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The price is really not low.It is said that there is no business and no adultery. It is not that Boss Zhao is really sincere, but that he has a clear heart. So many Dendrobium flowers are placed here, which shows that Song Fengchen must have a large field of wild Dendrobium officinale in his hands.

Dendrobium candidum is not cheap either.Boss Zhao remembers that last year's market price, the price of fresh Dendrobium officinale stems was only [-] star anise lower than Gastrodia elata.

From Boss Zhao's point of view, if he can make a long-term deal with Song Fengchen because of this, then making a little profit is nothing.

How could Song Fengchen know the real price of these things? He just stared at Boss Zhao's face twice to make sure that the other party hadn't fooled him, and then nodded straightforwardly: "Okay, just follow the price that Boss Zhao said."

Boss Zhao's eyes were even more smiling, and even the pallor on his face went down a lot.He beckoned, and the clerk ran into the room swiftly, and when he came out again, he was holding a steelyard in his hand.

When Gastrodia elata and Dendrobium were weighed successively, Boss Zhao did a quick mental calculation.

"Five catties of gastrodia elata, 91 catties, 450 yuan. Dendrobium costs eight taels, one hundred yuan one tael, 820 yuan. The total is 270 yuan."

"That's right." Song Fengchen curled his lips and was in a happy mood. His hard work in the past two months was not in vain.

But the wild Gastrodia elata he dug from the mountains was more than that. After finding the large piece of Dendrobium candidum, he felt that since he had a new source of income, he should not be too short of money for the time being.So he withheld two and a half catties of gastrodia elata, intending to give half of it to a few patients in the cowshed to replenish their bodies.

Song Fengchen thought, with this 270 yuan, plus the 600 yuan given by Zhou Haochang just now, and the [-] yuan given by Li Xiao, the second son of the Li family, he has more than [-] yuan in his hand.

You must know that in Yuexi Village, the villagers worked hard for a year from dawn to dusk, and their average income was only about fifteen or sixteen yuan.

For Song Fengchen at this stage, getting rich is probably like this.

However, the reality does not allow Song Fengchen to be too optimistic. After all, living well and living well are two completely different concepts.

The boss of the Chen family also helped him advance more than 200 yuan for medicine. Needless to say, this must be paid back.The cowshed is too dilapidated, and the rainy season is coming soon, so major repairs are necessary.

In the past, Song Fengchen had no money, so he didn't dare to think about these things, but now that he has more money, these naturally have to be put on the agenda.

In addition to the eating and drinking of people on the [-]th, Song Fengchen himself is a good enjoyment. He is not very used to eating buckwheat cakes. The expensive rice and white noodles are daily consumables, which is another relatively large expense. ...

Calculated in this way, this little money is really not very bearable to spend.

Fortunately, dendrobium can bloom until the end of June.

Song Fengchen felt comforted.

After finishing the calculation, Boss Zhao called the clerk to find a big wooden box, stared at him to carefully put away Gastrodia elata and Dendrobium, then turned to Song Fengchen and said, "Come on, Brother Song, come in, I'll get you the money."

In such a short time, Comrade Song became Song's younger brother.

Song Fengchen smiled and followed.

Taking advantage of Boss Zhao's spare time to get the money, Song Fengchen instructed the staff: "Please help me prepare one hundred catties of polished rice and one hundred catties of white flour, and pay the bill together later."

After finishing speaking, he looked left and right, and said after a while, "I still need three quilts with pillows."

After a while, he said, "Six sets of toiletries are needed."

……

In the end, I couldn't finish it: "Two cans of nutritional milk powder, and two canned fruits."

——This is something that he covets once every time he comes here.

When Boss Zhao came out with an iron box in his arms, the money that fell into Song Fengchen's pocket was less than two hundred after he settled the accounts.

Boss Zhao should be the happiest about Song Fengchen's extravagance. He turned around and took a pack of cigarettes from the container and handed it to Song Fengchen. He wanted to say something polite, but suddenly there was a grunt in his stomach. The bloody face instantly turned pale.

Boss Zhao curled up and grinned, "Oh, my stomach."

