"So?" Song Fengchen said in a deep voice, dropping the big yellow croaker in his hand.

He was unable to evaluate what the old woman did.

Say she is cruel, she is obviously also a victim.

Say she is innocent. She can make a living child into a dog and raise it with peace of mind for more than ten years. She doesn't know if she will feel terrified when she dreams back at midnight.

And that boy.

It is true that the ignorant is not guilty, and the crimes of the parents are beyond his control, but he killed the children in the belly of the old woman. There is no doubt about this.

Then there is Qu Xiaoxiang. He obviously only wanted to burn the adulterer and the adulteress, but in the end he killed six children in a daze. If it weren't for the old woman, he would have died a few decades earlier.

Can you say that the two of them must be innocent?

In the whole thing, the only people who were really innocent were probably the six vain children.

By the way, and the driver who drove the black dog to death—

Thinking of this, Song Fengchen frowned slightly: "Does fellow Daoist interfere with the driver's affairs?"

He remembered that Qu Zhongjun once said that the driver died of a heart attack caused by an argument with the old woman. Later, when his family mourned him, he encountered a wild boar and went down the mountain. The family of more than a dozen people died halfway.

This is a coincidence.

Hearing this, the old woman's face was relieved. How could she not understand Song Fengchen's meaning, and only said: "Don't worry, fellow Daoists, you are wronged, the debts are yours, and the family members are not harmed. I still know this rule."

In other words, she did move her hands and feet in the driver's death.

Song Fengchen was calm, what could he say, if it weren't for the driver who killed the black dog by drunk driving, the Qu family wouldn't have fallen to this point, let's consider that he deserved it for the time being.

But even if the old woman was not the culprit for the death of his family, she could not be blamed.

Song Fengchen hesitated a little, he didn't know whether he was involved in such a thing, whether it was good or bad.

As if seeing through Song Fengchen's thoughts, the old woman only said, "You don't have to think about too much, you don't have to think about it too much. You just think of it as I spent money to ask a fellow Taoist to help suppress this ghost."

Song Fengchen raised his brows slightly.

In the end, he doesn't need to stand on a moral point of view. If he intervenes in this matter, it naturally becomes purely taking people's money and eliminating disasters in nature.

Song Fengchen thought about it, but it was not unacceptable.

Anyway, the old woman's body has broken down, and she can barely be considered as paying the price for what she has done, and it is just as to save Qu Xiaoxiang and his son.

Thinking of this, Song Fengchen's eyes fell on the drawer in front of him. He stretched out his hand, grabbed the white jade finger and the dozens of Qing copper coins, and said, "I agree."

The old woman laughed, then panted roughly, covered her mouth, and coughed violently.

It would be great to be able to settle a period of cause and effect with money.

Also, it was much easier to convince Song Fengchen than she thought.

...

"Where is that ghost now?"

"In my body... I made fellow Daoists laugh. I am older and unable to keep up with my energy. In addition, I have not touched the Dao Fa for more than a decade, and the ghosts are aggressive again. I have no choice but to get out of here. The next move. If a fellow Taoist arrives even one day late, I'm afraid I will see my corpse."

"How do you want me to deal with this ghost?"

"It's not difficult. Today is the first year of the new year. Tonight, when I am son, the yin is the most vigorous. That Li Gui will definitely take this opportunity to break my seal with all my strength. The moment he comes out is when he is weakest. By then It’s easier for fellow Taoists to deal with him."

"……good."

The tools and props of Yiying were all prepared by the old woman in advance. What Song Fengchen had to do was to persuade Qu Xiaoxiang and his son to go to the guest house.

"There is no way, that Li Gui's target is the old lady. Only if she stays here can she draw the Li Gui out." Song Fengchen glanced at the old woman and explained.

"Then, okay." Qu Xiaoxiang nodded hard, and then said in a deep voice, "In short, the safety of my wife is in the hands of Mr. Song."

As he said, he looked at the old woman, and the other smiled back to reassure her.

Song Fengchen nodded: "Don't worry, Mr. Qu, I know it in my heart."

Qu Xiaoxiang took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Okay, then I'll go and pack a few changes of clothes."

After he finished speaking, his straight back buckled for a moment.

Sending away Qu Xiaoxiang and his son, Song Fengchen turned and entered the Qu's kitchen. When he came out, he had a few pancakes and a bowl full of spicy chicken.

The old woman saw it, thought about it, and said, "I remember, there are two bottles of old white dry in the cabinet in the corner of the kitchen."

Hearing this, Song Fengchen put down the things in his hands and went back to the kitchen.

"Friends of Taoism, I toast you a cup." Song Fengchen picked up the porcelain bowl and touched the old woman.

"Friends of Taoism are polite!"

After taking a sip of strong wine, Song Fengchen bit the cake and sat on the steps in front of the house, "Is it worth it for fellow Daoists to do this?"

The old woman is not bad in nature and good at her skills, but she bluntly played a good deck of cards into what she is now. As a fellow, Song Fengchen will inevitably feel sorry for her.

"It's not worth it, it's all about this point." The old woman smiled, a rare art: "My dream when I was a child was to be a chivalrous girl, but in the end I became fainted by feelings. The lamb, but I never regret it."

"Tao is friendly." Song Fengchen thought for a while, saving others with oneself. If Xu Shujian had something wrong now, he might not be more crazy than the old woman.

The two were chatting, just when Song Fengchen was talking about the upsurge, the old woman suddenly interjected: "Friends of Taoism, it's almost time to come."

