I am a funeral anchor, and the one who pays attention to the whole network is scared to death!

After half an hour.

Wu Jiangcheng ran all the way, and finally came to the alley where Changhong's funeral was located.

There was no one in the alley, but when he looked carefully, he found that there were still a few candles flickering at the entrance of Changhong's funeral.

Seeing this scene, Wu Jiangcheng secretly rejoiced, but luckily Zhang Fan didn't leave, everything was in time!

"As long as I can let my son live... I am willing to do anything!"

Taking a deep breath, Wu Jiangcheng walked slowly into the alley.

However, when he came to a place less than ten meters away from Changhong's funeral.

Suddenly, at the gate of Changhong's funeral, there was an old man in Taoist robes sitting cross-legged, making formulas with both hands, and chanting mantras, just like doing it.

"Taoist? Isn't this an employee of Changhong Funeral?"

With this in mind, Wu Jiangcheng tried his best to keep the sound of footsteps to a minimum.

After walking a few steps forward, he finally saw the side face of the Taoist clearly.

Song Hongzhong, Daoist Song!

He actually came to deal with Zhang Fan!

Even Master Gong is dead, you dare to come to make trouble?

Are you so impure looking for death?

It doesn't matter whether you quack or not, if you anger Zhang Fan, what will happen to my son's life?

Pit!

Don't start early, don't start late, but at this time!

We must not make Zhang Fan angry again... Otherwise, there will be no good fruit for anyone!

After thinking about it, Wu Jiangcheng groped around and found a broken wooden stick.

Here comes the chance to make amends!

Holding the wooden stick tightly, Wu Jiangcheng approached Song Daochang without saying a word, and a sap was directed towards the head!

However, what he didn't expect was that just when the wooden stick was about to hit Song Daochang's head, a faint golden light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, and he was instantly sent flying!

"Trench digging?!"

Wu Jiangcheng fell to the ground, looking at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

I saw that there was a yellow cushion where Daoist Song was meditating.

Although the pattern on the cushion is incomplete, it is not difficult to recognize. This is a Tai Chi Bagua picture!

The golden light just now flashed from the Bagua map, and now it has quickly zoomed back.

"Bagua body protection?"

Good guy!

Wu Jiangcheng stared wide-eyed, watching Song Daochang's every move with a face full of surprise.

This Daoist Song... has something!

If Daoist Song could kill Zhang Fan directly, wouldn't everything be fine?

There is no need to give away the cemetery, and there is no need to give money... Business, no fear of being robbed!

Song Daochang, savior!

In this case……

"puff!"

"Uh!"

Before Wu Jiangcheng could think it through, Daoist Song suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, fell on his back, rolled several times, and stopped when he hit the wall.

However, even though Song Daochang had been beaten badly, the matter seemed to be far from over.

I saw Song Daochang covering his ears with a ferocious face, as if a Hong bell was exploding in his ears.

Immediately afterwards, the pattern on the gossip cushion burst out with fiery golden light, which was more than a hundred times brighter than before.

A few meters away, Wujiang Chengdu felt very hot.

After a while, the golden light dissipated, Daoist Song hurriedly kowtowed three times to the shop, then grabbed the cushion, and fled from the other side in embarrassment without looking back.

Seeing this scene, Wu Jiangcheng froze in place.

She was so awesome just now... Why did she suddenly become vulnerable?

Why did the gossip cushion attack Daoist Song? Isn't it his own property?

Forget it, Zhang Fan really can't afford to provoke...

After hesitating for a moment, Wu Jiangcheng walked quickly to the door of the store, and knocked on the door cautiously:

"Boss Zhang, are you in the shop?"

"Boss Zhang?"

"..."

After staying at the door for about 10 minutes, Wu Jiangcheng didn't dare to shout loudly or knock hard.

But after 10 minutes, he had already confirmed that Zhang Fan was not in the store, so now he could only go to Zhang Fan's house to look for it.

……

Another half hour passed.

A remote town in Nancheng, Zhaojiazhuang.

Song Daochang fled all the way here, came to the door of a dilapidated house, and knocked on the door in a panic.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

"Master, help!"

"Master, help!"

"crunch~"

After about 3 minutes, the door was slowly pushed open, and a handsome young man walked out of it.

