The price is really not low. It is not that Boss Zhao is really sincere, but that he has a clear heart. So many Dendrobium flowers are placed here, indicating that Song Fengchen must have a large piece of wild Dendrobium in his hands.

Dendrobium officinale is not cheap either. Boss Zhao remembers that last year's market price, the price of fresh Dendrobium candidum stems was so much lower than that of Gastrodia elata, this is still under the condition that there is no market.

In the eyes of Boss Zhao, if he could make a long-lasting business with Song Fengchen, it would be nothing to make a profit.

How could Song Fengchen know the true price of these things? He just stared at Boss Zhao's face and glanced at him, making sure that the other party did not fool him, and then he nodded readily: "Okay, just follow the price that Boss Zhao said."

Boss Zhao smiled even more, even the paleness on his face went down a lot. He waved his hand, and the guy ran into the house neatly, and when he came out, he held a steelyard in his hand.

When the Tianma and Dendrobium flowers passed, Boss Zhao quickly calculated his mind.

"Five catties of gastrodia, ninety-one catties, four hundred and fifty yuan. Dendrobium spends eight and two yuan, one hundred yuan and one tael, eight hundred and twenty yuan. The total is one thousand two hundred and seventy yuan."

"Yes." Song Fengchen curled his lips in a happy mood, not in vain for his hard work in the past two months.

However, the wild Gastrodia he had dug from the mountain was more than that, but after finding that large piece of Dendrobium officinale, he felt that now that he had a new source of income, he should not be short of money for the time being. So he deducted two and a half catties of gastrodia elata, intending to give half of it to several patients in the bullpen to replenish their bodies.

Song Fengchen thought, with this one thousand two hundred and seventy yuan, plus the three hundred given by Zhou Haochang just now, and the fifty given by Li Xiao, the second child of the Li family, before, he has more than one thousand six hundred yuan in his hand.

You know, in Yuexi Village, the villagers get up early and greedy the dark and work hard for a year, and the average income per person is only about 15 or 6 yuan.

For Song Fengchen at this stage, that's probably the case for getting rich.

However, reality does not allow Song Fengchen to be too optimistic, after all, living well and living well are two completely different concepts.

The Chen family boss also helped him put more than two hundred yuan in medicine money. Needless to say, this must be paid back. The bullpen is a bit too shabby, and the rainy season is coming soon, and major repairs are necessary.

Song Fengchen used to have no money in his hands, so how could he dare to think about these things. Now that he has plenty of money, these naturally have to be put on the agenda.

Coupled with the eating and drinking Lhasa of the No. 8 and 9 people, Song Fengchen himself is also a good enjoyment. He is not so used to eating tartary buckwheat cakes. The expensive rice and white noodles are daily consumables, which is another relatively large expense. …

Calculating this way, this little money really can't help spending it.

Fortunately, Dendrobium flowers can bloom until the end of June.

Song Fengchen was comforted.

After finishing the calculations, Boss Zhao greeted the man to find a big wooden box, stared at him to collect the Gastrodia and Dendrobium, and then turned to Song Fengchen and said, "Go, Brother Song, come in, I'll get you the money."

In just such a short time, Comrade Song became Song's brother.

Song Fengchen smiled and followed.

Taking advantage of Boss Zhao’s time to get the money, Song Fengchen instructed the guy: "Thank you for helping me prepare one hundred catties of polished rice and one hundred catties of white flour, and we will check out together later."

After speaking, he looked around, and then said for a while: "There are three more beddings and pillows."

After a while, he said, "I want six sets of toiletries."

…

The last thought is still unfinished: "Two cans of nutritious milk powder, two cans of fruit."

—This is something he greets every time he comes here.

When Boss Zhao came out holding an iron box, and once the general ledger was calculated, the money that fell into Song Fengchen's pocket was less than 200.

For Song Fengchen’s big hands, Boss Zhao should be the happiest person. He turned around and took a pack of cigarettes from the container and handed it to Song Fengchen. He wanted to say something polite, but suddenly there was a grunt in his stomach. He finally got it. The **** face instantly turned pale.

