Can you give me the broken impermanence?

"Here comes the kidnapping, young master."

Several thugs threw the person who was carrying him to the ground.

Song Qingming fell to the ground with a loud 'dong', half of his body was numb from the fall, and then someone tore off the sack covering his head.

There were seven thugs standing in the room, and there was a man with a big shoulder and a round waist sitting directly in front of him. Beside the man was a dark and thin servant who squeezed his shoulders and beat his back.

Song Qingming frowned and looked over, and immediately recognized the arrogant man with his legs crossed, the one who was kicked away by Xie Yu yesterday.

Did this person tie him up to settle yesterday's score?

Song Qingming looked around defensively and asked, "What are you going to do?"

The servant who pinched his shoulders and back stopped, and said contemptuously to Song Qingming: "This is the young owner of Laiyun Gambling Workshop, Master Cheng Zihe Cheng!"

When the servant was speaking, Cheng Zihe had already leaned forward and looked at Song Qingming carefully. Being looked at like this, Song Qingming was a little annoyed, and his brows frowned more and more tightly.

After a while, Cheng Zihe slapped his thigh and said, "I'm very satisfied with you, so stay with me and do things in the future."

Song Qingming was taken aback: "What?"

Cheng Zihe: "Kick the ugly things around you to me, and you will follow me from now on. I can give you whatever gold, silver and jewelry you want."

Song Qingming:? ? ?

He pondered over these words for a long time before he figured out a clue.

Could it be Xie Yu who Cheng Zihe said was ugly?

Song Qingming's anger could not be suppressed immediately, he stood up and shouted: "Who are you calling ugly?! You don't even look in the mirror to see what you look like, you are not even as good as Xie Yu's toes!"

"You!" Cheng Zihe slapped the table, and was about to get angry, but seemed to think of something, put away his anger, curled his lips and said: "You are from the country, right? I don't have much sense, I don't want to be angry with you... What's your name?"

Seeing Cheng Zihe arching his chin and talking to him, Song Qingming felt the urge to punch him, but because there were seven tall thugs standing beside him, he could only hold back his anger, but he was unwilling to answer Cheng Zihe's words .

He turned around and prepared to leave: "Let me go, if Xie Yu finds out that I'm missing, you're all dead!"

Cheng Zihe slapped his thigh and laughed: "That guy is called Xie Yu? If he really finds him, it's not sure who will die. Let my helpers show you something!"

As soon as his words fell, seven thugs stood in a row, blocking Song Qingming's way, thinking that these people were going to beat him, Song Qingming shrank back, who knew that those people faced each other two by two, and beat each other first stand up.

He looked at the group of thugs speechlessly, and turned around to look at Cheng Zihe for a while.

This young master's brain is not working well, and the people under him are even worse.

Cheng Zihe looked rather complacent: "How is it? Not better than that Yu Yu?"

"It's Xie Yu!" Song Qingming emphasized again, then folded his arms around his chest, raised his chin and said, "The last time Xie Yu hit someone with his little finger, guess what happened to that person?"

Cheng Zihe listened, a little shocked: "The little finger hit someone? Could it be... dead?!"

Song Qingming waved his hand: "How could he be dead, that person is living a very good life now..."

Everyone in the room gave a 'cut' sound, wondering what this was.

Song Qingming continued: "That person can lie in bed for the rest of his life and be fed every meal. Don't you think it's very good?"

Cheng Zihe's face froze immediately, and thinking back to the way Xie Yu kicked the horse away yesterday, he didn't think Song Qingming's words were false.

Seeing the people around become quiet, Song Qingming was secretly proud, thinking that he probably used the biggest cowhide that he had blown in his life on Xie Yu.

Cheng Zihe gritted his teeth, and said forcefully: "So what, I have to get whoever I want. If you obediently obey my advice and stay, your little gentleman can suffer less."

Song Qingming replied coldly: "You talk a lot of nonsense, why don't you go to your father's grave and talk about it?"

Cheng Zihe was stunned, tilted his head and asked Qiu Wu beside him, "What do you mean? How did it come to my father?"

