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Feng Qisong's remorse did not affect Feng Wobai.

In the middle of the night, a military truck drove up the deserted street with coarse sacks piled up like a hill.

The car broke down halfway, and the driver jumped down cursing, not noticing that a sack rolled down to the side of the road under the weeds.

"Fuck, it's really cold." The driver got under the chassis of the car and said to himself, "I can't fix the car tonight, I'm going to freeze to death on the way."

Counting to nine in the middle of winter, can you not freeze to death?

The rolled sack shivered in fear of the cold, and after the truck rumbled away, first he broke free from a blue-gray hand, connected to the sleeves of the suit whose original color had long been lost, and then the disgraced third son Feng.

Feng Wobai was still holding the duck bone that had been gnawed clean, and tremblingly climbed up the slope, the mud mixed with ice sluggishly rolled down with his movements, hitting Feng Laosan's face , To wake him up from his madness.

"Bai Hemian..." Feng Wobai showed his sharp teeth like a hungry wolf, "You are not kind, so don't blame me for being unrighteous!"

Feng Laosan stood up, threw away the duck bones he was clutching all the way in disgust, looked around, and when he saw the Chen family's old house, he sneered: "There is no unparalleled road!"

He felt that he was lucky to fall off the truck, and even more lucky to be next to the Chen family, but he didn't know that everything was arranged by Feng Qisong.

The Chen family's old house was dormant quietly on a vast piece of land, and Feng Wobai felt hot when he left, thinking that his future self would be like Chen Beidou, with wives and concubines in groups, spending money like water.

Excitedly, he quickened his pace, but he didn't want to, four or five domestic dogs jumped out of the darkness, barking and pounced on them.

"Help...help!" Feng Wobai lost his mind and ran forward, running for two miles before seeing a flickering light.

He hurriedly shouted loudly: "Help me...help me!"

The person holding the lamp was unmoved, and when Feng Wobai approached, he asked slowly, "Who are you?"

In normal times, if someone neglected him like this, Feng Wobai would have gotten angry long ago, but now that he is chasing four or five wolfhounds behind him, how can he be angry?

Feng Laosan replied loudly: "I am Feng Wobai, the third master of the Feng family, quickly ask Deputy Commander Chen to come see me!"

After hearing his words, the man came to his senses belatedly. First he raised the lamp high, then whistled to drive away the dog, and finally approached courteously: "It turned out to be the third master. Welcome!"

Feng Wobai patted his heart with lingering fear, he didn't notice that the other party sent the dog away with a whistle, obviously coming prepared.

He said in a fluttering voice, "You know it's me, why don't you report it quickly?"

A trace of disdain flashed in the servant's eyes, but the compliments in his mouth didn't stop: "Hey, third master, don't you check what time it is... Are you tired? I'll take you to rest and find some more The girl is taking care of the bath. In this way, wouldn’t it be better for you to meet our master comfortably during the day tomorrow?”

Feng Wobai pretended to think about it for a while, but in fact he was already elated: "It's not impossible, but you have to make arrangements, otherwise my cooperation with your master will be ruined!"

The servant nodded and said yes, and sent Feng Wobai to the guest room.

"Go find some girls and send them to the third master's house." The servant didn't stay in the room for too long. After he came out, he walked out of the deserted yard and casually ordered the guard on duty at night, "Don't neglect, what's the matter?" If you are dissatisfied, wait until our master takes down the Feng family."

"Do you still think you are the third master of the Feng family?" After arranging everything, the man clasped his hands and snorted coldly with disdain, "The Feng family now belongs to Young Master Bai, you are not visiting our Chen residence, you are just eating and drinking ah!"

Feng Wobai, who was eating and drinking, felt at ease, he walked around the guest room twice, thinking critically: there are too few stoves in this room, it might as well be better than Feng's.

Thinking of the Feng family, he naturally thought of Feng Qingzhu and Feng Qisong.

A severe cold hit, Feng Wobai didn't care about the low number of stoves, he jumped onto the bed, huddled under the quilt, shivering.

Feng Qisong's face appeared in his chaotic memory, and he seemed to see his second brother's eyes again.

"No... no!" Feng Wobai yelled in vain, "When a person dies like a lamp goes out, how can he come back to life?"

Feng Laosan said to himself: "I'm crazy to think that my second brother is still alive... It's all Bai Hemian's fault! The second brother left the Feng family to him, it must be him! Shut up in a confinement room...it must be him!"

In the dark night, Feng Wobai's last trace of fondness for Young Master Bai also disappeared, only resentment remained.

So the next day, when he saw Chen Beidou, he opened his mouth and said, "I promise you that I will give you one-third of the Feng family property and Bai Hemian, but you have to promise me that you will get the young master of the Bai family." From now on, let him live like death!"

At this time, Chen Beidou was sitting cheerfully, with a pot of dwarf pine bonsai on his left, and the smiling Maitreya Buddha sent by Bai Hemian to his right.

Chen Beidou played with a string of Buddhist beads and asked, "Why?"

"What else is there to do?" Feng Wobai had already changed into a clean suit, and with a sullen face he urged the servants beside him to add charcoal to the hand stove, "He robbed my property, so naturally I will make it difficult for him. "

Chen Beidou smiled.

Feng Laosan said: "Deputy Commander Chen, if you don't agree, all cooperation between us will be void."

