful, I'll give you the money first."

  The monk immediately took out the payment QR code.

  Si Fuqing fell into silence watching his skillful movements.

  She scanned the QR code.

  The monk coughed a few times: "The female benefactor and the benefactor who has the luck of the crape myrtle and the fate of the emperor have already achieved a positive result. It is really not easy."

   "Oh?" Si Fuqing narrowed his eyes, "You know he is Ziwei's luck, the fate of the emperor."

  The monk has not yet noticed the danger: "I know."

  Si Fuqing glanced at him: "Well, why didn't you tell me? You can also see his identity, right?"

  Monk: "..."

  He touched his head in embarrassment: "Female benefactor, we pay attention to a fate in our business. When the fate is met, everything will be clear. There is no benefit in advance."

  Si Fuqing suddenly said: "Monk, I checked you."

  The monk was at a loss: "What does the female benefactor mean?"

   "You were adopted by your parents." Si Fu rubbed his chin, "They said you suddenly appeared at the door of the house, wrapped in golden swaddling clothes. Don't you think you are extraordinary?"

  The monk touched his head, a little ashamed: "No, but my math is really bad, this thing is so **** difficult, I just can't understand it!"

   "You can see many things that onmyojis can't see." Si Fuqing blinked, "Monk, don't be humble."

  Hearing this sentence, the monk restrained his lazy expression and turned slightly serious: "Female benefactor, it's a disaster."

  Si Fuqing's expression froze: "Master, please tell me."

   "There is a hurdle in your body." The monk pointed to her, "If you can get through it, we can get through it. This hurdle requires many people to help you, and even one less person can't do it."

   "Let me see, um, the two numbers four and nine are very important to the benefactor."

  Si Fuqing's eyes were slightly deep: "Master, you—"

  The monk rubbed his head, pretending not to hear: "I'm drunk, I need to rest."

  He walked, eating candied haws.

   have been back to their own courtyard.

  The little monk finished sweeping the fallen leaves and raised his head: "Master, where's my candied haws?"

   "Oh!" The monk quietly hid his sugar-stained left hand, with a serious expression, "My disciple, I want to test you a riddle."

   "Again before the waves and in the wind, what word is this?"

  The little monk scratched his head: "No?"

   "Yes." The monk beamed, "It's gone."

  The little monk burst into tears with a "wow": "Master, you are a big liar! I'm going to sue you."

   "Hey, don't dare, don't dare!" The monk hurriedly grabbed the little monk, "I will take you to eat pastries, Master, don't cry."

  The little monk laughed through his tears: "Master, I want to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake and lotus cake..."

  He announced the names of ten pastries in one go.

  Monk: "..."

  He clenched his purse tightly, wanting to cry but without tears: "Let's go."

  **

   At this time, in an old-fashioned house a few streets away from Imperial University.

  An old man with gray hair came in.

  He took off the hood and disguise, revealing his original appearance.

   is a middle-aged man with wicked eyebrows.

  Afterwards, the middle-aged man took out a handful of money from his pocket, and said flatteredly, "A lot of people have been tricked in the past two days, and they are really stupid. They borrow as much as they want."

  The woman is sitting in front of the bed, looking after a comatose boy.

  Hearing this sentence, she was shocked: "You borrowed it again? Other people's lives are lives!"

   "It's the lives of worthless people." The middle-aged man said indifferently, "Anyway, they can live so long, what's the matter with giving some to my son?"

   As he spoke, he burned the borrowed money with a candle.

   "Borrow it for a few more days, and our son will be fine." The middle-aged man was very happy, "That fairy's words are indeed true."

   A few days ago, even the hospital was helpless about their son's illness.

  But at this time, a mysterious man appeared and told him that he could use this method to save his son's life.

  He didn't believe it at all at first, so he tried it with doubts.

  It turned out to be really useful.

  So in the past few days, he stepped up his efforts to borrow his life, and at the same time, more greedy thoughts were born in his heart.

   If he borrowed enough, wouldn't he be able to live forever?

  The woman opened her mouth and was about to say something when suddenly the boy on the bed coughed violently.

   Even started vomiting blood.

   "What's going on?" The middle-aged man looked flustered, "What's going on with our son?"

   When he borrowed his life a few days ago, his son's illness was also improving.

  Why did you suddenly vomit blood today, and it got worse in an instant?

  The middle-aged man panicked.

  He found that he didn't leave the contact information of that mysterious person at all.

  His fingers were trembling and he wanted to call an emergency call, when a voice rang out faintly.

   "Has anyone ever told you that life should not be borrowed casually?"

  The next second, the middle-aged man felt his own shoulder being gently patted.

   Well, the novel is purely fictional, please don’t take it seriously,

  

  

  (end of this chapter)