Qiu Wu quickly explained: "Master, what he means is that your father... the master is dead."

Cheng Zihe stared.

Song Qingming thought that after hearing this, Cheng Zihe would be furious, who would have thought that this guy just stared, and then slapped his legs and laughed loudly after a while: "It's okay! My father is lying next door, and he is about to kick his legs west !"

Song Qingming: …

This is really a big dutiful son!

Song Qingming really didn't want to waste time on this fool, and said: "Although I don't know why you insist on keeping me, I can tell you very clearly that I won't stay even if I die!" He said firmly.

Cheng Zihe snorted coldly: "Why do you like that thank you so much? Even gold and silver can't keep you?"

"It's Xie Yu!" Song Qingming emphasized it loudly again, and then realized what Cheng Zihe said, his face burned suddenly: "I didn't like him! I was doing it for myself, so I had to leave!"

Cheng Zihe exploded with him: "You still say you don't like it?! Why are you blushing? I have ten pairs of eyes looking at you, and you still lie?"

Song Qingming refused: "It's useless to look at it with a hundred pairs of eyes, if you don't like it, you don't like it!"

Cheng Zihe: "You like it!"

Song Qingming: "I don't like it!"

Cheng Zihe: "You just like it!"

Song Qingming: "I am..."

In the middle of speaking, Song Qingming suddenly stopped.

Seeing that he was no longer sophistrying, Cheng Zihe thought he had won, and stood up happily by slapping the table: "Did you admit it? You just like him!"

Song Qingming ignored these words, walked up to Cheng Zihe in a few steps, grabbed his collar with both hands, and asked in a low voice, "How many eyes did you mention just now?"

Cheng Zihe was taken aback by his sudden gloom, and after a while he replied in a daze, "Ten pairs of eyes."

Song Qingming: "Ten pairs of eyes? Including me?"

Cheng Zihe shook his head: "Can you see yourself with your own eyes? Of course it means that we have dozens of pairs of eyes looking at you!"

After hearing what he said, Song Qingming's face became gloomy again, and he lowered his voice: "Let me ask you, ten pairs of eyes and ten people, including me, how many people are there?"

Cheng Zihe was even more puzzled: "Eleven? Do you think I'm stupid? Such a simple question..."

Song Qingming thought he was a fool: "Let me ask you, how many thugs do you have?"

Cheng Zihe: "Seven."

Song Qingming: "How many servants?"

Cheng Zihe: "One."

Song Qingming: "Including you and me, how many people are there in this room?"

Cheng Zihe counted with his fingers: "You, me, Qiu Wu, plus seven thugs, ten people!"

Song Qingming: "But you just said that there were eleven people, so who is the extra person?"

"Yes……"

Only then did his mind turn around, and Cheng Zihe froze immediately.

The two turned their heads stiffly, looked at the thugs standing on the other side, and counted in unison. "one two three……"

After counting to the last eight, the two turned their backs to the thugs. Cheng Zihe was fighting with his teeth and asked in a low voice, "Why, why is there an extra person?"

Song Qingming: "I still want to ask you!"

Cheng Zihe thought for a while, then slapped his head for the last time: "Maybe we made a mistake, I want to count again!"

As he said to count again, Cheng Zihe didn't dare to turn his head, but bent down and lifted the hem of his clothes, and looked back from between his legs: "One, two, three... seven, ha! I said I counted wrong Well, there are seven pairs of feet in total, that is, seven people!"

Just as he was about to straighten up, he saw a figure bent down suddenly, tilting his head behind the feet of the seven people and looking at him, his pale face was grinning sinisterly.

"Yes, there is a ghost!!" He screamed and straightened up.

It was good for him to shout, and the room suddenly became chaotic.

The two doors that were originally wide open were suddenly closed with a 'bang', and one of the thugs suddenly raised his head. He looked stupid at first, but turned ferocious and cold in a blink of an eye, and then threw himself on the thug next to him and bit him hard!

The bitten thug cried out in pain, kicked the man away, and then ran away in fear.

One escaped, and the thug who was caught by the ghost turned his head and glared at Cheng Zihe, and rushed towards him directly.

