After the divorce, I became a god that my ex-wife couldn’t reach.

In the Wanjia Courtyard restaurant, everyone was staring at the half bottle of wine on the table.

Wan Jinyou's heart ached.

This is 70 million!

"Get the scales..."

Mr. Wan was a little excited and said solemnly.

Wan Jinan took a scale and weighed out 25 grams of wine in strict accordance with the requirements.

Mr. Wan took a deep smell of the wine and found that this cheap liquor was very pungent.

He almost sneezed.

"Dad...this wine...don't drink it casually, you don't even know what it is..."

Seeing Mr. Wan holding up the wine glass with an expectant look on his face and preparing to drink it, Wan Jinhe said with some worry.

"I see this wine... Why is it so yellow and so dark, like soy sauce... Can this wine really cure dad's disease?"

Wan Jinyou also looked suspicious.

Mainly because the wine looked really disgusting, especially the bottle, which looked like cheap wine.

Think about it, it's only ten million or one tael. If you take this bite, it's five million, and you will feel uncomfortable everywhere.

"I believe in that young man. If it weren't for him, my Wan family would have already eaten..."

Mr. Wan didn't hesitate at all. He raised his glass and drank it in one gulp.

Everyone's heart skipped a beat.

The old man really dares to drink!

If something happens while drinking, the Wan family will be in chaos.

After half a glass of wine, Mr. Wan's face became a little ugly.

In his entire life, had he ever drank spirits that cost more than ten yuan a bottle?

My throat felt like it was being pulled by a knife, it hurt so much that I couldn't help but cough violently, and my face changed color.

"Dad...are you okay? Drink some water quickly..."

Wan Jinan was anxious and quickly poured a glass of hot water and handed it over.

Mr. Wan waved his hands, gasped a few times, and then said hoarsely: "Enough..."

Since falling ill, he has been feeling heavy-headed, dizzy, with poor blood circulation and low energy.

But after drinking this glass of wine, he suddenly felt a breath of fresh air rising straight to the sky, and his whole body felt much more relaxed.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that he finally caught his breath.

"Good wine, really good wine..."

Mr. Wan smashed his mouth and looked at the wine bottle with unfinished content.

Wan Jinyou quickly grabbed the bottle and said, "Dad, you can't drink too much of this wine. You can only drink one or two a day. If you drink too much, your body won't be able to bear it..."

Mr. Wan sighed and said with some disappointment: "This wine is indeed good. After drinking it, my head is no longer dizzy, and my hands and feet are no longer weak. Unfortunately, I can only drink a little, and it is not enough..."

Everyone in the Wan family was twitching in their hearts: Are you still enjoying yourself? If you use this to have fun, Wanjia won't go bankrupt in a month!

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Pi Yangyang left Wanjia, thought for a while, and drove to Baishui Town.

He always remembered what Sheng Tianfang said. In her village, there used to be a family named Pi. Then a fire suddenly broke out, and all nine members of the family were killed.

However, there is another legend in the village that a child of the Pi family has disappeared, but his skeleton has not been found.

He really wanted to know if the Pi family in Baishui Town was related to him.

I happened to have nothing to do today, so I decided to check it out.

He had already asked Morita Fang about the location and name of the village, so he went directly to Gaokan Village.

There are only two surnames in Gaokan Village, one is Sheng and the other is Tang.

The village where Sheng Tianfang lives is called Shanggaokan.

The village is more than ten miles away from Baishui Town and is surrounded by mountains. A mountain stream runs through the village.

As soon as his car entered the village, it immediately attracted the attention of the villagers.

Most of the young people in the village have gone out to work, leaving only women, children and the elderly.

They gathered in the small square of the village, chatting while working, and there were also a few old men arguing loudly around a game of chess.

Pi Yangyang got out of the car and asked an old man who was weaving a bamboo basket: "Excuse me, do you know what happened to the family named Pi in this village?"