Song Fengchen recovered, only to see the old woman holding her belly, her face pale, and sweat on her forehead was like rain.

Song Fengchen handed over the remaining pancake to her, and saw her trembling hand, took the pancake and stuffed it into her mouth with difficulty.

Then she fell from the chair and curled up, shuddering.

Listening to the dull whimper in the ear, Song Fengchen took a stack of talisman paper, took out one and pasted it on the old woman's forehead.

There was only a stab, and the talisman was instantly brilliant, and in the next moment, it burned without fire and turned to ashes.

Song Fengchen didn't panic, took out a piece of talisman paper and pasted it.

These runes are all masterpieces of Song Fengchen, in order to consume the strength of that ghost as much as possible.

As the moon rises to its highest point, the hour has come.

The old woman grabbed the ground with her head, with a grim look and tears of blood hanging in the corner of her eyes.

At this moment, only a thorn was heard, a withered palm came out of her belly, and blood ran all over the floor.

As if feeling freedom, that hand grasped tightly and loosened.

Suddenly, a cloudy wind blew in the calm yard, and the old woman squirted out a violent blood, and fell crookedly.

She was lying flat on the ground, her body convulsing, she turned her head to look at Song Fengchen and tried her best to prevent herself from fainting.

Song Fengchen stared fiercely at that palm, seeing the other arm stretched out, and the moment a blood-stained head came out of the old woman's belly, Song Fengchen's pupils tightened.

He moved. He got up a handful of wooden chopsticks of different lengths in front of him, inserted it into the incense burner and stirred it, and then slammed forward. The wooden chopsticks turned into streams of light and dark, rushing towards his head. .

"Puff--"

Unexpectedly, the five brightest streams of light plunged into the head and continued to fly forward with the head.

It was like pulling out a radish to bring out the mud. With the sound of blood pouring out of the sky, a whole soul body was pulled out of the old woman's belly by the streamer, and was struck by a dozen streamers afterwards. Nailed to the wall.

"Oh--" The heart-piercing roar almost pierced Song Fengchen's ears. He fixed his eyes to see that the man on the wall had long hair, was plump, and had small limbs. His eyes were red. On the lips are two sharp fangs.

Is this a human or a dog?

At the moment when Song Fengchen was puzzled, only a crackling sound was heard, and the stream of light instantly lost its light, leaving only the wooden chopsticks being forced out of the body by the ghost and falling to the ground.

The Li ghost steadily landed on the ground, moving his muscles and bones while looking at Song Fengchen with a provocative expression.

It seems to be saying, is this trick tickling him?

Song Fengchen didn't raise his eyes, and directly raised the basket of wooden chopsticks by his feet to the altar table.

Another pair of wooden chopsticks was thrown out, and Li Gui had seen him. He didn't even hide, but didn't want to hide. The moment the wooden chopsticks entered the body, Song Fengchen quickly pinched Wu Lei Jue with both hands.

Accompanied by the crackling sound, the streamer engulfing the power of thunder directly blasted the ghost spirit from Li Gui's body.

"Oh-" The piercing pain tormented the Li Gui almost went mad, and finally, he forced the chopsticks that had been pierced into his body again.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Song Fengchen waved his big hand, and another dozen streams of light came towards him.

hide--

Only this word remained in Li Gui's mind.

Unexpectedly, he dodges faster, and Song Fengchen throws his chopsticks faster.

However, after a few breaths of effort, Song Fengchen not only blocked the way he escaped, but also turned him into a black charcoal by the way.

Seeing another dozen streams of light rushing towards his face, in a panic, his eyes fell on the old woman lying on the ground, his eyes lit up, and he rushed over without hesitation.

Want to get on her body?

no way.

But at the moment when Song Fengchen was planning to stop him, watching the Li Gui who had brought him to the door, the old woman was distraught. With the last effort, she bit her tongue violently, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out, just right. Sprayed a face of oncoming ghosts.

"Aw—"

Li Gui was flew upside down directly, accompanied by a sound of corrosion, Li Gui covered his face and rolled on the ground, screaming endlessly.

Song Fengchen felt relieved, tore off the wooden sign on his neck, and walked over.

"No, no..." Seeing Song Fengchen's movements, Li Guisi shrank and hid back.

Song Fengchen didn't hesitate, and directly slapped the wooden sign on his forehead.

A black light flashed, the ghost was gone, and there was a red bar on the wooden sign.

After doing this, he looked back at the old woman. The other party was shaking his hands. He was picking up the intestines on the ground and stuffing it into his stomach. Noting Song Fengchen's gaze, she raised her head and pulled out a satisfied smile.

Song Fengchen was silent, because he knew that the reason why this matter was so easy was based on the old woman taking her own life as the footstep.

Before dawn the next day, Qu Zhongjun knocked on the courtyard door.

He was confused and pale: "Mr. Song and Mr. Song, my dad is dead."

"How come?" Song Fengchen was taken aback.

"He, he took a whole bottle of sleeping pills."

Is this suicide?

Song Fengchen recovered.

"By the way, Mr. Song, where's my mother?" Qu Zhongjun cried a face, just at this moment, he smelled a faint smell of blood in the air, and a bad thought immediately rose in his heart.

Song Fengchen glanced at him and turned his body sideways.

Qu Zhongjun looked up. In the yard, there were two benches, a bed board, and a white bed sheet. Under the bed sheet, the outline of a person could be vaguely seen.

Qu Zhongjun is struck by lightning!