"What's the matter?" Seeing Boss Zhao's unbearable pain, Song Fengchen subconsciously reached out to help him.

Boss Zhao quickly grabbed Song Fengchen's hand, and managed not to kneel directly. His bent legs were trembling, and he said out of breath: "Tummy, stomach is starting to make noise again."

Song Fengchen: "Do you need me to take you to the hospital?"

Boss Zhao was weak: "No, no need, help me out first."

The guys on the side hurried up to help, and the two of them worked together to lift Boss Zhao to the reclining chair in the yard.

After resting for four or five minutes, Boss Zhao's frown slowly relaxed, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "Finally he came back to life."

The man hurriedly handed him the prepared hot water, and said hesitantly: "Boss, why do I feel that your stomach is a little weird, not to mention it's getting more and more painful, it's okay if you're basking in the sun, you can't see the sun It just hurts again. In my opinion, you should go to the hospital again!"

Boss Zhao slowly took a sip of water down his stomach, his originally stretched brows tightened again, and he rubbed his stomach: "I also feel a little strange, saying that my stomach was spoiled by eating, I just got a few more after I came back last night. Went to the latrine, took the medicine and stopped diarrhea, why is my stomach throbbing so hard today?"

Hearing this, Song Fengchen felt even more strange in his heart. He thought over and over again, and finally said: "Boss Zhao, can I have a look at your stomach?"

"Ah?" Boss Zhao was taken aback for a moment, and looked up at Song Fengchen's serious face.

What's so good about this?

But since Song Fengchen asked this question, it seemed that there was nothing wrong with it. Although Boss Zhao was puzzled, he still nodded.

He picked up his clothes and lowered his head: "Look... huh? Why is there a mole on my stomach?"

Song Fengchen also saw a black spot the size of a soybean above Boss Zhao's belly button.

He frowned slightly. Although he knew that this black spot might be the culprit of Boss Zhao's stomach pain, he couldn't see what was abnormal about it.

It's really hard to draw conclusions for a while.

He thought for a while, then turned around and took out a compass from the bamboo basket.

Boss Zhao raised his head, only to see Song Fengchen reach out and dial the compass pointer in his hand pointing to the south.

After the pointer slowly turned twice, it still pointed to the south.

"What's the matter?" Boss Zhao didn't know why, but he still knew the compass, and remembered the mahogany sword in Song Fengchen's back basket he saw just now. He looked surprised, but lowered his voice: "Brother Song, are you Xuan?" The person in the door?"

Song Fengchen seemed unknown, he stared at the unresponsive compass.

Should not be!

Song Fengchen thought about it, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration.

He raised his head abruptly, and the bright sunlight dazzled his eyes.

He squinted his eyes: "Go, go back to the house."

Boss Zhao was skeptical, but subconsciously followed Song Fengchen.

When Boss Zhao and his buddy entered the house, Song Fengchen closed the door smoothly to block the direct sunlight.

At this moment, he didn't need to stretch out his hand to dial it, the pointer on the compass had already started to move by itself, and after swaying left and right twice, it pointed directly at the direction where Boss Zhao was.

Boss Zhao stared slightly. He tentatively took a step to the right, and the pointer followed him to the left. He ran behind Song Fengchen, and the pointer instantly turned 180 degrees to point to Song Fengchen.

really!

Song Fengchen sank, no wonder the compass outside couldn't sense anything abnormal just now, it turned out to be suppressed by Yang Qi.

Boss Zhao's heart beat faster: "Brother Song, what's the matter?"

Song Fengchen put away the compass and turned around with a slightly complicated expression.

Before, I could only say that I was curious, but now I am sure that [-]% of this matter is caused by someone behind the scenes, so whether Boss Zhao will save him or not.

If this is saved, it is tantamount to taking food from a tiger's mouth, and it is bound to offend the people behind the scenes.

Looking at Song Fengchen's hesitant appearance, Boss Zhao was terrified. He cautiously asked, "Brother Song?"

