Fifty years later, people are still the same people and the dishes are the same, but they are old, and their vows are like a sharp knife. Whenever they think of them, they will expose their hearts and souls.

Du Bo picked up the chopsticks and put them in his mouth to taste it. The taste was still the same, and it had not changed at all. He hadn't eaten such a delicious braised fish head in fifty years.

"Is it delicious? Compared to the past?" Feng Jiugu's voice was right opposite him.

"Well, yes, it's the same smell as fifty years ago." Duber said lightly.

Hula... Feng Jiugu poured him a glass of wine and handed it to him. It was pitch black in front of him. When Du Bo took the wine from her, he accidentally touched her hand. At that moment, it seemed like it was the kind of reignited fifty years ago. He trembled and then quickly retracted his hand.

"Nine Gu, Miss Chu's affairs..." He went straight to the point.

"No hurry, we haven't had dinner together for fifty years. Come on, I'll toast you." Feng Jiugu sipped the wine in the glass.

Duber sat there with a glass of wine for a long time without daring to move.

"What? Are you afraid of me? Are you afraid of me poisoning in the wine? Haha..."

"How could it be? I owe you. I didn't plan to go back today. Even if you want my life, I will give it to you!" After that, he drank it all.

"How many sons do you have? Have you all held a grandson?" Feng Jiugu poured him another glass of wine.

"Yes, after returning from Henan, my family had already booked a marriage for me. Jiu Gu, I'm sorry for you. If you have anything, tell me, don't make things difficult for others. Miss Chu is not an ordinary person. He is a friend of one of my friends. Please let her go." Things are far from that simple. This knot in Feng Jiu Gu's heart has laid the root of disaster, and it has been breeding for more than fifty years. A woman, the little sisters around her eyes get married and have children one by one, and finally carry a happy life with a grandson. What will it feel like in the past fifty years? So since Du Bo has the courage to come today, he has no plan to go back alive.

"Why can't I understand what you said?" Feng Jiugu thorned a match, then lit the altar opposite the small square table. The two candles immediately lit up blood-red candlelight. The candlelight swallowed, making Feng Jiugu's old face look even older.

"Hiss..." Du Bo Feng Jiugu's complexion slammed his mouth.

Jiu Gu's face was pale. The whiteness was not the kind of blood-free way we describe a dead person, but it felt like a piece of flesh was soaked in water for a long time. Although the skin was delicate, it was not elastic.

Jiugu’s hair bun is also very special, not as casual as other ordinary old ladies, but curled her hair on top and tied it into a wave of dragon patterns.

"Jiu Gu...you...have you signed a blood contract with the Black Dragon King?" Du Bo's hair bun was tied with a gray-brown rubber band. The rubber band was generally accustomed to people, but Du Bo recognized it. It was called dragon tendons. Of course, it could not have been made by Feng Jiu Gu who drew the Black Dragon King's tendons. This is a kind of fish spine bone. The fish bone is very flexible and the older you get, the more willful it is. The fish is called "Dragon Media". It is a small thing that looks very similar to eels in the sea water, but it has horns on its head and claws on its belly, like a small dragon.

Generally, few people recognize dragon media. Anyone who uses dragon media's spine to his head is a person who has signed a blood contract with the Black Dragon King. That is a true belief and can sacrifice his soul and all of his soul to the gods. Generally speaking, those who sign a blood contract with their own gods are basically not a serious belief, but are basically evil gods.

The Du family believes in the Iron-Headed Dragon King in the Yellow River. If we trace it back, it will have a history of hundreds of years. However, after so many years, no one of the Du family has signed a blood contract with the Iron-Headed Dragon King, so the Iron-Headed Dragon King has not fundamentally helped them.

"Your eyesight is getting more and more poisonous. Yes, after you leave, I will sign a blood contract with the Black Dragon King." Feng Jiugu turned his back to Du Bo, filled the black dragon evil statue on the altar with wine, then picked up a sharp knife from the table, and cut a small mouth on his calloused hand, and blood began to tick out of the hole.

"Stop!" Du Bo grabbed her. He knew what she was going to do next. She wanted to drip her blood into the wine glass, then offer a glass of wine to the Black Dragon King, and drink another glass of wine by himself.

Feng Jiugu did not struggle, and turned to Du Bo, his eyes full of disdain and mockery.

"If you stopped me fifty years ago, maybe I wouldn't have time, maybe I wouldn't have ended up like this. Now, can you stop me? Hum... The surname of Du, don't pretend to be a good person in front of me. You and I are not a teenager. The blood contract has been signed long ago. I am the woman of the Black Dragon King, and you can't stop it." She said coldly.

Du Bo said speechlessly and weakly retracted his hand. Tick... Tick... drops of blood dripped into the wine cup...

Boom... Another lightning flashed outside the house, shaking the hut through the window. With the flash of thunder, Du Bo's house was full of dried fish hanging from the walls of the demon fish. No wonder he found that the smell inside the house was so strong after entering the house.

"Where did you catch so many demon fish?" he asked.

"It was given to me by the Black Dragon King, and it was all left for you. Are you satisfied?" She drank all the blood wine. The small hole in her hand no longer bleeds. Humans are higher animals, so the human body is constantly evolving. For example, if one part of your body is often injured, and the body constantly repairs the wounds here every day, it is already accustomed to this process, and it will evolve to varying degrees in the self-healing function of a certain part.

For fifty years, I would scratch my fingers every day, causing Feng Jiugu's finger to be covered with scars, but it was also very fast to repair the wound, and the blood stopped after so long.

"Come on, eat more, maybe this is your last meal." Feng Jiugu served another piece of fish in Du Bo's bowl.

"Haha... No wonder this fish head meat is so fragrant. I guess what you made for me is also the devil fish meat?" Du Bo smiled, but still ate it.

"Since you have known for a long time, why dare you to eat?"

"Because you did it for me, I can't refuse. Now you should be satisfied? Today I am going to pay off all the debts I owed fifty years ago."
Chapter completed!