Boss Zhao curled up and grinned, "Oh, my stomach."

"What's wrong?" Seeing Boss Zhao's painful look, Song Fengchen subconsciously reached out to help.

Boss Zhao quickly grabbed Song Fengchen's hand, and then he barely knelt down. His two bent legs trembled, and he said breathlessly, "His belly and belly are starting to make noise again."

Song Fengchen: "Do you need me to take you to the hospital?"

Boss Zhao is weak: "No, no, help me out first."

The guy on the side hurried up to help, and the two worked together to lift Boss Zhao onto the recliner in the yard.

After resting for four or five minutes, Boss Zhao's tightened brows slowly stretched, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "Finally, he is alive."

The guy quickly handed him the hot water he had prepared, and hesitated: "Boss, why do I think your stomach is a little weird, and it hurts more and more. How can it be okay to be in the sun? You can't see the sun. Just say it hurts again. I think you should go to the hospital again!"

Boss Zhao slowly took a sip of water under his belly, and his originally stretched eyebrows tightened again. He rubbed his belly: "I also found it a bit strange, saying that I had eaten my stomach. I also had a few extra meals since I came back last night. When I went to the hut, I stopped pulling after taking the medicine. Why did my stomach cramp so much today?"

Hearing this, Song Fengchen felt even more weird. He thought about it again and again, and finally said, "Boss Zhao, can I look at your belly?"

"Huh?" Boss Zhao was taken aback and looked up to face Song Fengchen's serious face.

What's so good about this?

But since Song Fengchen had asked so, and it didn't seem to be a problem, Boss Zhao nodded his head even though he was puzzled.

He picked up his clothes and lowered his head: "Look... Hey? Why is there a mole on my stomach?"

Song Fengchen also saw a black spot the size of a soybean above Boss Zhao's belly button.

He frowned slightly, and although he knew that this black spot might be the culprit that caused Boss Zhao's stomachache, he couldn't see how it was abnormal.

It's really hard to draw conclusions for a while.

He thought for a while, then turned around and took out a compass from the bamboo basket.

Boss Zhao raised his head, only to see Song Fengchen stretched out his hand and dialed the pointer of the compass in his hand that pointed to the south.

After the pointer turned slowly two times, it still pointed to the south.

"What's wrong?" Boss Zhao didn't know why, but he still knew Compass. He remembered the peach wood sword in Song Fengchen's basket just now. He looked suspicious, but lowered his voice: "Brother Song, you are Xuan The man in the door?"

Song Fengchen was ignorant, he stared at the unresponsive compass.

It shouldn't be!

Song Fengchen thought, suddenly a flash of inspiration.

He raised his head sharply, and the bright sun pierced his eyes.

He squinted: "Go, go back to the house."

Boss Zhao was skeptical, but subconsciously followed Song Fengchen.

When Boss Zhao and his mates both entered the house, Song Fengchen closed the door to prevent direct sunlight.

At this moment, he didn't need to stretch out his hand to dial, the pointer on the compass had already moved on its own, and after shaking it left and right for two times, it pointed directly in the direction of Boss Zhao.

Boss Zhao stared slightly, he tentatively moved a step to the right, and the pointer shifted to the left following him. He ran behind Song Fengchen, and the pointer instantly rotated 180 degrees to point to Song Fengchen.

really!

Song Fengchen sank. It's no wonder that the compass outside just couldn't sense an abnormality. It turned out to be suppressed by Yang Qi.

Boss Zhao’s heart beat faster: "Brother Song, what is going on?"

Song Fengchen put away the compass and turned around with a slightly complicated expression.

I could only say that it was curiosity before, but now it is determined that 90% of this matter was caused by someone behind the scenes. Then Boss Zhao will save him or not.

If this is saved, it is tantamount to grabbing food from the mouth, and it is bound to offend the people behind the scenes.

Seeing Song Fengchen's hesitation, Boss Zhao was frightened. He was cautious: "Brother Song?"

Song Fengchen raised his head and stared at Boss Zhao's face, confirming again and again that he was indeed not a villain. Then I thought about it, from the moment he took out the compass, he had actually been involved in this matter, not to mention that seeing death is no different from murder.