Song Fengchen raised his head, stared at Boss Zhao's face, and repeatedly confirmed that he was indeed not a treacherous and evil person.On second thought, from the moment he took out the compass, he had actually been involved in this matter, not to mention ignoring death is no different from murder.

Thinking of this, Song Fengchen sighed, and said: "Before I was only suspicious, but now I am basically sure that the reason why your stomach hurts is because there is something in it that shouldn't be there. I guess you are very likely It was under someone else's scheme."

Following Song Fengchen's line of sight, Boss Zhao lowered his head, his eyes fell on the black spot above his belly button, his face was in a daze, he never thought that it was just a normal stomach trouble, why he got involved with something weird relation.

At this moment, there was another grunting sound, as if thousands of scorching sharp knives had been stabbed in his stomach, a heart-wrenching pain instantly pulled Boss Zhao back in a daze.

He reluctantly climbed onto the shoulder of the buddy who came to help him, his eyes were red, his mouth was trembling, and his anger was like a gossamer: "Song, Brother Song..."

Song Fengchen realized that he flipped his left hand, and a talisman appeared in his palm, and then he patted the talisman on Boss Zhao's stomach.

"...Help, help. Huh?" Boss Zhao, who was still howling, suddenly screamed. He barely stood up with his limp legs, stretched out his hands to touch his stomach, and the pain stopped!

Boss Zhao had lingering fears in his heart, and then his face changed. He was trembling and stumbling: "Brother Song, you, I..."

Song Fengchen didn't understand Boss Zhao's meaning, he just nodded: "Boss Zhao, don't worry, I can't do things that I can't save. But I can only promise to do my best, and I can't guarantee the outcome."

Boss Zhao's old hen nodded desperately like pecking at food, although in just ten minutes, something happened that subverted his worldview.But he was still very convinced of Song Fengchen's methods, and the evidence was the talisman paper pasted on his stomach.

Not to mention who else can he rely on besides Song Fengchen now?

Boss Zhao was frightened, but also a little excited. He was always bold, "Then Comrade Song, what should I do now?"

Song Fengchen pondered for a while: "Boss Zhao, please prepare some things for me first."

Boss Zhao quickly said: "Brother Song, just give orders."

Song Fengchen thought for a while, and said quickly: "Mirror, pot bottom ash, black dog blood, cinnabar, milk... let's start with these."

Boss Zhao nodded, then turned to look at the stunned guy next to him, and urged angrily: "What are you doing still in a daze, didn't you hear what brother Song said?"

"Ah, oh!" The man came back to his senses, turned around and ran out with messy steps.

When everything was ready, Boss Zhao and his staff waited aside with surprise on their faces.

Song Fengchen took out a blank yellow table paper, lit it and threw it into a porcelain bowl filled with well water, picked up a chopstick, and stirred clockwise sometimes and counterclockwise sometimes.It’s just that when stirring clockwise, black dog blood mixed with cinnabar is added, and when stirring counterclockwise, pot bottom ash is added.

After tossing back and forth seven or eight times like this, the well water in the bowl turned into a black and red sticky substance.

Song Fengchen said, "Matches."

Boss Zhao grabbed the matchbox on the table ahead of the clerk, took out one, lit it, and sent it to Song Fengchen.

With a puff, the sticky matter in the bowl caught fire, and the azure flame was so gorgeous.

The man craned his neck, but his eyes widened.

At the moment when the flame in the bowl turned from blue to red, Song Fengchen tapped the edge of the porcelain bowl with chopsticks, and the flame in the bowl extinguished instantly with a puff.

The guy retracted his neck subconsciously.

Boss Zhao was a little nervous: "Brother Song, what is this for?"

"Look at what's in your stomach." As he said, Song Fengchen picked up a mirror on the table, picked up a porcelain bowl, and splashed it on the mirror. It's all stuck to the mirror like glue.

Song Fengchen walked up to Boss Zhao with the mirror and pointed it at his stomach.

When Boss Zhao lowered his head, he couldn't see anything clearly on the mirror.

He looked puzzled, but he didn't expect that at the next moment, the black and red sticky substance on the mirror suddenly began to shake violently.