"...Don't forget, I am the third master of the Feng family. If I don't nod, the property of the Feng family will never be in your hands."

"That's true." Chen Beidou finally raised his head, and a cold light flashed in his long and narrow eyes, "Third brother, sit down quickly, let's have a good talk."

In fact, Chen Beidou didn't care about Feng Laosan's threat.To put it bluntly, Feng Wobai is a useless person with no property in his hands and no brains. Even if Chen Beidou kills him now, no one will bother.

If he hadn't found a pair of gold-rimmed glasses in the bathroom of the western building, Chen Beidou would not have allowed Feng Laosan to live to this day.

Thinking of this, Chen Beidou showed a meaningful smile: "Third brother, where have you been playing recently?"

Feng Wobai's expression froze slightly, he didn't want to tell the truth.

Being locked in a confinement room, where is the glory?

He said vaguely: "Go out and shake."

Feng Wobai didn't see the sneer in Chen Beidou's chaotic eyes, he thought he was cheating: "In this weather, people will freeze to death wherever they go!"

"Isn't it?" Chen Beidou waved his hand, motioning for his servants to push the stove to Feng Wobai's feet, and then asked, "Third brother, your second brother...I mean Second Master Feng, how long has it been since he was buried?"

Feng Wobai's expression changed drastically.

"I have no other meaning." Chen Beidou patted Feng Laosan on the shoulder, smiling very gently, like an elder who cares about his younger generation, then took out the newspaper and handed it over, "Did you see? I'm going to Pay homage to Second Lord Feng."

Feng Wobai was thrown into the confinement room, where did he read the newspaper?But he still nodded hypocritically: "I see, thank you, Deputy Commander Chen, for remembering my second brother."

"Where is it..." Chen Beidou sighed, "Your second brother is not easy. Feng Qingzhu died early. When he returned to China, the Feng family was in a mess. I still remember it! Back then your brother was about the same age as you are now, and he was ordered to go when he was in danger. Suppressing the bandits... What a pity, a pair of legs are so crippled."

Chen Beidou's words were touching, but his eyes were always on Feng Wobai, seeing him restless, he couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

What a complete scumbag.

"Third brother, I have an idea, and it can only be done if you take the lead." Chen Beidou paused, then took out a map from his pocket, "Look, this is the ancestral grave of the Feng family."

"What do you want to do?" Feng Wobai's heart skipped a beat, and he pressed the map vigilantly.

"Listen to me first." Chen Beidou pushed his hand away with a smile, "Third brother, we are now grasshoppers on the same rope, how could I harm you before I got the property of the Feng family? "

Feng Wobai doubtfully signaled Chen Beidou to continue.

"Look, this is the Feng family's ancestral grave, here..." Chen Beidou moved his finger away quickly, "This is a small hillside that was washed away by the torrent last time, just facing the Feng family's ancestral grave."

"Feng Shui is not good?" Feng Wobai understood.

"That's right, the flood has washed into the Dragon King Temple, can Feng Shui be good?" Chen Beidou withdrew his hand, and the old god muttered to the ground, "It's fine, if it frightens the souls of your elder brother and second brother..."

Before Chen Beidou finished speaking, Feng Wobai broke the tea bowl in his hand.

He stood up abruptly, sat down again with a pale face, and tremblingly grasped the new tea handed over by his servants: "My eldest brother and second brother..." He remembered the "illusion" he had seen.

It turned out that it was not an illusion, but a real soul!

For a moment, Feng Wobai wished he could bump his head to death in the Chen family, but if he died, he would really fall into the hands of his brothers.

"Relocate the grave, we must move the grave!" Feng Wobai swayed nervously, spun around the room a few times quickly, and then threw himself in front of Chen Beidou, his eyes were red, "I can't let my brothers lose their souls!" Uneasy."

"That's for sure." Chen Beidou hid his triumphant smile very well, "It's not too late, third brother, how about we pick an auspicious day?"

Feng Wobai wished he could move the Feng family's ancestral grave on the spot.

Chen Beidou was secretly amused, and teasingly took out the almanac, picked it up for a while, and then asked Feng Wobai: "Third brother, your second brother is fine, but your eldest brother's death..."

Chen Beidou was hinting at Feng Wobai.

His teeth chattered, and when he looked at Huang Li, it seemed that he was staring into Feng Qingzhu's eyes.

"Ah!" Feng Wobai threw Huang Li on the ground in front of Chen Beidou, "Don't look at me, don't look at me!"

"Third brother?" Chen Beidou put his hands in his hands, comforting perfunctorily, "People have been dead for so many years, what are you afraid of?"

"...Look at me, how many people have been killed, don't they still live well?"

Chen Beidou looked down on Feng Wobai, not because he murdered his brother, but because he was afraid of death.

In Chen Beidou's world, even his own son could be sacrificed, let alone a brother?

"Third brother, the most urgent thing is to determine the date of moving the grave." Chen Beidou pressed Feng Wobai into the chair, bent down to pick up the almanac, dusted off the dust, and spread it out in front of him again. They are urging you to suppress bandits."

"Suppress...suppress bandits..."

"Yes, suppress the bandits." Chen Beidou finally showed his fox tail, "If you don't move the Feng family's ancestral grave, I won't help you speak in front of the horse bandits... At that time, whether it is life or death, Feng Third Master, you just resign yourself to fate!"