"It's that simple?" Luo Zaibang couldn't help but doubted.

Then why did they rack their brains to calculate the Luo Minxin family before?

Luo Youheng's smile stiffened.

Think about it, too, before Cai Daochang didn't know how much he wasted to solve Zhao Xiaolan. In the end, not only did he fail to say, but he also took his own life.

Why did they get to Song Fengchen's place, just a few words, they didn't even see Zhao Xiaolan, and the matter was resolved?

He couldn't help but look up at Song Fengchen.

Is Song Fengchen lying to him?

Or do you want to eat black?

It’s not impossible, after all, he calculated that Luo Minxin’s family was in front, that Song Lanzhi was Song Fengchen’s relatives——

Thinking of this, Luo Youheng's heart tightened.

Song Fengchen raised his eyebrows calmly.

Cai Daochang is trying to calculate Zhao Xiaolan and save Luo Youheng's family, but he has to do the opposite.

The two of them had different starting points and different methods, and the results were naturally different.

In this regard, Song Fengchen only said: "Of course things are not over here."

He pointed to the blood-red letter paper in Luo Youheng's hand, "This letter is both a contract and a reminder."

Luo Youheng followed Song Fengchen's line of sight, but he didn't know why.

Song Fengchen explained: "With a period of one month. Within a month, if you can do the three things you wrote on the deed paper, the letter paper will be restored to its original state, and you will naturally be safe and sound."

Luo Youheng subconsciously asked, "What if it can't be done?"

Song Fengchen smiled slightly: "The day when this letter paper is completely black is when you die suddenly."

Luo Youheng shook his hands.

Just listen to Song Fengchen continue to say: "The most important thing is that the contract can be reached, and naturally it can be torn up."

He doesn't mind threatening Luo Youheng.

Luo Youheng's expression changed: "What does Mr. Song mean?"

Song Fengchen said with a serious face: "So this contract can only be regarded as a delay. In order to prevent things from changing, the key is to save Zhao Xiaolan before she changes her mind."

Song Fengchen's words were stern, and Luo Youheng's suspicion was immediately dispelled by more than half. He followed Song Fengchen's thoughts and walked down: "Mr. Song has any more instructions. I can't bear your surprise. "

Song Fengchen smiled, and Luo You was just fine.

He said: "It's actually not difficult to surpass Zhao Xiaolan. Didn't Mr. Luo promise to erect a monument for Zhao Xiaolan's mother and daughter?"

Luo Youheng nodded.

"Just do some hands and feet on Zhao Xiaolan's coffin and tombstone." Song Fengchen knocked on the tabletop. "The coffin for Zhao Xiaolan must be peach wood. Her ten finger bones and toe bones should be wrapped in white silk cloth and nailed to the coffin cover. There can only be more nails but no less, seven of them go up, and twelve are capped."

"Later I will bring you more than 20 ghost charms of the degree. After you set up the tombstone for Zhao Xiaolan, your family must put a bowl of blood on her tombstone every day. Before bleeding, burn a ghost of the degree. , Without root water. When the bowl of blood was poured out and fell directly on the ground instead of being absorbed by the tombstone, it means that Zhao Xiaolan has been overwhelmed."

"By the way, there can be no one day interval between this, otherwise all previous efforts will be lost." Song Fengchen exhorted, "Have you remembered all of them?"

Luo Youheng nodded, and then hesitated to ask: "Does it have to be the blood of our family?"

A bowl of blood every day, how painful it must be!

Luo Youheng subconsciously touched his left wrist, with a bitter face.

Originally, he was still thinking about what Song Fengchen said before asking them to pay a little price, the feeling should be here.

Luo Youheng's brain was filled, and the distrust of Song Fengchen in his heart disappeared without a trace.

"You must tie the bell to untie the bell." Song Fengchen explained: "Zhao Xiaolan has become a resentful ghost because of your family, and only the blood of your family can wash away her resentment."

How else could Luo Youheng and his son sit here?

Luo Youheng nodded, understand.

Song Fengchen turned around and entered the bedroom. After half an hour, he took a stack of freshly baked talisman papers and gave it to Luo Youheng. He only said, "This is a ghost talisman, twenty-five in total. It should be enough. If something goes wrong halfway, just come and find me again."

Luo Youheng's expression was shaken, and he quickly picked up the stack of ghost charms, sniffing the **** smell, his eyebrows were overjoyed, red light appeared on the square purple face, and he said repeatedly: " Thank you, Mr. Song, Mr. Song’s great kindness, my Luo family must keep it in my heart."

"It should be."

Song Fengchen picked up the water bowl on the table and concealed the Ruowu smile on his face.

The meaning of seeing off the guests could not be more obvious.

Luo Youheng immediately said wittily: "If things are urgent, we father and son will not bother you. We will visit Mr. Song again when we have time."

"Alright, both of you go slowly." Song Fengchen stood up.

After a few steps, he watched Luo Youheng and his son disappear into the corner in a hurry. Song Fengchen turned back to the living room, grabbed the six packs of great unity and entered the room, feeling extremely comfortable.

He didn't have any guilty conscience with the money.

Luo Youheng wanted to get rid of Zhao Xiaolan's vendetta. He gave an idea to ensure that Luo Youheng could get what he wanted. This was enough.

As for the process, it doesn't matter.

Song Fengchen took out a wad of banknotes and collected them separately. This was Luo Youheng's apologization to Luo Minxin's family. He planned to send it to Luo Minxin when he entered the city some day.

The remaining five thousand yuan was stuffed into the closet by him. Counting the savings he had saved before, the money in his hand just exceeded five figures.

Ten thousand yuan households.

Song Fengchen was satisfied.

After doing this, he turned around and walked to the table, where the ten avatars caught the eye.

He grabbed the two grass men in the upper row to the left and tore off the white paper with the words Luo Youheng, Luo Zaibang, etc. pasted in front of them.

Then cut out two pieces of white paper again, and write the names of the two people separately, and the address line is unified with a few big characters of Yuexi Village, Dong County, Li Province.

Putting down the pen, he stuck the two white papers on the two straw men respectively, and then put the straw men back to their original positions.

Following him, he took a step back, quickly forming a formation with both hands, and muttering words in his mouth.

At the next moment, a white light burst out of the two grass men, and after a few breaths, a black light burst out of the two grass men in the same position in the lower row.

Between light and shadow, something seemed to break out.

On the ridge, Luo Youheng and his son, who were sideways giving way to an ox cart, suddenly shook their spirits together, and a chill rushed to the cerebral cortex from the bottom of their feet.

Luo Youheng stomped his feet unconsciously, and all he was thinking about was Zhao Xiaolan's things.

Luo Zaibang tightened his tunic tightly, his eyes touched the gray sky above his head, thinking it was because of the change of the sky, he said, "Dad, let's go faster, it seems it's going to rain again."

"Okay." Luo Youheng replied and quickened his pace.

After finishing the Luo family's affairs, Song Fengchen began to drill into the deep mountains and old forests every day.

Until September, when the weather turned fine, the rainy season was about to end, and there were fewer and fewer wild mushrooms in the mountains, he finally gave up.

During this period, Xu Junmin successively received several old replies from his relatives and friends, knowing that the current situation is worse than they expected.

The only thing that could comfort Xu Junmin was probably when he received a letter from Xi Gong on the day of Bailu. The letter was not long, and it was mostly words of condolences and encouragement.

What really made Xu Junmin's heart was the box of tea sent with the letter, Xihu Longjing, which Xi Gong especially liked.

The meaning is self-evident.