Anti-wife becomes demon

Seeing the blacksmith's concession, Fan Ren could barely accept it, and sighed, he was still too petty, presumably for those Taoist priests of Nancheng Temple, they didn't pay much attention to the money, right?

After leaving the blacksmith's shop, Fan Ren still didn't forget to turn his head and take another deep look. There are people out there who are beyond the sky, and this is only the first city he has arrived in. Walking is always a frog in a well.

Fan Ren looked at the little white fox around his neck and said, "Thank you for reminding me."

The little white fox buried his head, snorted twice and said: "A few words will fool you and you won't be able to find the north. If you look at you, you have never seen the world. If you don't kill you, who will you kill?"

"So he still killed me?" Fan Ren looked at the blacksmith shop angrily.

"I'll kill you, what can you do? Do you want a new magic sword now or wait until you find a blacksmith with a fair price to make a sword for you? Now that your heart is growing grass, can you afford to wait?" Hu Jiuhan sneered.

Fan Ren sighed helplessly when he heard the words, Hu Jiuhan was right, the big shop bullied customers, he was a lonely little Taoist priest, and he had nothing to do with this blacksmith, because he really couldn't wait to have a decent one. Magic sword.

Fan Ren briefly wandered around here again, and saw no other blacksmith shops except this blacksmith shop.

"This blacksmith seems to have some background." Hu Jiuhan said.

Fan Ren also found out: "There is only his blacksmith shop in such a big market. No wonder it is so dark. Do you think those Taoist priests from Nancheng Temple are behind him to support him?"

"Hmph, you just thought of it? Do you know why he was so confident that he asked you to go to the Taoist priests of Nancheng Temple? Is it true that these Taoist priests only recognize his family? You can't be so naive, right?" Hu Jiu said coldly .

The more Fan Ren listened, the colder he became. He was impatient just now, but now he was full of worries, and his trust in the blacksmith just now was greatly reduced.

"It's useless to say anything now. This is the black shop behind Nanchengguan. I don't dare to mess with it. The only thing I hope now is that he can really give me a good sword. Even if it is a little black, I will recognize it." Even though Fan Ren said so, his heart was pounding.

"Idiot." Hu Jiuhan cursed again.

"Why?" Although Fan Ren was very displeased with this title, he didn't refute it, as if he had acquiesced.

"The more you think about it, the less likely the blacksmith will give you a good sword."

"Why? Didn't he say that he still wants to earn the rest of the money." Fan Ren retorted.

"Don't forget, behind him are those Taoist priests from Nanchengguan. If you ask him to fight swords today, those Taoist priests from Nanchengguan must know about it. If you really want to succeed in swordsmanship, you have to curry favor with those Taoist priests. They agreed with this blacksmith. Only dare to accept the rest of the money, otherwise the troubles caused may not be solved by those money, if you would choose money or trouble?"

Fan Ren suddenly realized that he thumped his hand, what he said made sense!No wonder you call him a fool, he really deserves the title.

"Then it's time for me to go to Nancheng to visit those fellow Taoists, but I just don't know how to curry favor with them?" Fan Ren scratched his head.

"Do you want to curry favor with them?" Hu Jiuhan asked.

"No." Fan Ren replied without thinking.

Not to mention anything else, when he thought of the Taoist priest named Shang Qian in Nancheng Temple who didn't come up to help when he singled out the green-skinned hell kid, he really didn't want to see him again.

But this time for his new sword, it was impossible for him not to go there, and the only person he knew there was this Shang Qian.

Fan Ren raised his head and sighed, he was really afraid that he would end up with enemies instead of being flattered, and his sword was completely useless.

The so-called going out to the precious place and visiting the local Taoist temple here is also reasonable, but with the previous grudges, it is really difficult to pretend that nothing happened.