Thinking of this, Song Fengchen sank and said: "Before I was only skeptical, now I can basically be sure that the reason why you have a stomachache is because there is something that you shouldn't have in it. I guess you are very likely. It's been tricked by others."

Following Song Fengchen’s gaze, Boss Zhao lowered his head, his gaze fell on the black spot above his belly button with a dazed expression. He didn’t expect that he was just having a normal stomach trouble. How could he get involved with the gods and gods. relation.

At this moment, there was another gurgling sound, and his stomach seemed to be stabbed by thousands of hot knives. A heart-wrenching pain instantly pulled the absent boss Zhao back.

He barely climbed on the shoulders of the guy who came to help him, his eyes flushed, his mouth was trembling, and his anger was like gossip: "Song, Song brother..."

Song Fengchen reacted, and then flipped his left hand, a talisman seal appeared in his palm, and then he patted the talisman seal on Boss Zhao's belly.

"...Help, help. Huh?" Boss Zhao, who was still wailing, suddenly exclaimed. He barely stood up with his weak legs, stretched out his hand to touch his stomach, and it didn't hurt anymore!

Boss Zhao's heart was lingering, and his complexion changed. He was trembling and stumbled: "Brother Song, you, I..."

Song Fengchen didn't understand what Boss Zhao meant, he just nodded: "Boss Zhao is relieved, I can't do things that I won't save you. But I can only promise to do my best, and I don't dare to guarantee the outcome."

Boss Zhao nodded desperately like a pecking hen, although in that ten minutes, what happened a bit subverted his worldview. But he was very convinced of Song Fengchen's methods, the evidence was the talisman paper pasted on his stomach.

Not to mention who can he rely on besides Song Fengchen now?

Boss Zhao was frightened and a little excited. He has always been bold, "Then Comrade Song, what should I do now?"

Song Fengchen pondered for one or two: "Thank you, boss Zhao, to prepare something for me first."

Boss Zhao quickly said, "Brother Song, please give orders."

Song Fengchen thought for a while, and said quickly: "Mirror, ash at the bottom of the pot, black dog's blood, cinnabar, milk...Let's do it first."

Boss Zhao nodded, then turned to look at the dumbfounded guy beside him, urging angrily: "What are you still doing in a daze? Didn't you hear what Brother Song said?"

"Ah, oh!" The guy came back to his senses, turned and ran out in a mess.

When everything was ready, Boss Zhao and his buddy waited by the side, looking surprised.

Only saw Song Fengchen take out a blank yellow paper, lit it and threw it into a porcelain bowl containing well water, and picked up a chopstick, stirring it sometimes clockwise and sometimes counterclockwise. It's just that when stirring clockwise, the black dog blood mixed with cinnabar is added, and when stirring counterclockwise, the bottom ash is added.

After tossing back and forth seven or eight times in this way, the well water in the bowl turned into a black and red sticky substance.

Song Fengchen said, "Match."

Boss Zhao grabbed the matchbox on the table in front of the guy, took out one, burned it and sent it to Song Fengchen.

With a flutter, the viscous object in the bowl caught fire, and the blue flame was so gorgeous.

The guy craned his neck, but his eyes widened.

At the moment when the flame in the bowl turned from blue to red, Song Fengchen picked up his chopsticks and knocked on the edge of the porcelain bowl. The flame in the bowl fluttered and went out instantly.

The guy retracted his neck subconsciously.

Boss Zhao was a little nervous: "Brother Song, what is this for?"

"Look at what's in your stomach." After saying that, Song Fengchen picked up a mirror on the table, raised the porcelain bowl, and splashed it on the mirror surface. The black and red sticky thing turned out to be like a drip. It all stuck to the mirror like glue.

Song Fengchen took the mirror and walked to Boss Zhao and pointed it at his stomach.

As soon as Boss Zhao lowered his head, he couldn't see anything vaguely on the mirror.

He looked puzzled, but didn't want to. At the next moment, the black and red sticky substance on the mirror suddenly began to shake violently.