Boss Zhao subconsciously slowed down his breathing, only to see the red and black goo on the mirror shaking faster and faster. After about two or three minutes, the thing on the mirror had a rough outline.

Boss Zhao’s eyes widened, and he struggled to distinguish what appeared on the mirror. The top was his liver, the bottom was his stomach, the large intestine was on the left, and the small intestine was in the middle... His heart beat faster, and the objects on the mirror also moved faster speed.

Boss Zhao suddenly felt that the distribution map of human organs posted in the county hospital ward was somewhat useful.

Song Fengchen said again: "Milk."

This time, without waiting for Boss Zhao's urging, the waiter has already delivered three bowls of milk eagerly.

Song Fengchen picked up a bowl casually and splashed it directly on the mirror. The three colors of black, red and white mixed together strangely, and the mirror instantly blurred again.

After a while, the red part of the sticky substance seemed to be driven by something, and began to flow downward. Drop after drop of the red-white mixture broke through the blockage of the sticky substance, and fell drop by drop along the edge of the mirror. Blood splattered everywhere.

When the three bowls of milk were all spilled on it, Boss Zhao's cloth shoes were already stained red, and the mirror became clear.

All kinds of organs disappeared without a trace, leaving only seven chopstick-thick bamboo arrows clearly reflected in them.

The dazzling sharpness at the tip of the arrow blinded Boss Zhao's eyes.

His mouth was trembling, his upper and lower teeth were chattering: "Song, Brother Song, this..."

Song Fengchen straightened up, the moment the mirror surface and Boss Zhao's stomach staggered, the bamboo arrow dangled and disappeared, leaving only a handful of ash from the bottom of the pot suddenly flashing on the mirror surface.

"Bamboo arrows? Seven?" Song Fengchen suddenly said, "Seven arrows with nail heads."

Boss Zhao asked weakly: "What is this?"

Song Fengchen conveniently put the mirror on the table next to him, and explained: "There are a few people in the Taoist sect who don't need to know the birth date and name of the other party, as long as they have the items used by the other party, they can cast one of the spells. Those who receive this spell must definitely Die with guts pierced."

Boss Zhao was terrified. Although he half understood, he only knew one thing: "Then, can you solve it?"

Song Fengchen shook his head, "With my current cultivation, I'm afraid it won't work."

I remembered Song Fengchen's sentence just now, "Those who suffer from this technique must die with their intestines broken." Boss Zhao trembled, his face ashen.

Song Fengchen changed his voice: "Although this technique cannot be forcibly broken, it may not be impossible to use tricks."

Hearing this, Boss Zhao's eyes lit up, and his heart dropped as soon as he raised his throat. He was nervous: "What do you think, Brother Song?"

Song Fengchen nodded: "There are still some things to prepare."

……

With one word from Song Fengchen, the buddy broke his leg.

"I found the chicken, I found it." The man ran back panting with an old hen in his hand, "I bought it from Mr. Li's house on Xinhong Street. His youngest son is getting married today. This is a dowry from the woman's side." .Thanks to Mr. Li being open-minded and not embarrassing me."

No, this has 'robbed' people's dowry.

Boss Zhao nodded, "When this matter is resolved, I must wrap a big red envelope and come to the door to thank you personally."

As he said that, he looked at Song Fengchen with an eager look on his face.

"give it to me."

Song Fengchen took the old hen from the clerk, took a porcelain bowl and a knife and put it in front of Boss Zhao, and said, "Let some blood out."

"Hey." Without further ado, Boss Zhao picked up the knife and made a slash on the palm of his hand.

At the moment of life and death, how can he care about pain or not.

"Enough." Seeing a small bowl of blood coming out, Song Fengchen called to stop.

I saw him pick up a spoon and add half a spoonful of cinnabar to the bowl. After a little stirring, he took out a red string and put it into the bowl. After the red string was soaked, he took it out, handed one end to Boss Zhao, and tied the other end to the old hen's left foot. superior.

After doing this, he mixed the remaining blood with white wine and fed it to the old hen.

He let go of his hand, and the old hen flapped its wings and landed straight on the ground, motionless.

