70s rebirth daily

But it's just to repel it.

Daoist Cai can't stay in the Luo family forever, Zhao Xiaolan will not let it go if the Luo family is not dead.When she recovers from her injury, she might come to her door again.

Hearing this, the Luo family were all terrified.

The repayment promised by Luo Youheng was right in Cai Daochang's arms. According to Luo's family's wishes, he gave Luo Sizhong an idea.

That is to take advantage of Zhao Xiaolan's serious injury and escape, and find a family to act as a substitute for the Luo family, preferably with some blood relationship, to ensure nothing goes wrong.

Then he cast a spell again, slowly tortured the family to death, making Zhao Xiaolan mistakenly think that the Luo family was the one who died, so she let go of her obsession, reincarnated, and never troubled his family again.

Almost subconsciously, Luo Youheng thought of his cousin Luo Minxin's family who he had always looked down upon.

His family has five members, and Luo Minxin's family also has five members, which is just right.

Under Luo Youheng's begging, although Luo Sizhong, who was already dying, couldn't bear it, he had no choice but to recruit Luo Minxin's family to Yang City under the pretext of donating inheritance according to Cai Daochang's arrangement.

Speaking of this, Luo Youheng's voice became lower and lower, and he couldn't help but look up at Song Fengchen, who was facing Song Fengchen's expressionless face.He shrank his neck, quickly lowered his head, concealed the inexplicable feeling in his heart, and continued.

"After Luo Minxin's family arrived in Yangshi, my father gave him 500 yuan and a small two-story mansion, and then asked them to sign a contract of sale drawn up by Daoist Cai. The content was probably to voluntarily sell it to our family as a substitute. No matter what happens in the future, there will be no regrets..."

"Luo Minxin's family is illiterate. We lied to them that they signed an inheritance agreement, and they really believed it."

"Cai Daochang said that this is called taking people's money to eliminate disasters. Only in this way, even if Luo Minxin's family dies miserably, this debt will not be counted on our family." Luo Youheng said in a low voice.

"500 yuan, five lives." Song Fengchen said in a low voice, word by word.

No wonder Daoist Cai dared to act so boldly, his feelings were well prepared long ago.

The contract is certain, the Luo Minxin family is the one who died, and the one who is responsible is naturally the Luo Minxin family, but it has nothing to do with him, Daoist Cai.

Good trick!

Luo Youheng couldn't help but took out a square towel from his coat pocket and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. He laughed along with him, and said cautiously, "Th-that's how things are, now you see?"

As he said that, his eyes fell on the six stacks of great unity on Song Fengchen's right, and his intention to change the subject couldn't be more obvious.

Song Fengchen responded indifferently, and then said, "So what does Mr. Luo mean?"

Luo Youheng said repeatedly: "It's all up to Mr. Song to decide."

After finishing speaking, he paused for a while, and quickly added: "As long as I can protect my family of five."

Song Fengchen's eyes flickered slightly, and he tapped his fingers on the table, as if he was thinking about something.

The air froze at this moment, Luo Youheng and his son couldn't help slowing down their breathing, their hearts fluctuated up and down following the beating sound.

After a long silence, Song Fengchen finally said: "I won't touch such crooked ways as asking someone to die for you. If this happens, then the only way to start is from Zhao Xiaolan."

Luo Youheng subconsciously straightened his spine.

"Revenge by the ghost is justified." Song Fengchen explained lightly: "But the grievance has its head, and the debt has its owner. Since your father has already paid the price for this, this matter is considered to be an end. Then Zhao Xiaolan pesters Your family has indeed gone through a bit..."

Hearing what he said, Luo Youheng couldn't help but his eyes lit up, and he said excitedly: "That's right, Mr. Song is still fair."

Song Fengchen smiled, disapproving, and continued: "So the key to the problem is how to eliminate Zhao Xiaolan's malice towards your family."

Luo Youheng and his son lifted their expressions.

Song Fengchen lowered his eyebrows slightly, implying: "I have thought of a good idea, but Mr. Luo has to pay a little price."

Luo Youheng hurriedly said, "Mr. Song, please tell me."

Song Fengchen said in a deep voice: "First of all, Mr. Luo must agree to reveal the truth about the poisoning and murder case back then, and return Zhao Xiaolan's innocence."

Luo Youheng was taken aback.

Once the truth of this case came to light, his father's reputation would surely be ruined.

Even if you die, someone will poke your spine.

but--

Luo Youheng rolled his eyes.

If he takes advantage of this good luck to do something, he may not be able to gain a good reputation of being impartial and selfless, and killing relatives righteously.

The dead always give way to the living.

Luo Youheng made up his mind almost instantly, he nodded, and said in a deep voice, "Okay."

Song Fengchen didn't care what Luo Youheng was thinking, he just continued: "Secondly, murder pays for life. Although your father is dead, he directly or indirectly killed three lives. It's okay if one life is worth one life." , Three lives, he can't afford it, that's why Zhao Xiaolan will transfer the rest of the hatred to you."

Luo Youheng suddenly had a bad thought in his heart.

I only heard Song Fengchen say: "So if you want to make Zhao Xiaolan give in, you have to do something about your father to make her happy."

Make a fuss about his father?

His father is dead, isn't he—

Luo Youheng had a flash of inspiration, and he trembled: "Song, what does Mr. Song mean?"