Boss Zhao slowed his breathing subconsciously, only to see the red and black sticky objects on the mirror surface shaking faster and faster. After about two or three minutes, the things on the mirror surface had a rough outline.

Boss Zhao's eyes widened, and it was difficult to distinguish what appeared on the mirror. The top is his liver, the bottom is the stomach, the large intestine is on the left, and the small intestine is in the middle... His heart beats faster, and the things that appear on the mirror also increase the speed of peristalsis. .

Boss Zhao suddenly felt that the distribution map of human organs posted in the ward of the county hospital was still somewhat useful.

Song Fengchen spoke again: "Milk."

This time, there is no need to wait for Boss Zhao to urge him, the man has already sent three bowls of milk eagerly.

Song Fengchen picked up a bowl casually and poured it straight on the mirror surface. The three colors of black, red and white were strangely mixed together, and the mirror surface instantly blurred again.

After a while, the red part of the sticky substance seemed to be driven by something, and it began to flow downward, drop after drop of the red and white mixture broke through the barrier of the sticky substance, and fell drop by drop along the edge of the mirror. Splashes of blood.

When the three bowls of milk were all spilled on, Boss Zhao's cloth shoes had been soggy and dyed red, and the mirror surface became clear.

The various organs disappeared without a trace, leaving only seven chopsticks thick and thin bamboo arrows clearly reflected in them.

The dazzling sharpness at the tip of the arrow blinded Boss Zhao.

He trembled, his teeth trembled, "Song, brother Song, this..."

Song Fengchen straightened up, and the moment the mirror and Boss Zhao's stomach staggered, the bamboo arrow swayed and disappeared, leaving only a small amount of pot bottom ash on the mirror surface suddenly flashing.

"Bamboo arrows? Seven?" Song Fengchen suddenly said, "Nailhead Seven Arrows."

Boss Zhao weakly asked, "What is this?"

Song Fengchen conveniently placed the mirror on the table next to him and explained: "A few of the Taoists do not need to know the birth date and name of the other party. As long as there is an item used by the other party, one of the spells can be cast. Die with intestines and stomach."

Boss Zhao is terrified. Although he seems to understand but he does not understand, he only knows one thing: "Then, can you solve it?"

Song Fengchen shook his head, "With my current cultivation base, I'm afraid it won't work."

I remembered Song Fengchen’s sentence just now, ‘Those who have been subjected to this operation will surely die of intestines and stomachache. Boss Zhao trembled, his face was ashen.

Song Fengchen's voice changed: "Although you can't break this spell forcibly, you may not be able to take tricks."

Hearing this, Boss Zhao's eyes lit up, and when he mentioned his throat, his heart fell down. He became nervous: "So, Brother Song, do you think?"

Song Fengchen nodded: "We need to prepare something more."

…

Song Fengchen said, the man ran and broke his leg.

"I found the chicken. I found it." The guy picked up an old hen and ran back out of breath. "Bought it from Mr. Li's house on Xinhong Street. His youngest son got married today. This is the dowry from the woman. Thanks to Mr. Li's enlightenment, he didn't embarrass me."

But no, this is all ‘robbing’ people’s dowry.

Boss Zhao nodded, "When this matter is resolved, I must wrap a big red envelope and come to thank you personally."

With that said, he looked at Song Fengchen with a look of eagerness.

"give it to me."

Song Fengchen took the old hen from the buddy, then took a porcelain bowl and a knife and placed it in front of Boss Zhao, just saying, "Put some blood out."

"Hey." Boss Zhao picked up a knife and drew a stroke on the palm of his hand without saying a word.

At the juncture of life and death, he can care about whether it hurts or not.

"Enough." Seeing a small bowl of blood coming out, Song Fengchen called to stop.

He only saw him pick up the spoon and added half a spoon of cinnabar to the bowl. After stirring a little, he pulled out a red string and put it into the bowl. After the red string was soaked, he took it out, handed one end to Boss Zhao, and tied the other end to the old hen's left foot. superior.

After doing this, he mixed the remaining blood with white wine and fed it to the old hen.

