Looking at the Guitou Knife on the ground not far away, Song Fengchen's tense nerves relaxed and his vision gradually blurred. The next moment, he fell crookedly.

Just now, Shi Gu said that the kick hit Song Fengchen with a solid kick. If his body wasn't strong enough, he would have passed out due to serious injuries on the spot.

It has not been easy for him to persist until now.

Xuan Zhenzhen, who cautiously stretched out his head outside the window to inquire about the situation in the living room, saw this scene. He took a short breath and almost blurted out: "Look less to the subject--"

Before the words fell, the two brothers Xuanzhen turned the window and walked in. Seeing this, the Ding family also hurriedly followed.

"It's okay." Xuan Zhen retracted his hand under Song Fengchen's nose, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Together with Xuan He, he helped Song Fengchen up from the ground.

The Ding family met, and together they brought back the sofa that had rolled into the corner.

Settling Song Fengchen, as if thinking of something, Xuanhe slapped his thigh and flew up to the second floor-because the stairs had turned into a pile of construction **** in the fight just now.

When he came back, he had an extra jade box in his hand.

Xuan Zhen saw it, his eyes lit up, and he ran into the kitchen and took out a pestle.

Xuan He opened the jade box, poured the fresh honeysuckle inside into a mortar and smashed it vigorously, then flushed it with water, and poured it down into Song Fengchen.

But it was not the box of honeysuckle that Song Fengchen gave to Guangyang more than a month ago.

Feeling a surge of vigorous spiritual power in his stomach, Song Fengchen struggled up and drove this spiritual power to wander within the internal organs.

After about a quarter of an hour, he panted lightly, opened his eyes, and what caught Xuanzhen and the others was surprised and mad.

"Shaoguanzhu/Mr. Song!"

Before Song Fengchen could speak, there was a sirens outside the house.

"The police are here." Ding Sijing stood up straight. With such a big movement, it was what they expected to attract the police.

He said, "I'll deal with it."

...

"Mr. Ding, this is a bit of trouble for you. In this half an hour, our police department has answered no fewer than fifty calls alone, saying that you are here for a while with lightning and thunder, for a while, and for a while, and for a shot. Something..."

"Director Du should have heard about my family's affairs, right? No, behind the scenes the black hand came to the door..."

"Oh, nothing happened to your family, right?"

"With Director Laudu's concern, they are all fine."

"That's good, that's good!"

"Thanks for Director Du to come here so late. It's just that you look at my house, which is riddled with holes. It's not good to entertain Director Du into the house for tea at this moment. Or, I will be the host for another day, and I will be at the Peninsula Hotel. Chief Du, please have two glasses. It just so happened that I got a bottle of 61 years old Latour some time ago."

"Mr. Ding is polite! Since you have said so, then we will not disturb you."

After sending off these policemen, Ding Sijing turned back to the villa and looked at the leaky living room. He said, "Master Song, I must not be able to live here. I still have a sea view villa on the east side, but it is a bit away from here. Far away. How about we go to the hotel for one night?"

"Alright." Song Fengchen still had a pale face. He swallowed hard and looked at Xuanzhen: "Brother Laofang Xuanzhen, help me get a piece of Zongguiren's heart."

"Yes." Xuanzhen nodded after realizing it. When he thought of Guangyang who had been transferred out and his injuries were getting more and more serious, he couldn't get out of bed anymore.

He drew a dagger from his feet, walked to Zongguiren's corpse, squatted down, took off Zongguiren's clothes with one hand, and cleanly plucked a piece of meat from Zongguiren's heart with the other hand.

At the end, he looked at the ping-pong-sized meaty chunks in his hand, and didn't know if he felt it was a little bit less or something else, and he waved his hand down again.

Xuan He looked at it, picked up the jade box used to store honeysuckle and handed it to Xuan Zhen.

Xuan Zhen put the meat into the jade box, looked back at Song Fengchen, and asked, "Should watch the Lord, what should I do next?"

