When shopkeeper Zhou heard what Song Zihong said, he couldn't help but said: "This... this..."
"Let him come in, I've been waiting here for a long time!" Yuwen Zhouyuan said outside.
"Yes! Yes! I'm disturbing the young master's rest! Song Zihong, please go in." Shopkeeper Zhou said.
Song Zihong didn't say anything, knocked on the door and walked into Yuwen Zhouyuan's room.
"The villain Song Zihong came to ask Mr. Yuwen for my relatives who are closer than my biological father." Song Zihong saw Yuwen Zhouyuan sitting cross-legged on the bed and knelt down as he spoke.
"How did you find me? How do you know I can save people?" Yuwen Zhouyuan frowned.
"You asked me to come because of your true words." Song Zihong said truthfully.
"No wonder!" Yuwen Zhouyuan nodded.
After taking a look at Song Zihong, Yuwen Zhouyuan continued: "Tell me, what is it?"
"That's what happened..." Song Zihong learned the matter truthfully.
"That's it. No wonder Mr. Wuxu asked you to come to me. You've found the right one!" At this point, Yuwen Zhouyuan smiled slightly, patted the storage bag, took out the cinnabar and yellow paper, and thought about it for a moment.
His pen moved like flying, and he could draw three talismans in the blink of an eye.
"Haha, Crooked Eye Song Zihong, you go to visit the prison and give these three talismans to the young boy. Tell him to light this talisman if he encounters a more dangerous situation. In very dangerous situations, light this talisman, especially
Do you remember clearly how to light this talisman in a dangerous situation?" Yuwen Zhouyuan held the three talismans and solemnly said to Song Zihong with crooked eyes.
"When it's more dangerous, light this talisman. When it's very dangerous, light this talisman. When it's particularly dangerous, light this talisman. Okay, I've written it down!" Crooked-eyed Song Zihong prioritized the three talismans from top to bottom.
Fold it down, hold it in the palm of your hand, then turn around and run away.
Yuwen Zhouyuan looked at Song Zihong who was walking away, frowned slightly, then closed his eyes slightly and adjusted his breathing.
Despite his crooked eyes, Song Zihong was snobbish and shameless, but he was still very methodical in doing things, and sometimes he was also more meticulous. At this time, he ran to the grocery store and bought five fire sickles in one go, because he wanted to burn the talisman.
He needs fire. Yuan Zhengang may not have a fire sickle with him, and he is afraid that it will not burn when the time comes. If Yuan Zhengang is in danger, won't his fate as a wealthy person be in vain?
Then, he bought another roast chicken and rushed to the county jail.
When he came to the prison gate and inquired, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. It turned out that Yuan Zhengang was actually being held on death row.
"You bastard county magistrate, you are so fucking cruel. You know that this kid is closer than my biological father, and yet you still treat him like this. What a fucking bastard!" Song Zihong couldn't help but say with crooked eyes.
He cursed the magistrate at the prison gate.
None of the guards guarding the gate dared to speak. Everyone knew Song Zihong with crooked eyes. This guy was known to everyone in Beiyin County as a scoundrel and a rogue. He had no family and no job. If a serious person got caught up with him, he would be doomed.
, powerful people will lose their skin if they get entangled with him.
Therefore, even though they are wearing official uniforms, these little jailers do not dare to cause trouble - who wants to have a hob meat grinding against them every day?
"Open the door, open the door, I want to visit the prison!" Song Zihong with crooked eyes finished cursing and shouted again at the two jailers.
"Crooked-eyed Song Zihong, it is possible to visit the prison, but there is a time limit, up to half an hour, otherwise it will be difficult for us to do it!" A slightly fat jailer said to Crooked-eyed Song Zihong.
"I know, I know, I still understand these rules, otherwise I wouldn't be able to hang out in Beiyin. Brother Zheng, don't worry, I won't cause you any trouble!" Song Zihong said with crooked eyes, and gave the man named Liu and the man next to him
Each of the jailers stuffed a tael of silver.
The two of them looked at each other, but no one dared to ask for it. Who knew what was happening to Song Zihong with crooked eyes? His money was not that good.
"Why, my silver is not silver! Take it, take it! But there is one thing. What is the name of the person who was just escorted in? Yes, it belongs to Yuan Zhengang. That is my relative, closer than my biological father.
Relatives, you should treat him well. You can't let him suffer any injustice when I'm not here. Otherwise, hum, my name of Crooked Eyes Song Zihong is not in vain!" Crooked Eyes Song Zihong stared at the two of them.
The jailer held his chest out and his belly up, as if he was talking about something heroic.
Both jailers laughed, pointed at Song Zihong with crooked eyes and said, "What? A relative who is closer than a biological father, what is that?"
"Humph, I won't tell you, two common people, two lives, what do you know?" Crooked-eyed Song Zihong imitated the truth and shook his head, threw the money to the two of them, and walked into the prison.
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Yuan Zhengang just received a few punches from the two government officers, and then he stopped struggling and allowed the two men to drag him and throw him into the death row.
When the cell door was locked with a clang, he woke up as if from a dream. He screamed and threw himself on the iron railing of the cell, shaking it vigorously.
"It's unfair, it's unfair, let me out. I didn't kill the person. How could I kill my grandfather and fellow villagers? It's unfair, it's unfair, let me out!" Yuan Zhengang shouted.