He let go, and the old hen fluttered her wings and landed straight on the ground, motionless.

Boss Zhao also tied the red rope to his left foot. He raised his head and the old hen also raised his head.

When he noticed this, Boss Zhao looked surprised, he secretly poked and raised his left foot, and the old hen also raised his left foot.

The unsteady old hen fell to the ground with a plop, and Boss Zhao also fell to the sky.

The man covered his mouth and laughed aloud.

Song Fengchen explained: "Since it is a trick, the only way I can think of for the time being is to prepare a substitute for you, and then transfer the nailhead seven arrows technique in your body to the substitute."

Boss Zhao got up from the ground and glared at the guy fiercely, without making any trouble.

Just looking at Song Fengchen's painting of a gourd, he set up two mirrors.

Boss Zhao held a mirror by himself, and the man helped to put the other mirror in front of the old hen.

Only this time there was a big bowl on the ground under the mirror.

With a splash of milk, the cinnabar and black dog blood on the mirror surface dripped into the bowl.

A few minutes later, seven bamboo arrows appeared in the mirror in Boss Zhao's hand, while the mirror in the man's hand was empty.

Song Fengchen picked up a large bowl of red and white blood under the two mirrors. The bowl under Boss Zhao’s mirror was aimed at the mirror in Boss Zhao’s hand, and the one under Boss Zhao’s mirror was aimed at Boss Zhao’s mirror. Got out.

Boss Zhao closed his eyes almost reflexively.

However, the fact is not what he thought, the blood that was spilt not only did not splash around, but was firmly glued to the mirror surface like a ball of colloid.

Boss Zhao cautiously opened a gap, and as the blood on the mirror surface swayed, his stomach suddenly turned to the sea, his face also turned from yellow to purple and then white, and his body kept trembling.

He clenched his teeth and persisted.

At this moment, there was a sudden violent knock on the door outside the house: "Is anyone?"

Song Fengchen's face suddenly changed.

I saw that the old hen in front of the buddy seemed to have been awakened, tilted her head and giggled.

…

At this time, hundreds of miles away in the countryside, I saw only an old man dressed in Tsing Yi and Tong Yan Hefa sitting on the Datong shop with his eyes closed and meditating. Right in front of him, there was a grass man, and the grass man was lit up around him. A lamp, with seven yellow symbols plastered on his forehead, and seven bamboo arrows shot in his belly.

"Oh!"

Suddenly there was a rooster cry in the void.

The old man opened his eyes suddenly, and after looking around, he only thought that some chicken came nearby. He was calm and prepared to close his eyes again, but didn't want the light from the corner of his eyes to fall on the grass man, only to see that the seven bamboo arrows in its stomach were slowly disappearing.

Meng Duanyou's pupils tightened, and said in a deep voice: "Where is the junior, I don't know how high the sky is."

When the seven bamboo arrows in the grass man's stomach reappeared, the seven oil lamps lit all around suddenly went out.

He sneered: "Do you think you can escape from my palm?"

Meng Duanyou grabbed two pieces of talisman paper and threw it forward. Seven oil lamps were forcibly lit where the talisman paper passed.

He muttered something, and stretched out his hand in the direction of the grass man’s neck...

…

Song Fengchen made a decisive decision, grabbed the old hen, picked up the rice wine on the table and poured it a few more sips.

The old hen flapped its wings weakly, closed her eyes, and stopped completely.

Boss Zhao was sweating, and when he felt that he was about to be unable to hold on, his stomach suddenly stopped.

His taut face loosened, and he tried to **** his stomach, but it didn't hurt anymore. He blinked, and the swaying colloid on the mirror directly in front of him fell straight to the ground as if it had lost its restraint.

When I looked again, the mirror was empty.

The man followed and looked forward, his hands shivered subconsciously, and there were seven more bamboo arrows in the mirror he was holding.

Song Fengchen let out a sigh of relief: "It's successful."

Boss Zhao plopped and sat on the ground. He lifted his sleeve and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He barely pulled out a smile: "Yes, yeah...ah-"

His tone changed, his hands suddenly grabbed his neck, his eyes protruding, as if he was caught in his neck and breathing hard.