When Fan Ren was struggling, Hu Jiuhan was like a roundworm in Fan Ren's stomach, and said, "Nancheng Temple is not just a Taoist priest Shangqian, if you go up to visit so rashly, you will most likely be ridiculed and come down dejected. It's useless, if only I wouldn't be in such a hurry to visit."

Fan Ren nodded. This suggestion is very suitable for him. An ordinary Taoist priest in a remote Taoist temple, the more humble he is, the more he will be discriminated against.

"You're right. The common people have to bring some gifts when they visit each other. It's really shabby for me to go there empty-handed. Let's investigate before visiting."

Said that Fan Ren breathed a sigh of relief, relieved a lot.

At this time, the little white fox's little nose suddenly smelled something, and the tip of the nose moved.

"What's wrong?" Fan Ren asked.

"It smells like blood," said the little white fox.

Fan Ren frowned when he heard the words, and held his breath to smell it, but he still didn't smell any blood.

"Where is it?" Fan Ren asked.

"Follow me."

Fan Ren then followed Hu Jiuhan's instructions to the entrance of the vegetable market. When he got here, Fan Ren finally smelled the strong smell of blood.

I saw a man kneeling next to the executioner on the three-meter-high beheading platform, his hands were tied behind his back, and there was a word "cut" with a red circle on it. What's up.

However, the time has not yet come, the supervisor behind him has not issued an order, and there are more and more common people around.

Fan Ren casually found an aunt next to him and asked, "What crime did this man commit?"

The aunt glanced at Fan Ren and said, "Are you from a foreign country? You don't even know about such a big event?"

"Yes, I'm from another place. I just arrived at Guibao Land on the first day. I don't understand anything. Please enlighten me."

Hearing that Fan Ren was so polite, the aunt didn't want to tell, but she whispered in Fan Ren's ear and said, "This guy heard that he killed his wife and father, so he was beheaded."

Fan Ren blinked his eyes when he heard the words, and couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "If that's the case, why is aunt so afraid to speak up?"

The aunt looked around and said in a low voice, "Because I also heard that he was wronged."

After speaking, the aunt left, as if deliberately keeping a distance from Fan Ren, Fan Ren frowned, and muttered to himself: "There is something strange."

"Nonsense, look at the resentment above that person, I'm afraid it will turn into a ghost of unjust death immediately after death, and if it is stained with blood, it will definitely turn into a ghost."

Fan Ren looked at the little white fox and whispered, "Why are you so clear about this?"

The little white fox looked at Fan Ren with disdain and said, "I have seen more ghosts than you have seen people, why do you think so clearly?"

Fan Ren chuckled, how could he forget about this.

"Since this person is wronged, why don't you see this person calling for injustice?" Fan Ren asked strangely.

"Can't you see the scars on his clothes?" Hu Jiuhan asked.

Fan Ren shook his head.

Hu Jiuhan rolled his eyes: "If he appeals for injustice, he will only be tortured and tortured. If it were you, would you choose to be innocent or die quickly?"

"So, this guy was framed by torture to extract a confession?" Fan Ren said.

"Hmph, I'm afraid it's not that simple."

Hu Jiuhan's fox eyes stared at the movement on the stage like Fan Ren's. After a while, the execution officer looked at the sun and said to the executioner: "Lu Ziping, killing your wife and father is not as good as a beast. The laws of nature do not allow it. It's time to cut, it's noon, execution!"

When the executioner removed the word "cut" from the back of Lu Ziping's head, Lu Ziping suddenly looked up at the sky and shouted at the sky with all his strength: "Wang Jinglun, I'll fuck your ancestors for [-] generations! Your family will die badly." !! I will not let go even if I am a ghost..."

Before the man finished speaking, the executioner's big knife was chopped off, and it was not until the head fell to the ground that the shape of the mouth seemed to say "you"...

Then the executioner grabbed the man's hair and lifted it up. The man's eyes were wide open, his gums were closed tightly, and his face was full of ferociousness. He raised his head and circled around the stands, as a warning to others.

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