Boss Zhao also tied the red rope to his left foot. He raised his head and the old hen also raised his head.

Noticing this, Boss Zhao was pleasantly surprised. He secretly raised his left foot, and the old hen also raised his left foot.

The unsteady old hen fell to the ground with a plop, and Boss Zhao also fell to the ground.

The man covered his mouth, but still laughed out loud.

Only then did Song Fengchen explain: "Since it's a coincidence, the only way I can think of for the time being is to prepare a double for you, and then transfer the seven nail-headed arrow skills in your body to the double."

Boss Zhao got up from the ground, gave the guy a hard look, and didn't make any more trouble.

I just watched Song Fengchen draw two mirrors according to the gourd painting.

Boss Zhao was holding a mirror by himself, and his assistant helped him stand another mirror in front of the old hen.

Only this time, there was a large bowl on the ground under the mirror.

As soon as the milk was splashed, the cinnabar and black dog blood on the mirror surface dripped into the bowl.

A few minutes later, seven bamboo arrows appeared in the mirror in Boss Zhao's hand, while the mirror in the man's hand was empty.

Song Fengchen took up a large bowl of red and white blood water under the two mirrors, pointed the bowl under Boss Zhao's mirror at the mirror in the clerk's hand, and pointed the bowl under the clerk's mirror at the mirror in Boss Zhao's hand, and then splashed them at the same time. out.

Boss Zhao closed his eyes almost reflexively.

However, the facts were not as he had imagined. Not only did the splashed blood not splatter, but it was firmly stuck to the mirror like a jelly.

Boss Zhao carefully opened a gap, and while the blood on the mirror was shaking up and down, his stomach suddenly turned upside down, his face also changed from yellow to purple and then white, and his body kept shaking.

He gritted his teeth and persisted.

At this moment, there was a loud knock on the door outside the house: "Is anyone there?"

Song Fengchen's face suddenly changed.

All I saw was the old hen in front of the clerk, tilting her head and clucking as if she had been awakened.

……

At this time, in the countryside hundreds of miles away, I saw only an old man dressed in green clothes, with a childlike face and white hair, sitting on a bunk with closed eyes and resting his mind. Right in front of him was a straw man with seven lights around the man. There are seven yellow talismans plastered on the forehead, and seven bamboo arrows shot from the stomach.

"Giggle!"

Suddenly there was a rooster crowing in the void.

The old man opened his eyes suddenly, and after looking around, he thought it was some chicken raised nearby.He calmed down and was about to close his eyes again, but he didn't expect that the corner of his eyes would fall on the straw man, and he could only see the seven bamboo arrows in its stomach slowly disappearing.

Meng Duanyou's pupils tightened, and he said in a deep voice, "Your junior He Fang, I don't know the heights of the heavens and the depths of the earth."

When the seven bamboo arrows in the straw man's stomach reappeared, the seven oil lamps around them suddenly went out.

He sneered: "Do you think you can escape from my palm?"

Meng Duanyou grabbed two talisman papers and threw them forward. Where the talisman papers passed, seven oil lamps were forcibly lit.

He muttered something, and stretched out his hand towards the straw man's neck...

……

Song Fengchen made a decisive decision, grabbed the old hen, picked up the rice wine on the table and poured it a few more mouthfuls.

The old hen flapped its wings weakly, closed its eyes, and completely stopped.

Boss Zhao was sweating profusely, and just when he felt that he was about to lose his hold, his stomach suddenly stopped.

His tensed face loosened, and he tried to suck on his stomach, but it really didn't hurt.He blinked, and the colloid that kept shaking on the mirror in front of him also seemed to lose its restraint, and fell straight to the ground.

When I looked again, the mirror was empty.

The man looked forward, his hands trembled subconsciously, and there were seven bamboo arrows in the mirror in his hand.

Song Fengchen breathed a sigh of relief: "It succeeded."

Boss Zhao sat on the ground with a plop. He lifted his sleeves and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and forced a smile: "Yes, yes...ah——"

His tone changed, his hands suddenly grabbed his neck, and his eyes protruded, as if someone had strangled his neck and had difficulty breathing.