The young man glanced at Song Daochang, curled his lips and said:

"Old Song? How many times have I told you, don't call me Master, I don't know Taoism at all."

"No! Master, you will!"

Daoist Song tightly grasped the young man's hand, weeping bitterly: "Master, you can't just ignore death, I... I, my apprentice, may not survive tonight!"

"Forehead……"

The young man was speechless, and said: "I really don't know Taoism, what can I do to save you? Besides, my brother won't let me give anything to others casually."

"You can't know Taoism!"

Daoist Song shook his head violently, and said: "When I was in Beishan a few years ago, if you hadn't passed by, my apprentice would have been buried in the wilderness, and the gossip cushion you gave me, if you put it in any Taoist temple, it would be a town hall." Treasure, there is no way you don’t know Taoism!”

"Why are you so lazy, obviously you stole it, so you must say I gave it to you!"

"Hey, I'm really convinced!"

The young man sighed. Although Daoist Song called him Master every day, he really didn't teach him anything.

As a result, the old man insisted that his Taoism was all realized in his own home, and he came to the roof to meditate every now and then, it was like a dog skin plaster stuck on it.

However, my cousin said that one cannot just ignore death and help others while one is alive. Sooner or later there will be rewards.

After a moment of silence, the boy turned around and said, "Come in first."

Daoist Song chuckled, and hurriedly followed behind the young man: "I knew it, Master, you will never leave him alone!"

"Although you say you don't teach anything, if you didn't allow me to come to your house to learn, I'm afraid I'm still a magic stick."

"Master, I knew you loved me!"

"..."

Walking into the room, the boy said angrily, "Don't be disgusting, tell me what happened."

"Ok!"

Song Daochang suddenly looked serious, frowned and said: "I met a very evil thing, and I was going to take him in tonight, but I didn't expect that guy is too strong, I was backlashed, and now I feel uncomfortable, if you don't Let me in, I'm afraid I'm dead at the door."

"so smart?"

Hearing this, the young man also frowned, thought for a while and said: "Which evil sect are you talking about? Although my brother has retired, if it is really a scourge, I think he will take action. "

"Master, you mean... let the master help me!"

Hearing this, Song Daochang's eyes lit up immediately.

According to the master, the uncle has always been a mysterious and powerful existence.

The master is already so strong, if the master makes a move, wouldn't it be easy to deal with Zhang Fan!

"If it's really a big disaster, my brother will take action." The boy nodded and said, "Tell me what you came across first."

"it is good!"

Song Daochang nodded repeatedly, and said: "There is a funeral shop called Changhong Funeral, the owner is Zhang Fan, as long as he clicks on the attention, all of them..."

"and many more!"

The young man suddenly frowned and interrupted, "What did you just say, which store?"

"Changhong Funeral."

"Is it the Changhong Funeral on Qingyang Street?"

"Yes, which one is it? There isn't a single good person there, it's all rat shit!" Daochang Song affirmed.

"What the hell are you, rat shit! What a shame!"

As soon as the words came out, the young man suddenly stood up and said angrily:

"Get out, get out of Zhaojia Village immediately, you are not welcome here!"

"Master...Master?"

Daoist Song was stunned and asked hesitantly, "Did I say something wrong?"

The boy didn't bother to explain, and said with a look of disgust: "Don't call me Master, get out!"

"Then what's my name?"

"Call Dad."

"Father? You can't drive me away, I will die if I go out..." Taoist Song said in panic.

"None of my business."

The young man glanced at him, then raised the mahogany sword that Zhao Yong gave him, stared and said: "If you don't get lost, I will save you!"

That's right, this handsome young man is Zhao Yong's cousin, Zhao Feng.

Although he verbally quarreled with Zhao Yong, he knew better than anyone who treated him well, so he scolded his cousin in front of his face.

If it wasn't for my cousin not letting me be rough, I would have slapped him long ago!

Seeing the mahogany sword in Zhao Feng's hand, Master Song panicked.

"Master, I'm leaving now... no, get lost right away..."

After finishing speaking, Daoist Song reluctantly walked towards the door.

However, just as he was about to cross the threshold, Zhao Feng's voice sounded behind him:

"and many more!"

"Master, I knew you..."

"Give back my brother's things!"

Zhao Feng didn't even look at him, he dodged the gossip blanket in Song Daochang's hand, and then pushed him out of the room.