The Farming Life of the God of Time Traveling

"You all say that, should I continue or not? How can I continue, and how can I not continue? In fact, this little brother, I found out when you first came here. You are a person with great merit. You should see it most clearly, really. I did it?"

Song Qishu looked troubled and began to think about her words.

Logically, why did Mrs. Feng have an accident, because of Mr. Feng, why did Mr. Feng kill his wife, because of... Li Peipei?

No, Li Peipei was just a fuse. She magnified Master Feng's bad nature, so that he could do what he wanted to do with peace of mind. After all, in the eyes of outsiders, he was bewitched and instigated by a witch.

Coupled with the hexagram he calculated, he knew that the blood curse had been cast on this family long ago. It was like a sharp sword hanging, watching the rise and fall of this family calmly and coldly, waiting for someone For a moment, he followed the trend, tore open their flesh, and sacrificed the sword with blood.

Li Peipei started to laugh. I don't know if she got what she wanted, or if she had seen through the fate of this family. Before the people next to her could stop her, she ran wildly and bumped into a pillar beside her. Blood flowed from her forehead and she fell straight down. go down.

A servant who was the closest to her was also the one who was the most frightened. Seeing this woman collapse in front of him in an instant, he was so frightened that he almost lost control of himself.

"Quickly see if she's dead!" Mrs. Feng hurriedly ordered him forward.

She has a lot of prestige, usually no one dares to disobey her, so the servant wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and stepped forward to probe.

The warm breath has long since disappeared, and now there are big eyes open, and the cold breath spreads over the corpse.

She is dead.

As if knowing that the last blood of the Li family had disappeared, a thunder flashed, illuminating the sky and everyone's different expressions.

The rain fell in a patter.

"She's dead."

The servant's teeth were chattering, but he still reported the situation.

"Dead." Mrs. Feng had a strange look on her face, neither as if she was happy about her death, nor did she seem to feel pity for her. The tone of the statement made everyone present chill.

What is this old lady?Weird.

Song Qishu stepped forward to close her eyes, but those eyes just stared blankly at the rain outside, unwilling to close at all, as if there was some unfulfilled wish.

He sighed, and instead of closing his eyes for her, he turned to Old Madam Feng and said, "Old Madam, she is dead."

If Mrs. Feng was stunned when Jia Ding said it, then when she heard Song Qishu repeat it with her own ears, Mrs. Feng stepped back in fright, hugged her grandson Shen Jun, and did not look at the other party. A child, buried his head behind his back.

Feng Jun had long been frightened by a series of things, and Mrs. Feng was like this again, so he could only turn his attention to Song Qishu.

"Young Master Song?" The childish voice still implored.

Song Qishu glanced at the unchanged hexagram in his hand, then at the gradually increasing rain outside, and suddenly understood.

Scratching his head in distress, he asked the person next to him.

"Do you have an umbrella? I must be drowned if I go out like this."

The man saw that the young man asked himself, and nodded, how could there be no umbrella in this huge mansion, he ran to get an umbrella.

Holding the umbrella in his hand, he was not in a hurry to open it. Instead, he took out the book and flipped through it. Everyone quietly read Song Qishu's book, and after only a moment, he turned his head from the book that old man Li gave him. He raised his eyes from the book, and cast his final gaze on Shen Jun who was still a child.

He frowned and said, "Master, what are your plans?"

Feng Jun is precocious, and has experienced so many things, even though his mind is complicated, he still persists.

"To tell the truth, my lord, when I was born, a Taoist priest once came to beg for a bowl of rice porridge. He said that the last hope of our family was on me, and hoped that I would be cautious in my words and deeds, but I still didn't understand what he said later. , now I understand."

"What does that man look like, and what did he say?" Song Qishu became interested in this Taoist priest.

Feng Jun recalled, "My mother said he was a white-bearded man with a fairy spirit, but I don't know why such a person would come to my house to beg for rice porridge.

Then he hesitated.

"He said... let us demolish Feng's mansion, move to our hometown, and find a village there to settle down."

"Where is that place?" Song Qishu had a bad feeling.

Feng Jun frowned, "This... listen to father... The master said before that our Feng family originally came from a small county, which is not worth mentioning."

Song Qishu patted his forehead, hehe, it was all right.

"Just listen to him. This is probably the last chance. You killed the last bloodlines of those underground vengeful spirits. They are afraid that they will seek your life. Going to the place where the ancestors sheltered may bring back a little life."

Although he never trusted his intuition, he unexpectedly felt that the Taoist priest was old man Li. This proverb was good, but the family didn't follow it.

Li Peipei searched alone back then, and finally wandered here and met Master Feng, but if they had listened to the Taoist priest and returned to their homeland, there would naturally be no such thing as Master Feng meeting Li Peipei, no matter how dirty Master Feng was. If you have the courage to implement it, there will be no such things.

But such is fate.

Master Feng's treachery back then was the "cause", and now the Feng family's withering is the "effect".

He glanced at Feng Jun, this "fruit" is still going on, whether this single seedling can survive depends on whether they continue to ignore the words this time.

With a wave of his hand, he held up the umbrella, regardless of Mrs. Feng's persuasion after waking up, and strode away from there.

He sensed the time had come.

Time to go back.

The pouring rain was getting heavier and heavier, and he stood in the rain. The rain gradually wet his clothes and boots, and he shook the water. Don't blame him for pretending. There is really no way, and he doesn't want to get caught in the rain Ah, a cold can't run away.

The rain gradually became unbelievably heavy. The umbrella was like a fragile boat in the misty rain, carrying Song Qishu's restless heart. The ancient umbrellas were not made of steel like the materials used in modern times. Durable and sturdy material, just a layer of oiled paper, and he still feels that the quality of this umbrella is really good if it can last until now!

Covering the clothes on his body tightly, trying not to let the rainwater coming from the wind pour into the clothes, he wiped his face in misery, this cheap master is just unreliable, he instructed him to wait, but in the end he let him One person struggled like a lunatic in the rain, in fact, he wanted revenge on purpose, right?Otherwise, how could he bear to treat his apprentice like this.

Somebody seemed to have heard his thoughts, and a road appeared out of thin air from the overwhelming rain. He was squinted by the rain, and he was holding the handle of the umbrella with white fingers, trying to see clearly the road over there. What happened to the movement, but unfortunately the rain was too heavy, blocking his vision.

"If you don't let me go, I'll get angry!" Song Qishu gritted his teeth and stared at the unknown place.

The person in the dark was also choked, angrily making the rain near him the smallest.

Heaved a sigh of relief, secretly thinking that this master is really unreliable, he took the opportunity to run over, saw the strange road around, and stepped in.

White light covered his whole body, gradually submerging the corners of his clothes.