Difficult to do

The dry tobacco rod twirled for a long time, but it fell to the ground and remained motionless, as if Shi Fang had nothing to do with turning the tobacco rod to play.Shi Fang's face froze, he coughed slightly, frowned and sighed: "It seems that the opponent's skill is no worse than mine."

Jiuchi didn't notice the vision on Shifang's side, but was a little distracted looking outside the house: "Huh?"

"Why are you still thinking about that Xuan Lingzi?" Shi Fang bowed down and picked up the cigarette stick on the ground, and wiped it with his sleeve lovingly and asked.

Jiu Chi nodded slightly worried: "Although he is not a good person, but he died in front of me like this, I feel..."

Shi Fang sighed, groped in his arms and took out a jade pendant with animal patterns, and handed it to Jiu Chi to hold it: "If you are really worried, go, but don't leave this jade pendant."

A gleam of light flashed in Jiuchi's eyes, he nodded hastily while holding the jade pendant, and his feet moved: "Hey!"

"Remember to ask Master Zhang to take care of your meals." Shi Fang put his hands on his waist, and watched Jiu Chi hurriedly pick up the black umbrella and ran out of the coffin shop.

When Jiu Chi was far away, Shi Fang also tidied up.Then he walked towards Qiu Bamian's house.

Out of the quiet alleys is the noisy street, where the merchants come and go yelling.

All the small shops along the street have their doors open, and there are a lot of goods inside.Occasionally, one or two officials ran towards the west in a panic.

Along the way, I overheard people in the teahouse discussing the strange phenomenon of black smoke rising from the half-moon hillside, and the tragic incident that the second aunt of the Zhang family just spontaneously ignited on the street and was burned to death by the fire.

Shi Fang bypassed these people and quickened his pace, pushed open the back door of Qiu Bamian's house, and walked straight into the courtyard.

The old lady followed behind Shifang without saying a word, while the old butler led the way ahead and continued to say: "The young master is locked in the house. He hasn't touched any water or food. He only knows how to smash things. Let's have someone tie him up." On the bed, but the young master broke free from the rope by himself, biting anyone he met, fortunately he pulled it away in time, or there would be real blood..."

Shi Fang stopped and turned around and said, "If the rope is broken, won't the door be broken?"

The old lady glanced at the butler and said to Shi Fang in a low voice: "The door of that house is specially made...the master asked us to make it with iron."

"Huh?" Shifang raised his eyebrows, the girls and women looking at the courtyard were all separated from the outer courtyard and were not allowed to approach the inner courtyard.He stopped and looked at the old lady and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Some cold sweat broke out on the old lady's forehead, she clasped her hands and bowed her head in silence.

Shifang snorted coldly, followed the housekeeper and said, "Isn't it the same as his house, and reserved a house made of iron just for me?"

The old lady turned pale and still lowered her head, just nodded slightly.

"I knew that old boy wouldn't put his son in front of my eyes so easily." Shi Fang obviously became angry, watching the old housekeeper stop in front of a private room.Shi Fang waved his hand and said, "Yes, let me go in and have a look."

"Hey." The old lady immediately took out the key, bypassed the old housekeeper and stepped forward to open the dark door: "Please, old lady."

Shi Fang nodded, and when he turned his head, he saw four or five big men in front of the room guarding the door, while the housekeeper retreated far away and stood alone.

As soon as the old lady tried her best, the black door creaked, and then it was slowly opened.

Then the old lady walked around the broken pieces of porcelain on the ground first, and picked up a wooden table to open the way for Shi Fang.

Before Shifang entered the room, he saw Qiu Bamian squatting on the ground with only his single clothes on, trembling all over, revealing that the skin outside the clothes had turned dark and purple.

A trace of blood flowed from the ear.

Shifang walked quickly to Qiu Bamian's side, Qiu Bamian turned around and wanted to attack Shifang, Shifang held Qiu Bamian's hand.He picked him up and said, "Clean up the bed."

The old woman immediately stepped forward and pulled the pieces of the bed together with the quilt to the ground, then turned around and took out a new quilt from the cabinet beside her, and spread it quickly.

Qiu Bamian writhed and struggled in Shifang's arms, Shifang said in a low voice with a cold look: "Move again, I'll eat you."

Qiu Bamian immediately became stiff all over, sweating profusely and was about to roll his eyes and pass out.