Song Fengchen didn't have time to think about it, he subconsciously reached out and grabbed Boss Zhao: "What's wrong with you?"

At this moment, Boss Zhao suddenly heard a burst of strong suction, and Song Fengchen couldn't prevent him, "It's not good—"

Before he finished his words, his soul and Boss Zhao were sucked into a whirlpool.

It happened so suddenly, when the guy came back to his senses, Boss Zhao and Song Fengchen fell to the ground one after another, motionless.

"Boss, Comrade Song?" The guy quickly reached out to help, but the two of them didn't move. The guy swallowed, and tremblingly stretched out his hand, placing it under Boss Zhao's nose.

"Dead, dead..."

The guy's eyes were straight and he kept talking to himself. He was startled and afraid, "Why, how could this be?"

He was in a state of confusion, as if thinking of something, he went to the doctor with a sudden illness: "Baking in the sun, yes, yes, it's all right after the sun."

Thinking of this, the man staggered up from the ground and helped them to the yard.

He did not listen to his legs, and trembled like chaff. After two or three minutes, he stretched out his hand again, and the two of them still did not breathe.

He collapsed, crying: "How to say you die, you will die!"

The knock on the door outside the room continued: "I heard someone inside, why didn't I open the door."

The guy was dumbfounded, he heard the words opening the door, and didn't know if it was due to professional habit or something else, he walked over to open the courtyard door swayingly.

Outside the door was a middle-aged woman in her forties. She looked impatient: "Why did you open the door at this time? I don't know if there is a distinguished guest at my house, would you just wait to buy rice and cook it?"

She pushed away the buddy and saw Boss Zhao in the yard at a glance. There was no lack of envy in her tone: "Oh, they are still taking a nap at this time!"

The man suddenly recovered, and there was only one thought left in his mind. If someone knew that the boss and Comrade Song were dead, would the police suspect that he was the one who killed him, and then arrest him and go to jail for a gun?

He shuddered, gritted his teeth, as if he had made up his mind, and replied stiffly: "You have a quieter and quieter voice. Don't disturb them to rest. Come in with me."

The middle-aged woman gave a tut, and she looked at her buddy, "What's the matter with you? Her face was chalk-grey."

The guy's eyes flickered: "I ate the wrong thing at noon, making my stomach trouble."

The middle-aged woman screamed, and didn't ask much.

The buddy breathed a sigh of relief for an instant.

…

"Me, what's wrong with me?"

Listening to Boss Zhao's exclamation, Song Fengchen calmed down, and he realized that he was floating in the air.

I heard Boss Zhao cry out in shock: "Who are you?"

Song Fengchen raised his head fiercely, and Chase lay in front of him, and Meng Duanyou was looking at them with a vigilant expression.

To be precise, it was Song Fengchen who looked at the golden light of merit.

Boss Zhao's gaze fell on the few grass men in front of Meng Duanyou, and he suddenly said, "Is it you who hurt me behind?"

Speaking of this, he shrank his neck and hid behind Song Fengchen.

Meng Duanyou's face was blue and white: "A good man of merit."

Originally thought that the other party could not even break his nailhead and seven arrows, and could only save others by surrogate skills.

This can be a bit tricky.

Good people?

Song Fengchen knew it, not to mention how many good things he had done during his journey through the rivers and lakes in his last life. He only said that after he washed his hands in the golden basin, the number of children he rescued was not tens of thousands but also five or six thousand. Therefore, this merit is golden light, and he has got one point. Not worth it.

Thinking of this, Song Fengchen immediately took a reassurance, and at first he worried that he would be implicated by Boss Zhao unarmed and fall into the hands of the black hand behind the scenes, even if he would die forever. Now that he is backed by the golden light of this kind of merit, he is full of confidence.

At this moment, Meng Duanyou opened his mouth and said, "For the sake of being a good fellow, I don't want to be an enemy of you, and please don't stop me from taking revenge."

"Vengeance?" Song Fengchen frowned slightly, and he looked at Boss Zhao behind him.