Everyone in the room was panicked, and no one thought of protecting their young master for a while.

Cheng Zihe looked at the panic-stricken thugs in fear. No one was protecting him, so he sought refuge by himself, and pulled Song Qingming beside him to him: "Help! Help me!"

Song Qingming was held tightly by Cheng Zihe, and he really wanted to scold his mother, but the ghost had already jumped in front of him, and he had no time to scold him.

"Seize the soul and lock the soul, the filth of the corpse will be gone!"

After he shouted in a cold voice, the treasure book in his arms flew out, and a golden light slashed straight at the person who was caught by the ghost.

After being struck by the golden light, the man let out a scream, then lay down on the ground and passed out.

Cheng Zihe looked at Song Qingming adoringly: "You are amazing!"

"Shut up!" Song Qingming said coldly, scanning the room calmly.

The tome was still hanging in the air, and the pages shook towards Song Qingming.

The ghost was still in the house and didn't leave. Song Qingming knew that the tricks he knew could only defend himself, but could not destroy the evil spirit at all.

If Xie Yu was in...

After a while, Song Qingming shook his head.

Xie Yu is not here, he always finds a way to protect himself!

Song Qingming scanned the room seriously, and said in a deep voice to Cheng Zihe who was hiding behind him: "Listen, that thing is still in the room, don't let your guard down."

Cheng Zihe nodded repeatedly.

The people in the house looked at me and you, all holding their breaths and their expressions were tense. After a long time, the thug who had just been bitten twisted his neck creakingly: "I didn't expect that I met a meeting Something."

The thug's voice had become hoarse and harsh, as unpleasant as sawing and pulling wood.

Song Qingming looked at the man, sweat dripping from his forehead.

Think of a way, if you can't beat it, you have to drive this thing away!

When he was thinking hard, the closed window was suddenly knocked open, and a man in Taoist robes jumped in, with delicate eyes, holding a sword that broke the sun tightly in his hand, staring at the person in the house who was caught by a ghost, and hurriedly said: "In Xia Sichen, when I passed by here, I saw a lot of resentment, so I came here to catch the evil spirits."

After finishing speaking, the man threw out a few charms from his arms, swung the sword in his hand, and the charms flew to the face of the ghost's upper body along with the tip of the sword.

Song Qingming showed joy, although he didn't know who this person was, but he seemed to know something, and now he could be saved!

Soon, his smile sank again.

Si Chen muttered words for a while, but there was no reaction to the spell.

Finally, the ghost pulled the talisman off his head and said with a sneer, "What kind of shit."

Si Chen's face was a little ugly: "This... did I draw the wrong talisman again?"

Song Qingming almost fainted from the anger, why did this person jump into the fire pit without being sure? !

Seeing that everyone in the house was trash, the ghost became arrogant again, and said sharply: "Cheng Zihe, your family opened a gambling shop and caused my wife and children to be separated, live on the street, and finally freeze to death. I will make your family's revenge Pay with your life!"

After speaking, he rushed towards Cheng Zihe.

Cheng Zihe still clung to Song Qingming tightly and wouldn't let him go. Even if Song Qingming wanted to be unkind, he couldn't leave this person behind. When he was about to use the treasure book again, the Taoist priest called Si Chen suddenly stood in front of him with a sword in his hand. Pointing at the ghost's brow.

As soon as he pointed, the ghost raised his hand and broke Si Chen's sword.

Seeing the sword broke in two, Si Chen's expression became even uglier, and he muttered: "I said this broken sword is useless, Master is trying to kill me!"

At the time Si Chen was talking about, the ghost had already pounced on him.

Song Qingming's heart skipped a beat, thinking it was over.

Unexpectedly, the jade pendant worn by Si Chen's waist suddenly shone and blocked the ghost. Although it looked weak, it finally bought Song Qingming some time.

The tome was brightly lit, and Song Qingming yelled the incantation again in a cold voice.

A ray of light flew out, and directly knocked the person who was upper bodyed by the ghost out of the house. The person was lying on the ground without moving, but there was a cloud of black mist hovering in the air, howling in a sinister voice.