The old lady brought a new pillow and put it away and nodded to Shifang.

Shifang immediately put Qiu Bamian on the bed and left Shifang's arms.Qiu Bamian's expression got better now, he was thinking about struggling again, but seeing Shi Fang beside him, he immediately lay down on the bed limply and obediently.

Shi Fang sat by the bed and took Qiu Bamian's pulse, seeing Qiu Bamian's eyes slowly being covered with black water, he asked, "Did you tell his father about the situation here?"

The old lady nodded: "The housekeeper has already sent a telegram, and it is estimated that the old man will come back in ten days."

"Oh." Shifang lowered his head and looked carefully at Qiu Bamian's tiger's mouth. The line couldn't be said to be missing, but the whole hand turned purple and black so that the line couldn't be seen clearly.

Qiu Bamian's pulse was very weak and intermittent, his limbs had already started to swell, and it was going to be hot and cold from time to time, and it was about to die.

Shi Fang stood up abruptly and said to the old woman, "Have someone prepare a sedan chair and a horse, and change this kid into clean clothes. Let's go to Qingniu Mountain and find someone. Maybe he can delay the time."

After hearing this, the old lady immediately called the housekeeper to prepare the horse and sedan chair, and asked someone to bring the clothes, and also called a waiter to wipe Qiu Bamian's body and change clothes together.

With Shifang watching, Qiu Bamian was no longer as difficult to deal with as he said before, but his whole body was stiff and he couldn't dress well.

Finally got Qiu Bamian onto the sedan chair, and Shifang asked someone to get seven or eight iron chains to tie Qiu Bamian into a cocoon, and pasted a few spells on it, and then let the people in the company lead him to the cocoon. With the fishing nets, swords and guns, he rushed towards Qingniu Mountain alone at full speed.

The old lady led the man to press Qiu Bamian in the sedan chair, and followed behind.

Shi Fang first went up the mountain to the Taoist temple, kicked open the door of the Taoist temple, saw the white-bearded old man inside and shouted: "My surname is Wu, come out!"

Hearing this voice, the white-bearded old man shook his beard a few times, stood up and shouted with a red face, "You weird thing is still alive!"

Shi Fang stepped forward quickly and was about to rush towards the old man with white beard.

But a little Taoist boy ran out beside him, looked at the old man with white beard and shouted, "Master! Something happened to senior brother!" He quickly ran towards the old man with white beard.

The white-bearded old man immediately grabbed the little boy, guarding him behind him, watching ten directions vigilantly.

Shi Fang looked at the little Taoist boy, and said with a gleam of light in his eyes: "My surname is Wu, why don't I let you, my little apprentice, tell me what happened?"

"I'll take care of the affairs of my family. I don't need you, a weirdo, to meddle in my own business!" White Beard still firmly protected the little Taoist priest from opening his mouth.

The little Taoist poked his head out and glanced at Shifang, and said with surprise: "Aren't you the rabbit who sells coffins by the city and eats rice?"

Shi Fang was taken aback, and murmured to himself in a low voice with some frustration: "When did I become a freelancer again?" Then he raised his head and bared his teeth: "Little Taoist, don't talk nonsense!"

The little Taoist also muttered in a low voice: "It's not what I said, that's what all the ladies on the street say."

Shifang pursed his lips, and silently turned his head away.

After hearing this, the white-bearded old man stomped his feet and looked at Shi Fang's face and shouted angrily: "Okay! So you sold that coffin to the Zhang family! I will do justice for the heavens and kill you!" When the wooden sword in the hand is about to rush towards the ten directions.

Shi Fang immediately turned around and uprooted the stone statue in front of the door. He said to the white-bearded old man in the room, "You couldn't beat me when you were young, but now you're old and I'm still young and you still can't beat me!"

The white-bearded old man watched Shifang place the stone statue in the courtyard, his feet were so weak that he almost fell to the ground and asked, "What do you want to do?"

Shi Fang thought to himself that he had some skills anyway, and now that he has frightened the old and the young in this Taoist temple, he will try to erase the reputation of eating rice later and get a way to save Qiu Bamian. It is done.Akimbo said triumphantly, "I'm here to ask you for help."

Hearing this, the old man with white beard turned dark and handed the wooden sword to his little apprentice without even thinking about it. He turned around and raised his head: "No help!"