Boss Zhao widened his eyes, "I don't even know you."

Meng Duanyou looked at Boss Zhao with a gloomy expression, and glared, "You are from Hejia Village, Baizhen."

Boss Zhao nodded hesitantly.

Meng Duanyou asked again: "Your home is in line two."

Boss Zhao nodded again.

Meng Duanyou sternly said: "Twenty-four years ago, a mother and daughter fled through Hejia Village and lived in your house. Unfortunately, her mother was ill and was bedridden. Before she died, she was helpless to be only twelve years old. Entrusted her daughter to your parents, asked your family to help send her daughter to her natal parents in Jiangxian County, and gave your parents a gold bracelet as a reward."

"As a result, after she died of illness, your parents turned back, not only ignoring the golden bracelet, but also deducting her daughter to be you a free child bride-in-law. Within a few years, the pro-democracy movement broke out, and your family was short of food and clothing. Heart-hearted, sold her daughter to a lame old man in the next town to be his wife..."

Meng Duanyou angrily shouted: "Am I right?"

Boss Zhao trembled and said with difficulty, "Yes."

Song Fengchen frowned.

Meng Duanyou said word by word: "They are my wives and daughters."

Boss Zhao smiled bitterly. He was only twelve years old at the time, but he remembered this incident deeply: "But my parents have already been retributed, they sold it..." He choked: "After that... a group of people came from Hejia Village. Refugees. I don’t know who disclosed the news that my family had food. One night, the gang of refugees broke into my house, except that I escaped because of hiding under the bed, my parents, my elder brother and sister-in-law, my nephew and niece, All seven people are gone."

From then on, he became a wanderer.

"God's eyes are open, retribution is unhappy." Meng Duanyou is rude.

Song Fengchen said, "It stands to reason that his parents are already dead, and it's not a disaster for his family. Why do you want to kill him now?"

Meng Duanyou opened his eyes in anger, with blue veins rising on his forehead. He gritted his teeth: "My daughter is dead. Hualiu died of illness..."

Flower willow disease?

Isn't this a disease that prostitutes get?

Thinking of this, Boss Zhao paled.

Meng Duanyou took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "After she died, she turned into a grudge, her obsession will not go away, her grievance will not disappear, she will not enter the cycle of rebirth, and she will not return to life."

"Her obsession..." Song Fengchen looked at Boss Zhao subconsciously.

Meng Duanyou replied coldly: "Kill all the people who made her fall to such an unbearable level."

If it hadn't been for offending the enemy and being chased by the enemy, his wife and daughter would not be forced to flee to their natal family for refuge, nor would it lead to a tragedy.

Meng Duanyou felt very guilty, even more unwilling to stain her daughter's hands with blood, which would add to the evil karma. After twelve years of traveling, what he did was today: "Zhao Chugong is the last one."

Song Fengchen's head is big for a while, this is a sinful debt.

Say Boss Zhao is innocent. Some of the gold bracelets and the money he sold to his daughter must have been spent on him. What's more, his parents detained the girl to be a child bride for him.

Can you say that he is not innocent, how old was he? At the age of seven or eight, he just started elementary school.

After thinking about it, Song Fengchen simply didn't want to think about it. He only looked at it one point: "From your standpoint, you want to kill Boss Zhao. I can understand your feelings as a father, so I have nothing to say. But From my standpoint, I can only say sorry, Boss Zhao-I am in Baoding!"

Meng Duanyou frowned and his eyes were torch: "You really want to fight me? Although you are a good person, but you think I really can't help you?"

What Meng Duanyou said was not guilty at all. He had already spared it anyway. Although he didn't dare to kill the meritorious and good people so as not to implicate his daughter, it didn't mean that he couldn't deal with Zhao Chugong.

"But you obviously forgot a bit," Song Fengchen tit-for-tat, flipped his right hand, and the peach wood sword beside Meng Duanyou flew into his hands quickly, "In addition to being a good man of merit, I am also a magician."

Ordinary ghosts may be afraid of these artifacts, but good people are not.

Meng Duanyou's face was completely pulled down.