Song Fengchen didn't have time to think about it, he subconsciously reached out and grabbed Boss Zhao: "What's wrong with you?"

At this moment, Boss Zhao suddenly felt a strong suction force, and Song Fengchen couldn't catch it, "It's not good——"

Before he finished speaking, his soul was sucked into a vortex together with Boss Zhao.

It happened so suddenly, when the buddy came back to his senses, Boss Zhao and Song Fengchen fell to the ground one after another, motionless.

"Boss, Comrade Song?" The clerk quickly reached out to help, but there was no movement between the two.The guy swallowed, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and put it under Boss Zhao's nose.

"Dead, dead..."

The guy's eyes were fixed, and he kept talking to himself, startled and frightened, "Why, how did this happen?"

He was in a state of confusion, as if he had thought of something, he rushed to the doctor in an emergency: "Sun in the sun, yes, yes, you will be fine if you sun in the sun."

Thinking of this, the man staggered up from the ground and helped the two of them into the yard.

His legs didn't work, and they trembled like sifting chaff. After two or three minutes, he stretched out his hands again, but the two of them still didn't breathe.

With a broken face, he cried: "How can you say that if you die, you will die!"

The knocking on the door continued: "I heard someone talking inside, why don't you open the door."

The man was in a daze. He heard the word "open the door", and he didn't know whether it was out of professional habit or something else. He swayed and walked over to open the courtyard door.

Outside the door was a middle-aged woman in her forties, she looked impatient: "Why did you open the door at this time, I don't know that there are distinguished guests at my house, are you just waiting to buy rice for the pot?"

She pushed away the clerk, and saw Boss Zhao and the two in the yard at a glance, and her voice was full of envy: "Hey, it's this time and you're still taking a nap!"

The guy came back to his senses suddenly, and there was only one thought left in his mind. If others knew that the boss and Comrade Song were dead, would the police suspect that he had killed him, and then arrest him and send him to prison to be shot?

He shivered, clenched his teeth, as if he had made up his mind, and replied stiffly: "Your voice is quieter, don't disturb them to rest, follow, come in with me."

The middle-aged woman clicked her tongue, and she looked at the man, "What's wrong with you? Your face looks like chalk."

The guy's eyes flickered: "I ate something wrong at noon, and I'm having a stomachache."

The middle-aged woman let out an oh, but didn't ask any further questions.

The guy breathed a sigh of relief.

……

"Me, what's wrong with me?"

Hearing Boss Zhao's exclamation, Song Fengchen regained his composure, only then did he realize that he was actually floating in mid-air.

Boss Zhao was heard shouting again: "Who are you?"

Song Fengchen raised his head sharply, and Meng Duanyou was looking at them warily on the Datong bunk in front of him.

To be precise, it was Song Fengchen who was looking at the golden light of merit.

Boss Zhao's eyes fell on the straw men in front of Meng Duanyou, and he suddenly said, "You are the one who hurt me behind my back?"

Having said that, he shrank his neck and hid behind Song Fengchen.

Meng Duanyou's face turned blue and white, "He is a good man."

At first, he thought that the other party couldn't even defeat his nail-headed seven-arrow technique, so he could only rely on the substitute technique to save people. I was afraid that his ability was not much stronger, but he didn't expect that he was actually a virtuous person.

This can be a little tricky.

Good people?

Song Fengchen understood, not to mention how many good deeds he had done in his previous life, but only said that after washing his hands in the golden basin, he had rescued five or six thousand children, if not tens of thousands. Not false.

Thinking of this, Song Fengchen immediately took a reassurance. At first, he was worried that he would be implicated by Boss Zhao, who was unarmed, and would fall into the hands of the black hand behind the scenes.Now with the golden light of merits and virtues to back him up, he is full of confidence.

At this moment, Meng Duanyou said: "For the sake of fellow Taoist being a good person, I don't want to be your enemy, and please don't stop me from taking revenge."

"Revenge?" Song Fengchen frowned slightly, and he looked at Boss Zhao behind him.

