I'm Trying My Best to Add Some Cultivators in the World of Ninth Uncle

"Have you seen the boy's life?"

Uncle Jiu tapped the table lightly, and one of the spinning copper coins rolled straight down and landed slowly in his palm.

He used the technique of divination, but he knew in his heart that his little apprentice Russell had achieved even higher achievements in this respect.

"I'm not interested in caring about him."

Russell lay back and half leaned on the chair, "I'm thinking about how to run fast when I arrive at Longhu Mountain in a week or two, hehe."

He showed a smirk, he hadn't seen his younger brother Zhang Huaiyi for a long time, he went to see if anyone bullied him, and went over to 'serve justice'.

Zhang Huaiyi, he is covered by Russell!

One person?Under me alone!

"You, you..."

Uncle Jiu shook his head, groped for the copper coin with his fingers, and slowly closed his eyes.

"That boy, surnamed Han, is called Han Li. His family is very poor, and his parents are from poor families."

Russell's eyelids twitched slightly.

"Has a sister."

Russell's eyelids twitched again.

"I have been stubborn and honest since I was a child, and I have a group of friends around me. I live a solid life, and there are constant minor disasters."

It is also true that poor people are sad for everything, as long as they are poor, there are almost no happy days.

Have you ever heard a saying that the most sincere prayer in this world is not in a temple or in a Taoist temple, but outside the gate of a hospital.

"Recently, I suffered a bloodbath. My father was seriously ill. My mother took the whole family's money to seek medical treatment everywhere but failed. She misunderstood the villain's words and defrauded the whole family of hope."

"Father was desperate and didn't want to drag the family down any longer, so he threw himself into a well and died."

"The next day, my mother also threw herself into the well and died."

"The boy was furious and wanted to take revenge. He was abducted halfway, broke his legs, and turned into a beggar."

"A lifetime of displacement."

"Seven days later, mourning sister."

"One year later, with resentment in his heart, he strayed into evil ways, killed wantonly, committed all kinds of crimes, and killed more than a hundred of his subordinates. Later, he was killed by a passer-by. The resentment lingered for a long time, and he turned into a fierce ghost. He was beaten to death."

When Uncle Jiu mentioned the Taoist, he gave Luo Su a slight look in his eyes, looking at his pensive look.

Laughed.

"Okay, don't think so much, I'm just talking, eat, eat."

Except for a physicist, who would know that an unintentional act can save a family.

Perhaps, only God knows.

Chapter 345 Am I A Villain?

The night was very quiet.

Russell stared at the roof, and when his ears moved slightly, he heard the rustling voice.

He turned over abruptly, quietly came to the window, and saw Uncle Jiu skillfully climbing over the wall and jumping up and down on the roof.

It seems that the master is not what he said after all...

Russell narrowed his eyes slightly, and fell straight down, and the whole person directly started a free falling movement.

Seeing that he was about to fall to the ground, he spread a pair of wings behind his back, and with a slight flap, his whole body flew across the sky like an arrow from the string.

"Can you run away?"

Russell slowly raised his right hand, and in the palm of his hand, a small figure kept pointing in the direction, pointing to the dark night in the distance.

His figure instantly turned into a black light and disappeared into the silent moonlit night.

What the master said is right, in the aspect of knowing people, Russell has indeed surpassed him, even far surpassed him.

What he knew, what he saw, was much more.

On the mountain road in the distance.

Two people galloped there non-stop on fast horses, one was the fortune teller, while the other looked strange, with a small goatee.

"Stinky fortune-teller, I've asked you to make your tricks brighter all day long, but you just don't listen. Did you get into trouble now?"

"Damn it, I didn't know it was such a coincidence!"

Facing the goatee's complaints, the fortune teller was full of complaints.

Everything was planned, but there was an accident.

The person has been cheated and the money has been obtained. Why did a Taoist priest come out on the way.

Just putting his hands on his shoulders lightly made him unable to move. He is definitely a true Taoist priest with skills.