The old man seemed a little surprised. He looked up at Pi Yangyang, thought for a moment and said, "Why are you asking about that family? That family was burned to death by a fire more than ten years ago. No one is left. It's tragic." ah……"

Pi Yangyang squatted down next to him and asked: "No one is left? But I heard that there is a child in their family of nine who has not been found..."

The old man hesitated for a moment, then shook his head blankly, "I don't know about this, but you can ask Master Sheng Wu. He was the one who collected the bones of that family... He knows better than me."

Pi Yangyang quickly asked: "Fifth Master Sheng? Is he at home?"

"At home, where can he go if he is not at home?"

The old man sighed, then pointed to a dilapidated house on the hillside, and continued: "That's his home."

Pi Yangyang glanced in the direction he pointed, nodded and said, "Thank you."

The old man shook his head, "It's been more than ten years. Mr. Sheng Wu is old, so he may not remember..."

Pi Yangyang didn't pay attention and walked halfway up the mountain.

Now that I'm here, I naturally have to ask clearly.

Although the Pi family here may not necessarily be related to his life experience, as long as there are clues, he cannot give up easily.

When I came to the dilapidated house, I saw the rubbish piled randomly in the corner, which made me feel even more dilapidated.

It seems that the owner of this house has not cleaned up at all.

"anyone there?"

He stood outside, cleared his throat, and shouted.

"Who is it?"

An old, hoarse voice sounded, and then there was the sound of wooden sticks hitting the ground.

After a while, an old man with a stooped figure, messy gray hair, and tattered clothes walked out slowly, leaning on a wooden stick.

Pi Yangyang was surprised to find that although the old man's eyes were open, they were empty and he was clearly blind.

Although the old man could not see, he was very familiar with the environment. He stopped at the door and asked, "Who are you and who are you looking for?"

Pi Yangyang said: "Junior Pi Yangyang, are you the Fifth Master Sheng?"

Although he usually spoke casually, at this time, he looked solemn.

"Yes, everyone calls me Master Sheng Wu. Do you have anything to do with me?"

The old man asked, holding the stick with both hands.

Pi Yangyang said: "Can I talk to you?"

Sheng Wuye said: "I can't see, you can go inside and move a chair..."

Pi Yangyang went in, brought out two bamboo chairs, helped Fifth Master Sheng sit down, and sat not far in front of him.

"Boy, what do you want to talk about?"

Mr. Sheng Wu took out his dry cigarette again, lit it, took two puffs, and then asked.

Pi Yangyang thought for a while, "I want to ask about the family named Pi in the village back then. Isn't it convenient?"

Sheng Wuye was stunned for a moment, and his wrinkled face trembled.

Obviously, although more than ten years had passed since the Pi family's incident, he was still a little excited when he mentioned it again.

"What do you want to know?" Sheng Wuye took two more puffs of his cigarette and asked.

"I heard that all nine members of the Pi family died in a fire. But there are also rumors that only eight skeletons were found at the scene, and the skeleton of a child was not found..."

"That's something that someone spread rumors about, but it's not true. There are nine skeletons, one with a lot of them, all of them are there..."

Pi Yangyang was stunned and looked at Fifth Master Sheng suspiciously.

But Sheng Wuye's eyes were empty and he could see nothing.

"Back then, the Pi family lived on this hillside, less than 20 meters away from my house... After the fire, I collected the skeletons. There were indeed nine, one too many. As for the skeleton of a child that was not found, that was Someone deliberately made it up to create something mysterious and nonexistent..."

Seeing that Pi Yangyang had not spoken for a long time, Master Sheng Wu said calmly.

As he spoke, he pointed the dry tobacco rod to the right.

Sure enough, there were indeed traces of ruins twenty meters away. It looked like it had indeed been burned by fire.

Although Pi Yangyang had long thought that this might be the result, he was still a little disappointed.

But he still refused to give up and asked again: "Then... do you know how their house caught fire back then?"

Mr. Sheng Wu was slightly shaken, but he soon regained his composure and said sadly: "The fire started in the middle of the night. Later I checked and found out that their family was smoking bacon and accidentally caught fire..."

Although it was only a slight shock, Pi Yangyang still noticed it.