With a hook from the gang pet boss, Master Fu fell

Song Yu also looked at the boss, waiting for his answer.

Let’s not talk about the aura contained in these paintings. Let’s just talk about the painting itself. No matter the content, technique, paper, or mounting, they are all of high value. Whether they are placed in the hidden door or taken to the outside world, they are all valuable. It is a priceless work of art.

Especially the picture of mountains and flowing water, with its lofty artistic conception, exquisite brushwork, and endless aura, comes out of the mountains and rivers in the painting, and like water, moistens other paintings, making other paintings with it, It also began to be filled with aura.

If possible, she would buy them all and take them out.

The boss is a very young man, with jade hair tied in a hosta, wearing a moon-white brocade robe, tall and tall, and handsome in demeanor. He looks like he is not short of money. He glanced at the gems in his hand, shook his head and said: "I don't need this."

Fu Hanyu: "Then what do you need?"

The man pointed to the side and said, "I need a fairy grass."

It was also at this time that Song Yu saw the most conspicuous hanging picture, which read: A piece of fairy grass can be exchanged for any calligraphy and painting at will. If you don't have it, don't disturb it.

She put her hand into her pocket, took out a piece of fairy grass, and asked, "Is it okay to have one of this quality?"

She doesn't have much of anything now, except for a lot of various precious herbs, which she got from the ruins last time. The number of fairy grasses, even after replacing all the works here, there is still half left!

However, the value of the fairy grass is not lower than the value of his other works except for the picture of mountains and flowing water.

Fairy grass can save lives, but paintings only bring external value to people. She plans to pick up a few that she likes and buy them.

The man saw the fairy grass in her hand, took two steps, got closer and looked at it carefully, then nodded and said: "This is of good quality, one grass, and the girl can choose a painting."

Song Yu smiled and nodded, gave him the fairy grass in his hand, pointed at the picture of mountains and flowing water, and said: "Boss, I want that picture."

The boss collected the fairy grass and carefully placed it in a delicate mahogany box. He turned around and took the painting, rolled it up and handed it to her.

Song Yu reached out to pick up the painting.

The boss's hand accidentally touched hers, and the look in his eyes suddenly changed. He looked at her seriously, with some doubts and uncertainty, and shouted: "Girl, wait a minute."

Song Yu was not ready to leave at first. He also wanted to see other paintings, choose them, and leave with a few more. When he heard him shouting, he raised his eyes to look at him.

The boss asked: "Who are you Song Beixuan?"

When Song Yu heard his name, he subconsciously felt that it was not a good thing. He shook his head nonchalantly and said, "Boss, I don't know the person you are talking about."

"Really?" The boss smiled. With the touch just now, he clearly felt the power of Song Beixuan's blood flowing through her body. Moreover, she answered too simply. Seeing her calm look, he shook his head. Sighing: "Hey, it's a pity. He left one thing here with me. I don't know when someone will come to pick it up."

In Song Yu's heart, in the battle between heaven and man, he didn't know whether to admit it or not. In the end, he gritted his teeth and said: "I know him."

Forget it, who put her in trouble? No matter what evil he did, meeting someone who still remembers him here is a kind of fate. Let's see what he did!

When the boss saw her looking like she had swallowed a fly, he couldn't help but laugh out loud and said, "It must be troublesome for you to have such an elder!"

Song Yu only felt that he was cheating. As for the trouble, since he didn't see him every day, it really wasn't that big of a deal. He asked, "Are you okay? Are you familiar with him?"

Even if they meet, how many days can Song Beixuan stay in this place?

"He has been selling barbecue at a stall next to my stall for half a month." The boss reached out and took out a rolled piece of rice paper from the table next to him, handed it to her and said, "He brought some things from me. Use this in exchange."

Song Yu took it and unfolded it. He was stunned on the spot: I borrowed twenty pieces of calligraphy and painting from Brother Gu Zhan and twenty plants of fairy grass, and I will repay them with the blood of my descendants. ——Handwritten by Song Beixuan.

If I ask her how she feels, I regret it right now, very much.

He is a super invincible sinkhole.

The boss said: "Does the girl recognize Brother Song's handwriting? Are you sure it is his own handwriting?"

Song Yu gritted his molar teeth and said with a smile, "It was his own handwriting."

He is really good!

Boss: "Girl, do you still have fairy grass on you?"

When Brother Song left, he told him that even if he was gone, the descendants of the Song family would come over. As long as he waited patiently, he would definitely be able to recover the debt.

If one person can't collect enough fairy grass to repay the debt, then wait for ten or twenty. Anyway, he won't lose money. He was also deceived by him at the time, so he agreed.

At this point, he didn't know how many years he had been waiting. This girl was the first person with his bloodline that he had waited for.

Song Yu said helplessly: "I paid him back everything."

Really owed him.

I just owe him.

His legacy was given to her.

He saved the lives of Zebao and Xunbao.

The boss put the twenty pieces of fairy grass away, picked up a box, handed it to her, and said: "This is what he left with me, and asked me to give it to the person who helped him pay off his debt."

Song Yu took the box and opened it directly. Inside was a dark stone. When he held it in his hand, he saw that it was still a stone, and his hands were covered in black charcoal.

The boss felt embarrassed to speak, but he still explained: "This is the stone he uses for barbecue. He said that if he puts this stone in the barbecue, the roasted meat will taste more fragrant."

Song Yu grinded his back teeth and knew that although he was not very reliable, since he left this stone, it must not be an ordinary stone. After putting it away, he said: "Thank you very much."

"You're welcome, it's just a matter of loyalty to others." After the boss finished speaking, he hesitated and then asked: "Girl, is Brother Song okay?"

Song Yu said: "He has passed away."

The boss looked at her and nodded, smiled, and said nothing more. He watched them both turn and leave, disappearing into the noisy and crowded crowd.

He sighed lowly and turned to look at the stall next to him. He felt quite disappointed. His old friend was gone, and his descendants didn't know if anyone would patronize his business again.

As Song Yu walked, he played with the stone in his hand. After Fu Hanyu wiped away the black charcoal on it, it revealed its true colors.

It is a white pebble that looks very ordinary. There is nothing strange or special about river pebbles that can be found in the river.

She was walking and thinking, then suddenly turned around and asked, "Fu Hanyu, are there no rules in the city that prohibit blood?"

"No." Fu Hanyu responded, naturally knowing what she wanted to do. He frowned slightly and saw that she had bitten the tip of her finger and smeared blood on the stone.

That is at this moment.

In the sky, there was suddenly a bright glow of blood.

The entire world was covered in blood.

The lively night market was in chaos.