"Stop yelling, it's useless if you yell!" The two government officials glared at Yuan Zhengang fiercely, turned around and left.
Yuan Zhengang sat down on the ground. Doubt, anger, unwillingness, fear, despair, all kinds of emotions rushed into his heart, leaving him stunned for a moment.
"God of Wealth, God of Wealth, it's me. I'm Song Zihong with crooked eyes. I'm here to see you!" At this moment, a voice rang next to Yuan Zhengang.
Yuan Zhengang was startled and hurriedly looked up, only to see that the "madman" who had just reported the case with him had arrived in front of the prison at some point, holding a roast chicken in his hand.
"I don't know you, you... don't call me that, I... I can't stand it!" Yuan Zhengang shrank back in horror, who knew what this "madman" was going to do.
He was also very surprised in his heart: This lunatic is so powerful that he can enter the county government and even the prison at will. What kind of "lunatic" is this?
"Oh!" Crooked-eyed Song Zihong's face turned red for a moment, and he respectfully stuffed the roast chicken along the gap in the iron railing of the prison.
"Well, if you think it's not good for me to call you that, how about I call you big brother?" Crooked-eyed Song Zihong also felt that fawning over Yuan Zhengang in this way was too explicit, too disgusting, and too unacceptable, so he took matters into his own hands.
Yuan Zhengang was demoted one generation.
Yuan Zhengang looked at Song Zihong with crooked eyes in confusion, and thought in his mind: "How come this lunatic suddenly stopped being crazy and spoke quite coherently?"
"Haha, if you don't say anything, you just agreed. Big brother, please bow to me!" Song Zihong, who had crooked eyes, knelt down and kowtowed three times to Yuan Zhengang.
Yuan Zhengang was so frightened that he hurriedly ran away, thinking: A madman is still a madman, this guy is crazy again, fortunately there is an iron railing between him, otherwise I really don't know what else he will do to him.
Now, he was somewhat glad that he was in prison.
"Brother, this is a magic talisman given to you by an expert. His stuff is very powerful. He said that if you encounter a more dangerous situation, light the first talisman. When it is very dangerous, light the second talisman. Especially
When you are in danger, light this last talisman. This is the fire sickle, don't forget it, your safety is related to my life's wealth, you must not get into trouble!" Song Zihong said with crooked eyes and put the three talismans.
Inside the prison, five more fire sickles were placed on top.
Yuan Zhengang looked at his actions and was confused, so he didn't dare to come forward and continued to retreat into the prison.
"Brother, don't worry, my crooked eyes, Song Zihong, won't let you stay in prison for too long. I will go out to work and get you out, so that we can start our road to wealth! You can rest assured in this prison.
Stay here, I've taken care of the jailers, they won't make it difficult for you!" Song Zihong, with crooked eyes, continued to "explain" to Yuan Zhengang.
It's a pity that Yuan Zhengang didn't believe a word of his.
"Brother, I'm leaving first. The roast chicken is here. You can eat it when you're hungry! I'm leaving!" Crooked-eyed Song Zihong saw that Yuan Zhengang hadn't spoken. He felt bored himself, so he put down another tael of silver for Yuan Zhengang and turned around to go out.
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Yuan Zhen just saw the crooked-eyed Song Zihong leaving, and then he took a deep breath and slowly crawled over. He first picked up the one tael of silver and bit it with his teeth. It turned out to be silver. He couldn't help but wonder: If this man is really a madman, he has so much money on his body.
Why is there still money? Could it be that he is a lunatic from a rich family, but the clothes don't look like him.
He then picked up the several fire sickles and tested them each. They were all brand new fire sickles. They were definitely not junk picked up from the garbage dump. Look at the folded talismans below. They were also drawn neatly on them. Although he
I don’t know, but I also know that this is definitely not something a madman could draw.
"Weird thing!" Yuan Zhengang secretly exclaimed that it was strange, muttering as he put the silver, fire sickle, and magic talisman close to his chest.
Yuan Zhengang felt sad in his heart. He encountered this injustice again. He couldn't think of eating. He thought of his grandfather who died tragically, and also of Uncle Qian, Jiaqi and others. He couldn't help crying again, and then fell asleep in a drowsy manner.
He didn't know how much time passed, but suddenly, he felt someone calling his name in his ear. He hurriedly opened his eyes and saw his grandfather's kind face appearing in front of Yuan Zhengang.
"Grandpa!" Yuan Zhengang couldn't help shouting in surprise.
"Child, run!" Grandpa shouted hoarsely.
Yuan Zhengang was startled and hurriedly stood up from the ground. Only then did he see clearly that what was in front of him was only his grandfather's head.
Grandpa's head was still the same as before, dark and thin, with deep wrinkles all over it, but it was empty below the neck, and black blood continued to flow from the broken neck.
He was so frightened that he couldn't help shouting "ah" and stepped back suddenly.
Grandpa's face suddenly showed a look of pain, and then he let out a scream of "ah". Black blood oozed from his seven orifices, just like his death this morning, and then quickly turned into a puff of blue smoke and disappeared.
"Grandpa, grandpa, don't leave, don't leave, don't leave Xiaogang alone!" Yuan Zhengang ignored his fear at this time and suddenly rushed towards the blue smoke.