If it weren't for the goatee booing at the side, the two of them would probably be planted there today.

Walking in the rivers and lakes, cheating women and children of money, and cheating life-saving money, the two shuddered.

Thinking of this, the two of them couldn't help but tighten their thighs, and under the moonlight, let the horse run faster.

Running and running, the goatee couldn't help complaining again, "I wouldn't have lied if I knew it earlier, you have to stop..."

"You talk too much!"

The fortune teller reprimanded him, even though there was no one around, but he still lowered his voice, "Didn't I tell you that you will be punished for doing this, so don't mention it again in the future."

"Ah!"

The goatee is obviously disdainful. It's fucking ridiculous that people in this industry still speak conscientiously.

He casually raised his whip, and slapped heavily on the sack beside him. The next moment, there was a scream and sob.

The fortune teller became anxious immediately, his two eyes glared at the goatee, and his mouth grinned, showing a white light, "If it is broken and you can't sell it for a good price, I will take your life!"

"What's the big deal, I'll find another one then."

The goatee didn't care, with a look of contempt on his face, "I think you were frightened by those two Taoist priests today, what's so great about them, can you still chase them... ah..."

Hearing a strange puffing sound, a black thing protruded from his chest, and the goatee roared heart-piercingly instantly.

"It hurts, it hurts to death!"

The goatee hurt so badly that the fortune teller was taken aback. He took a closer look and found that there was something like a snake on the road at some point, and it went straight through the goatee's chest.

Under the moonlight, the black thing kept shaking, and he saw it clearly.

What kind of snake is this?

It was clearly a tree root!

The fortune teller hadn't figured it out yet, and then he felt a pain in his chest, dozens of tree roots pierced through his chest, and he felt the blood was continuously draining.

"Demon, demon..."

The two were thrown directly from the horse and turned to the woods on both sides.

The pitch-black woods fluttered with the wind, and the leaves rustled, like the weird laughter that was close to the ears.

The two looked left and right in despair, wanting to cry out, wanting to struggle. Countless dense tree roots entangled upwards, sucking them dry in an instant, and the skin shriveled up and covered the bones.

A figure descended from the sky and landed in front of the tree, with its hands behind its back, watching silently.

"Alas."

A strange long howl.

The two swaying trees were constantly twisting, and two twisted faces emerged from above.

It was the fortune teller and the goatee.

They looked at Russell viciously, and the branches kept swaying, "You, you, it's you, why, why?"

Russell remained silent, just watching them quietly.

His eyes were deep, as if he could see through the minds and memories of these two people.

The two of them were poor, not because of anything, but because they were lazy and had no family background. They sneaked around all day long, ate and waited to die.

Until one day, they saw a little girl.

That time, they earned ten yuan, and with the money, they completely became uncles and masters.

There is food, drink and women.

So there was a second time.

The third time, many, many times.

Girls, boys, women, men, as long as they are alone and useful, they dare to do it.

Good luck staying alive.

Those who are unlucky will be secretly sent up the mountain in the middle of the night, buried under a tree, and pressed down with big stones.

People don't know, ghosts don't know.

In the pit under the tree, there are already countless skeletons.

Russell opened his eyes sharply, and shook his right hand fiercely. The branches in front of him continued to shrink and twist until the screams dissipated and turned into pulverized blood.

A strong resentment lingered on the tree and lingered for a long time.

They never imagined until their death how the secret that they buried deep in their hearts, never mentioned it to others, never dared to drink outside, and avoided talking in their dreams when they slept was exposed...

Being a ghost, being a ghost will not let Russell go!

"Why, there is the illusion of being a ghost."

Russell tapped lightly, and a spark fell, completely burning the weird face tree in front of him, and the raging fire illuminated him particularly brightly.

"I always feel like I'm a villain, but why, I can't get used to it..."

Russell couldn't help looking up to the sky, "Did I take the wrong script?"