"Everyone in the Cheng family must die. With this power, none of you can escape!"

Song Qingming staggered to the door, looked at the black grievances in the air, and felt a fishy sweetness welling up from his chest. This feeling was very familiar. The last time he used the book to deal with Qin Jing, he was like this, and finally fainted past.

Song Qingming looked at the treasure book hanging in the air: "My life is almost ruined by you, so you have no other way to clean up this thing in one go?"

Baodian patted the pages of the book vigorously, looking more excited than usual, Song Qingming didn't know why it was so excited, the next moment his body suddenly became lighter, and he slowly floated up.

Finally, he stopped in front of the Book of Black Candles, watching the pages of the book turn quickly, and finally stopped suddenly on a certain page, emitting a sharp white light.

The self-light was dazzling, and set off a stormy sea in his chaotic mind.

He felt a sense of familiarity with those images.

In the book, there are things that belong to him.

He stretched his hand into the white light and touched something cold. After a while, he held it tightly and pulled it out forcefully.

A golden rapier slowly emerged from the book.

"I'm going to the world for a walk."

"Every time he went to the world for me, now it's my turn to go for him..."

A voice sounded in Song Qingming's mind. At first he subconsciously thought it was Xie Yu's voice, but soon he realized that it was not Xie Yu.

It was his own voice.

Seeing that the sword had been drawn half way, a hand suddenly stretched out from behind him, with the palm pressed on the top of the hilt, and forcefully pushed it back into the book.

"No, you can't use it."

Hearing the sound, Song Qingming turned his head to meet Xie Yu's worried expression.

Seeing Xie Yu, he felt relieved for some reason.

Song Qingming: "Xie Yu, I'm so tired..."

As soon as the words fell, his body lost all strength and fell backwards into Xie Yu's arms.

Xie Yu hugged him, and said softly: "Sleep, I will take care of the rest."

Amidst the howling wind, the black mist grew bigger and bigger, Xie Yu looked coldly at the ghost not far away.

In the center of the fog there was a stern laughter.

Xie Yu looked at the black mist and said, "I'm going to send Qingming back to rest now, let's end it soon."

Li Gui smiled and said: "You really underestimate me."

"I didn't underestimate you." As he said that, a blue flame ignited in Xie Yu's hand: "I didn't take you seriously."

Like a shooting star, the flame flew from his palm towards the ghost, surrounded it again, and turned into a raging fire in a blink of an eye.

Li Gui tried to put out the fire with resentment, but the more he tried to fight the flames, the more it burned. Li Gui roared unwillingly: "I won't let you go!!"

Xie Yu's eyes were filled with coldness, watching Li Gui being swallowed by the blue flames until it was wiped out, he murmured in a deep voice: "You can, don't let me go."

When the flame subsided, Xie Yu looked down at a group of stunned people below.

He looked at Cheng Zihe with dark eyes: "If you come to rob me again, even if you suffer from the pain of gut piercing, I will let you die."

After finishing speaking, he hugged Song Qingming who was deeply asleep and left.

Behind the Cheng family mansion, the eyes of the man in black robe followed Xie Yu who flew out from the Cheng family.

"It's amazing how powerful an impermanent can be."

Behind the black robe was the shopkeeper of Laifu Inn in Su Town: "Isn't the master's precious thing still on him? Do you want to find a way to get rid of him and get it back?"

"No, in order to find me, he will definitely keep that thing away, and when I find the time, I will naturally return mine, and..." The corners of the black robe's lips slowly curled into a cold arc: "Although the purpose is different, but their purpose is different. It seems to be the same thing that I have to do, and maybe he will help me."

In the night, a headless man stumbled into a deserted alley, and finally bent down among a pile of discarded waste, found the head and put it back on his neck.

Shen Lou moved his neck and shoulders, and began to curse again: "Fucking Xie Yu! Young Master, I will definitely take you back to the underworld before others, and it will be a great achievement!"

After speaking, he took out a compass-shaped thing from his pocket, turned the pointer on it a few times, and an invisible net quickly spread out, covering a radius of a hundred miles.

Shen Lou smiled triumphantly.

"I'll see how you escape from the net!"