Song Fengchen glanced at him, and said sternly: "What should be done depends on your sincerity, Mr. Luo."

He doesn't care what the dead are.

Luo Youheng's face turned blue and white, and after a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay."

Things have come to this point, what else can he do?

"In the end, Mr. Luo has to agree to collect the bones of Zhao Xiaolan's mother and daughter and erect a monument to worship them."

"No problem." Luo Youheng did not hesitate.

Song Fengchen finally asked: "Do you know the horoscope of Zhao Xiaolan's birthday?"

Luo Youheng nodded: "I know."

As he spoke, he took out a piece of letter paper from his pocket.

Daoist Cai asked him before, and his memory improved.Just in case, he came to Song Fengchen this time, and he prepared it in advance.

"Well."

Song Fengchen got up and entered the room, and when he came out again, he had two sets of pens and paper in his hand.

He handed one of the copies to Luo Youheng, and only said: "Now, Mr. Luo, please make a list of the things you promised just now, and sign it."

Although Luo Youheng didn't know what Song Fengchen's plan was, he still took the pen and paper honestly, and found a corner to think about it by himself.

Song Fengchen sat on the table with another set of paper and pen, and wrote four paragraphs on the letter paper.

Daoist Cai who seriously injured you back then has been eliminated by me.

Luo Sizhong is dead, and the disaster is not as good as his family, so there is no need to implicate Luo Youheng's family, it will be of no benefit to you.

Don't worry, Luo Youheng once tried to murder my sister's family.I have decided to punish his family by using the method of human nature's big reform, which will definitely make his family poor and destitute, and there will be no peace for the rest of his life.

I got you a few benefits from Luo Yongheng, if you think it's okay.Later, I will clear up your grievances and send you to die.

……

When Luo Youheng finished writing, Song Fengchen happened to make two envelopes out of yellow paper.

"Mr. Song." Luo Youheng handed what he had written to Song Fengchen.

Song Fengchen took it over and saw that Luo Youheng not only promised to rehabilitate Zhao Xiaolan and set up a monument for their mother and daughter, but also wrote that he was willing to beat Luo Sizhong to ashes in order to get Zhao Xiaolan's forgiveness.

Song Fengchen couldn't help but clicked his tongue, and he looked up at Luo Youheng.

Luo Youheng gave up on himself, what else could he do?

Anyway, it's come this far.

Enough!

Song Fengchen chuckled lightly: "The writing is not bad."

I saw him put the things written by himself and Luo Youheng into two envelopes respectively, and then found a box of cinnabar, mixed a teaspoon of it with clean water, dipped it in with a brush, and drew crooked patterns on the envelopes.

In the end, he picked up a pen and wrote Zhao Xiaolan's name and her date of birth on the blank space of the envelope.

After finishing this, Song Fengchen found a broken copper basin, first grabbed a handful of paper money and put it in, then threw the two letters on the paper money together, struck a match and lit them together.

Luo Youheng understood: "Mr. Song wants to burn these two letters to Zhao Xiaolan?

Song Fengchen nodded, and said casually, "Well, other than that, I can't think of any other way to find Zhao Xiaolan."

"But, but Zhao Xiaolan can't read?" Luo Youheng remembered.

Song Fengchen didn't take it seriously: "That happened when she was alive."

After death, the memory of the previous ten lives will be restored. It is impossible for Zhao Xiaolan to be illiterate in the previous ten lives.

Luo Youheng frowned, feeling inexplicably unreliable what to do.

At this moment, a humming sound suddenly came from the burning copper basin.

Luo Youheng's eyes widened, followed by a flash of red light, and the fire in the copper basin was instantly extinguished, leaving not even a trace of smoke and dust.

Luo Youheng opened his mouth, as if he hadn't thought about it.

What followed was a long wait.

Compared to Song Fengchen's calmness, Luo Youheng and his son were worried and restless, fearing that something might go wrong.

Luo Youheng stared at the copper basin, looked up at Song Fengchen several times, but hesitated to speak.

He raised his hand and looked at his watch. Almost half an hour had passed, and his patience had reached a critical point. Finally, he couldn't help but said, "Mr. Song..."

At this moment, Song Fengchen, who was leaning on the chair with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, "Here we come—"

There was only a popping sound, and a burst of fire suddenly burst out from the copper basin, which disappeared in a flash.

Luo Youheng saw with his own eyes that two apparently opened letters suddenly appeared in the originally clean copper basin. Just looking at the crooked patterns on the envelopes, they were not the same as the two that Song Fengchen had burned before.

Luo Youheng and his son stood up immediately.

Song Fengchen picked up the two letters and opened them, and there was an extra word "thank you" in the blank space of the letter he wrote.In the letter written by Luo Youheng, the letter paper turned blood red, indicating that the contract had come into effect.

Luo Youheng only felt his throat dry up, "Song, Mr. Song?"

Song Fengchen smiled and said, "Zhao Xiaolan agreed."

"Really?" Luo Youheng couldn't help but be overjoyed.

Song Fengchen nodded, and handed back the blood-red letter paper to Luo Youheng.

This was originally what he expected.

After all, with such a good offer here, Zhao Xiaolan couldn't refuse unless she was out of her mind.

Rather than saying that he was helping Luo Youheng's family, it would be better to say that he was helping Zhao Xiaolan.