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"It's that simple?" Luo Zaibang couldn't help but doubt.

Then why did they rack their brains to plot against Luo Minxin's family?

The smile froze on Luo Youheng's face.

Thinking about it, Daoist Cai did not know how much thought was wasted in order to solve Zhao Xiaolan before. In the end, not only did he not succeed, but he also took his own life.

Why did they come to Song Fengchen's place, just say a few words, they didn't even meet Zhao Xiaolan, and the matter was resolved?

He couldn't help but look up at Song Fengchen.

Could it be that Song Fengchen was lying to him?

Or do you want to be black and black?

It's not impossible, after all, he calculated that Luo Minxin's family was ahead, and Song Lanzhi was Song Fengchen's biological sister——

Thinking of this, Luo Youheng's heart tightened.

Song Fengchen raised his eyebrows calmly.

Cai Daochang is trying to plot against Zhao Xiaolan and keep Luo Youheng's family, but what he wants to do is the exact opposite.

The two of them have different starting points and different methods, and the results are naturally very different.

Regarding this, Song Fengchen only said: "Of course the matter is not over yet."

He pointed to the blood-red letter paper in Luo Youheng's hand, "This letter is both a contract and a reminder."

Luo Youheng followed Song Fengchen's line of sight, not knowing why.

Song Fengchen explained: "The period is one month. Within one month, if you can complete the three things you wrote on the deed, and the letter will be restored to its original state, you will be safe and sound."

Luo Youheng asked subconsciously: "What if it can't be done?"

Song Fengchen smiled slightly: "The day this letter paper completely turns black is the day when you die suddenly."

Luo Youheng shook his hands.

I only heard Song Fengchen continue to say: "The most important thing is that if the contract can be reached, it can naturally be torn up."

He didn't mind threatening Luo Youheng.

Luo Youheng's complexion changed: "What does Mr. Song mean?"

Song Fengchen said with a serious face: "So this contract can only be regarded as a delaying measure. In order to prevent things from changing, the key is to get Zhao Xiaolan over before she changes her mind."

Song Fengchen spoke clearly and logically, and most of the doubts in Luo Youheng's eyes were immediately dispelled, and he followed Song Fengchen's train of thought: "Mr. Song has any other orders, just tell me, I can't stand your surprise. "

Song Fengchen smiled, Luo Youheng believed it.

He said: "It's actually not difficult to save Zhao Xiaolan. Didn't Mr. Luo promise to erect a monument for Zhao Xiaolan's mother and daughter before?"

Luo Youheng nodded.

"Just do some tricks on Zhao Xiaolan's coffin and tombstone." Song Fengchen knocked on the table, "The coffin where Zhao Xiaolan is placed must be made of peach wood, her ten finger bones and toe bones must be wrapped with white silk cloth, and the coffin cover must be nailed. There can only be more nails and no less nails, with seven nails going up and twelve nails at the top."

"Later I will bring you more than twenty ghost-speeding charms. After setting up Zhao Xiaolan's tombstone, your family must pour a bowl of blood on her tombstone every day. Before the bloodletting, burn a ghost-speeding charm , rootless water to take. When the bowl of blood splashed out directly falls to the ground instead of being absorbed by the tombstone, it means that Zhao Xiaolan has been passed away."

"By the way, there can't be a gap of one day between them, or all previous efforts will be wasted." Song Fengchen reminded, "Have you remembered it?"

Luo Youheng nodded, and then asked hesitantly, "Does it have to be the blood of our family?"

A bowl of blood every day, how painful it must be!

Luo Youheng touched his left wrist subconsciously, with a bitter face.

Originally, he was still thinking about what Song Fengchen meant before asking them to pay a little price, and the feelings should be here.

Luo Youheng thought about it, and the distrust of Song Fengchen in his heart disappeared immediately.

"The person who tied the bell needs to be untied." Song Fengchen explained: "Zhao Xiaolan became a resentful ghost because of your family, and only the blood of your family can wash away her resentment."

Otherwise, Luo Youheng and his son could sit here?

Luo Youheng nodded, understood.

Song Fengchen turned around and went into the bedroom. Half an hour later, he came out with a stack of freshly baked talisman papers, handed them to Luo Youheng, and only said: "This is the ghost talisman. There are 25 pieces in total, which should be enough. If they come out halfway What's the problem, just come to me again."

Luo Youheng's expression brightened, and he quickly took over the pile of ghost charms, smelling the bloody smell coming towards his face, his brows were brimming with joy, red lights glowed on his square purple face, and he said repeatedly: " Thank you Mr. Song, Mr. Song's great kindness, my Luo family will definitely keep it in mind."

"Should be."

Song Fengchen picked up the water bowl on the table and hid the faint smile on his face.

The meaning of seeing off guests could not be more obvious.

Luo Youheng immediately said very wittily: "The matter is urgent, we father and son will not bother you, and visit Mr. Song again when you have time."

"Alright, you two go slowly." Song Fengchen stood up.

After a few steps, Luo Youheng and his son disappeared around the corner in a hurry.Song Fengchen turned around and went back to the living room, grabbed the six stacks of unions and entered the room, feeling extremely comfortable.

He didn't feel guilty about taking the money.

Luo Youheng wanted to get rid of Zhao Xiaolan's vendetta, and he gave an idea, which was enough to ensure that Luo Youheng could get what he wanted.

As for the process, it doesn't matter.

Song Fengchen took out a stack of banknotes and kept them separately. This was Luo Youheng's apology to Luo Minxin's family. He planned to send it to Luo Minxin when he entered the city again.

The remaining 5000 yuan was stuffed into the closet by him. Counting the little savings he had saved before, the money in his hand just broke through five figures.

million households.

Song Fengchen was satisfied.

After finishing these, he turned around and walked to the table, and the ten stand-in straw figures caught his eyes.

He grabbed the two straw figurines on the left in the upper row, and tore off the white paper with Luo Youheng, Luo Zaibang, etc. stuck in front of them.

Then cut out two blank sheets of paper, and wrote the names of the two people with a pen, and wrote the addresses of Yuexi Village, Dong County, Li Province in large characters.

Putting down the pen, he pasted the two pieces of white paper on the two straw figures respectively, and then put the straw figures back to their original positions.

Following him, he took a step back, his hands quickly forming formations, and he muttered something.

At the next moment, a white light burst out from the two straw figures, and a few breaths later, a black light burst from the two straw figures in the same position in the lower row.

In the interlacing of light and shadow, something seemed to break out of the body.

On the field ridge, Luo Youheng and his son, who were making way for an ox cart, suddenly shivered together, and a chill rushed from the soles of their feet to the cerebral cortex.

Luo Youheng stomped his feet subconsciously, all he was thinking about was Zhao Xiaolan.

Luo Zaibang tightened his clothes, his eyes touched the gray sky above his head, thinking it was because the sky had changed, he said, "Dad, let's go faster, it seems to be raining again."

"Okay." Luo Youheng responded, and then quickened his pace.

After finishing the matter of the Luo family, Song Fengchen began to drill into the deep mountains and old forests every day.

It was not until September, when the weather turned fine and the rainy season was coming to an end, that there were fewer and fewer wild mushrooms in the mountains, so he finally gave up.

During this period, Xu Junmin received several replies from old relatives and friends one after another, knowing that the current situation is worse than they expected.

The only thing that could comfort Xu Junmin was probably the letter he received from Xigong on the day of Bailu. The letter was not long, and it was mostly words of condolence and encouragement.

What really convinced Xu Junmin was the box of tea that came with the letter. Xihu Longjing was his favorite.

The meaning is self-evident.