Boss Zhao's eyes widened, "I don't even know you."

Meng Duanyou looked gloomy, looked at Boss Zhao, and glared: "You are from Hejia Village, Bai Town."

Boss Zhao nodded hesitantly.

Meng Duanyou asked again: "Your family is the second."

Boss Zhao nodded again.

Meng Duanyou said sharply: "24 years ago, a mother and daughter escaped through Hejia Village and stayed at your house. Unfortunately, the mother was ill and bedridden. Before she died, she had no choice but to entrust her 12-year-old daughter to To your parents, ask your family to help send your daughter to her natal parents in Jiang County, and give your parents a gold bracelet as a reward."

"As a result, after she died of illness, your parents went back on their promises. They not only took away the gold bracelet, but also took away her daughter as a free child bride for you. A few years later, the pro-democracy movement broke out, and your family was short of food and clothing. Your parents were vicious. Heartless, sold her daughter to a lame old man in the next town to be his daughter-in-law..."

Meng Duanyou shouted angrily: "Am I right?"

Boss Zhao trembling, said with difficulty: "That's right."

Song Fengchen frowned.

Meng Duanyou said word by word: "They are my wife and daughter."

Boss Zhao smiled wryly. He was only 12 years old at the time, but he had a deep memory of this incident: "But my parents have already suffered retribution. They sold it..." He choked up: "After that... Hejia Village came A group of refugees. I don’t know who disclosed the news that my family has food. One night, the group of refugees broke into my house, except that I escaped by hiding under the bed, my parents, my elder brother and sister-in-law, nephews and nieces , all seven people are gone.”

From then on, he became a waif.

"God open your eyes, retribution is not good." Meng Duanyou was not polite.

Song Fengchen said, "It stands to reason that his parents are already dead, and the disaster is not as good as his family. Why do you want to kill him now?"

Meng Duanyou opened his eyes angrily, with blue veins popping out of his forehead, he gritted his teeth: "My daughter is dead, because of Hualiu's illness..."

Willow disease?

Isn't this a disease that only prostitutes get?

Thinking of this, Boss Zhao turned pale.

Meng Duanyou took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "After she died, she turned into a grieving ghost, her obsessions and grievances will not go away, she will not enter reincarnation, and will not be reborn."

"Her obsession..." Song Fengchen subconsciously looked at Boss Zhao.

Meng Duanyou replied coldly: "Kill all the people who made her fall into such a miserable state."

If he hadn't offended and been hunted down by his enemies back then, his wife and daughter would not have been forced to flee to her natal family for refuge, let alone a tragedy.

Meng Duanyou felt extremely guilty, and he didn't want to let his daughter's hands be stained with blood, which would only add to the bad karma. After 12 years of running around, what he is doing is today: "Zhao Chugong is the last one."

Song Fengchen felt dizzy for a while, this was a bad debt.

Boss Zhao is innocent. Some of the gold bracelets his parents bought and the money from selling their daughter must have been used on him. What's more, his parents detained the girl to be his child bride.

It can be said that he is not innocent, how old was he then?At the age of seven or eight, that is, he has just entered elementary school.

After thinking about it, Song Fengchen simply gave up thinking about it. He only confirmed one point: "From your standpoint, you want to kill Boss Zhao. I can understand your feelings as a father, so I have nothing to say. But From my standpoint, I can only say sorry, Boss Zhao——I'm sure!"

Meng Duanyou frowned, and his eyes were bright: "You really want to fight against me? Although you are a good person, do you think I really can't do anything to you?"

Meng Duanyou's words are not guilty at all, anyway, he has already risked everything, even though he dare not kill virtuous people in order to avoid implicating his daughter, but it doesn't mean he can't deal with Zhao Chugong.

"But you obviously forgot one thing," Song Fengchen turned tit-for-tat, flipped his right hand, and the mahogany sword beside Meng Duanyou flew into his hand, "I am not only a virtuous person, but also a magician."

Ordinary ghosts may be afraid of these magical artifacts, but virtuous people are not.

Meng Duanyou's face was completely pulled down.