Song Fengchen reluctantly cheered up: "Dry the thing, make it into flour, add three dollars each for keel, achyranthes, and bergamot, one for each of cinnabar, dipsa, and one or two glutinous rice, six taels of sesame oil, and boil it. Make it into a cream. Then apply it on the palm print of the master's chest in three times, nine hours at a time."

He urged: "The time must be well grasped, it can be less but never more than nine hours, otherwise it will be counterproductive."

"Okay." Senior Brother Xuanzhen was eager to try, wishing to make the medicine right away, so that he could get rid of the desperate palm on Guang Yang's body.

"As for this--" Song Fengchen's gaze fell on the ghost knife not far from Zongguiren's corpse.

Ding's family followed his line of sight, and the air was suffocating.

But no matter how embarrassed Song Fengchen was beaten by Shi Guyan before.

The current situation is that Shi Guyan has been sealed by Song Fengchen in the Guitou Knife. As long as Song Fengchen thinks, he has thousands of ways to get rid of Shi Guyan.

But the premise is that Shi Guyan should die or not?

Shi Guyan, the wealthy businessman, the Ding family, different people, from different angles, will naturally have different views on this matter. Song Fengchen was on the side of Ding's family, and his subjective attitude was inevitably biased.

Suddenly, Song Fengchen really couldn't make a decision.

At this moment, the light from the corner of his eye suddenly fell on Ding Sijing.

That being the case, why not ask the victim's opinion!

He thought, and said, "What does Mr. Ding want to do with Shi Guyan?"

Ding Sijing was taken aback for a moment, and then he calmed down. For a while, he said: "Chopping the grass without removing the roots, the spring breeze blows and regenerates."

He paused, and then said, "There are pitiful things about the hateful."

Song Fengchen was startled slightly, but he didn't expect Ding Sijing to have a Madonna's heart.

But at the next moment, Ding Sijing said in a cold voice, "Then let him die!"

Song Fengchen's mouth twitched, determined to take back his silly and sweet thoughts, he said, "Understood."

After solving the Ding family's affairs, Song Fengchen did not intend to return to the mainland immediately. Because before he came, he had promised Xu Shujian that he would go back unscathed.

Obviously, he broke his promise.

In order not to make Xu Shujian angry, he can only choose to recover from the injury in Ding's house before returning.

Guangyang is with him.

Guangyang is not an ungrateful person. With the friendships he had lived before, the estrangement in his heart with Song Fengchen may not disappear for a while, after all, Changning's position as a master has been his obsession for half of his life. But one yard goes to one yard, this does not prevent him from treating Song Fengchen as a lifesaver.

When the two of them healed together, they naturally had more opportunities to contact each other. When they sat together, they discussed the issues of metaphysics and Taoism the most.

After all, Guangyang came from a serious Taoist school, and he didn't say anything about knowledge, he knew everything, and he really helped Song Fengchen solve a lot of doubts about cultivation.

Suddenly, the two got along very harmoniously.

With Ding's family offering delicious food and drink, Song Fengchen and Guang Yang's injuries finally healed before the New Year's Day.

Before returning to the capital, Song Fengchen buried the Guitou Knife in the tomb of the Ding Family's ancestors, along with a set of Eight Sun Formations.

The purpose of arranging this set of eight sun formations is to gather the sun from heaven and earth and slowly erode away the ghost energy in Shi Guyan's soul body.

Song Fengchen guessed that for no more than thirty years, Shi Guyan would have less ghost energy in his body than even a new ghost.

At that time, even if Shi Guyan escaped by chance, Ding's family would be able to clean him up in the first place. After all, as long as the Ding family does not die, there will still be two to three hundred years of wealth.

What's more, the taste of my ghost energy being corroded by Yang Qi is uncomfortable, and it is a bit better than the pain when giving birth to a child.

This is the true meaning of life is better than death, nothing more than that.

Of course, Shi Guyan is not without a chance to escape, as long as he is willing to let go of the obsession of slaughtering the Ding family, he believes that he will be sent to reincarnation immediately.