"I have heard of Shui Jing's name before. He is the great disciple of your master Huo Tiansuan. It's a pity that you have recognized the wrong person..."
The man in white replied almost without any hesitation.
"You lied!"
I said in a deep voice.
"My master has seen the seven-inch copper nail you used to save me before. It is the commonly used magic weapon of my senior brother Shui Jing. My master will never admit his mistake, right?"
"hehe…"
The man in white gave a rare laugh and said:
"Senior brother? There are too many people in this world who use seven-inch copper nails as magical weapons. Don't you also use them frequently? Why use this as evidence to determine my identity? Don't you think it's too far-fetched?"
I was stunned by what he said and was speechless. Could it be that Master really saw it wrong, or that he was lying to me?
"That's all..."
Before I could speak, the man in white said first:
"I'd better go find the wooden box by myself..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sedan curtain was slowly lowered, and the only exposed gap disappeared. Then the two sedan bearers slowly straightened up, carried the sedan, and swayed away.
Looking at the sedan drifting away, I suddenly remembered what Yunfei had said to me when we were at Queyin Mountain. He said that the man in white and I had a bond for three lives. I thought of the tragic situation of the Wan family killing each other and their future three lives.
The resentment I had to go through made my heart beat violently...
"Is it...impossible..."
I shook my head and stopped thinking, turned around and left the woods.
When I returned to the wasteland, I saw Wan Chen standing there at a loss, looking around nervously. I suddenly felt that he was a little cute, but I didn't expect that he, a rich young man who was notorious...no...well-known in Jiangcheng, could actually
There are times when I am so embarrassed.
"Oh my brother, you are finally back. Aren't you afraid of something happening if you leave me here alone?"
Seeing me coming back, Wan Chen dragged his limp body up to me and complained.
I glared at him,
"Those who deserve to die are dead, and those who don't deserve to die are also dead. What else can happen?"
Wan Chen looked at me in astonishment,
"What...what...what do you mean?"
"This is not the place to talk. Let's go back to the mourning hall of the old house first..."
I was still thinking about the jars in the basement of the mourning hall that Aunt Wan mentioned, so I urged Wan Chen to go back as soon as possible.
The two life lamps on Wan Chen's shoulders were extinguished. Although I used the Soul-Reinforcing Talisman to stabilize the yang energy in his body, his body was still very weak. I found a few soul-reinforcing and yang-replenishing magic pills from my backpack and stuffed them into them.
he,
"Take this pill quickly to avoid being targeted by other dirty things again!"
Wan Chen looked at the huge pill in his hand with disgust, swallowed, and asked:
"This...what kind of medicine is this?"
"Aphrodisiac! Take it if you like it!"
After saying that, I left without looking back.
On the way back, I told him what happened after he fainted. Wan Chen was dumbfounded, and later he showed a look of helplessness and regret. It seemed that his previous respect for Wan Renxiao was not an act.
Ten minutes later, we returned to the mourning hall and found that the bodies of Aunt Wan and Wan Liang, who were pressed under the coffin, were somewhat black, especially the skin on their faces had criss-crossing cracks, and the nails on their hands and feet were also long.
He’s grown a lot…
When Wan Chen saw their corpses turned into this, his face that had just softened immediately turned pale again.
"He...what happened to them..."
"There is Wan Renxiao's remaining corpse energy in their corpses. They must be disposed of as soon as possible, otherwise they will transform into corpses soon. Don't be stunned and help quickly!"
The two of us carried the body to the back of the old house and burned it completely...
After returning to the mourning hall, we found the entrance to the basement under the altar table, which was covered by a layer of blue bricks. It was very secret. I took a photo with my mobile phone and found that there was a light layer of dust around the green bricks. I frowned and hurriedly
Bend down and lift the bricks...
The moment the blue bricks were lifted, a fishy smell came out along with a gust of cool wind. I subconsciously covered my nose and frowned even more tightly.
"It's windy down here, it seems there is another exit..."
A bad thought flashed through my mind.
Under the blue bricks was a one-meter-square entrance. The entrance was pitch black, and I could only vaguely see the rusty iron railings nailed to the wall. I asked Wan Chen to stay on top and climbed down little by little along the railings.
Arrived in the basement.
I used my mobile phone to illuminate it and checked it carefully. The basement was very messy, with all kinds of strange things scattered around, but I could not find the jar that Aunt Wan mentioned.
As I expected before, it seems that someone else has already arrived here first!
"Who could it be?"
Could it be the man in white? I rejected this idea as soon as it came up. With his style of behavior, he would definitely not do such a sneaky thing.
The person behind this must know the Wan family and is very knowledgeable about folk magic. He must have gained Wan Renxiao's trust through some means, but why did this person help Wan Renxiao deal with Wan Ming and Wan Chen's father and son?
Is it just to collect people's money to help them eliminate disasters?
I shook my head helplessly. I really couldn't figure it out, so I simply stopped thinking about it. Although there was still such a doubt, three members of Wan Renxiao's family had died, so the Wan family's old house must have had little use value.
Thinking of this, I sighed softly and followed the iron rod back to the mourning hall.
After struggling all night, I didn't want to stay here any longer, so I forced Wan Chen to rush back to Jiangcheng overnight.
"Three members of Wan Renxiao's family are dead. What are you going to tell your father?"
Sitting in the car, I couldn't help but ask.
Wan Chen shook his head,
"I haven't thought about what to say yet. There must be some reason why my uncle hates our family so much. I have to ask my dad."
"You and your father had better be careful these days..."
"Well, with Yunfei here, we have nothing to fear."
I nodded, thinking about it, with Yunfei as a know-it-all, Wanjia could sit back and relax. Even if something happened, he would be able to find out in time.
Seeing the white fish belly exposed on the horizon, I suddenly felt sleepy. Just when I wanted to close my eyes and rest for a while, Wan Chen placed a delicate wooden box on my lap...
I looked at him suspiciously, Wan Chen smiled and said:
"Yunfei has told me before that if you want an ancient hairpin, I have already prepared it for you."
My heart moved, and I thanked him, then opened the wooden box gently, and saw a crystal clear, green-colored hosta lying quietly in the wooden box, with Piaoya Chuchen and Gu Han in it.
The cool temperament is a perfect match!
"Isn't this... expensive?" I murmured.
Wan Chen laughed,
"Haha... No matter how expensive it is, it can't compare to the life you saved me. From now on, you and I will treat each other as brothers. If you need anything, just ask!"
I smiled and said nothing more, but Wan Chen looked like he was hesitant to speak.
I closed the wooden box and looked at him,
"If you have anything to say, just say it."
Wan Chen chuckled and asked with a shrunken face:
"What about that, brother, between you and Shi Ting..."