"Where is Jiang Lishan, the head of your Jiang family?"
Liu Ruxiang asked, and the young men pointed downstairs and said, "Boss Jiang went downstairs and told us to stay here and not run around."
As soon as the young man who led the speech finished speaking, I immediately felt a chill.
He did this because he wanted to keep all these people here to delay him!
If we fail to resist upstairs, or are killed by Feitian's head drop, or we escape first, then it is impossible to jump directly from the upstairs. We must go downstairs, and Feitian's head drop will follow the same pattern. I went downstairs following the noise and smell. When I saw these young men staying here helpless, I'm afraid they could all be sucked clean by just one encounter.
It can be said that the human heart is sinister.
Liu Ruxiang also thought about it together with me and waved her hand: "You all should disperse. Don't go upstairs yet. Everyone should perform their duties and don't run around."
Liu Ruxiang looked unhappy, and felt disgusted by Jiang Lishan's style.
I know the cooking lady relatively well. He has always been a strong and domineering person, and he has no sympathy for the weak. When I go to the county town, I encounter beggars many times, but I don't even look at them. However, I just can't stand those things that bully people for no reason.
"Master, where are we going now?" I asked her as she was walking to the first floor.
Liu Ruxiang said in a deep voice: "Now take a look around the villa. Originally, we were going to help him change the Feng Shui pattern. The trees in his garden all coincided with the evil formation, but now it seems that it is not necessary. "
The cook and I rushed to the treasure place where the golden toad was buried with flashlights. That's where we escaped into the villa. At that time, the flying head came down and sucked a lot of blood from the body of Feng Shui master Huang Weizhong and then started to explode. We fled in panic.
But when I got to that place and looked again, there were no traces of other people anywhere. It was already empty. Except for some blood stains on the ground, no one could be seen anymore.
We walked around the villa area but didn't see Jiang Lishan. At this time, Liu Ruxiang started calling him directly.
After calling several times, it seemed that I got through to a place with a better signal.
Jiang Lishan's voice came from the phone receiver: "Ah, Master Liu, where are you now?"
"Where else could I be if I wasn't at your house? I just wanted to ask you, where are you? I've searched all over your house and I haven't seen you."
The signal over there was intermittent: "Master Liu, is it safe outside? I, I'm in the basement, I'll be up right away."
Liu Ruxiang hung up the phone and soon saw a bent middle-aged and elderly man standing in front of the villa's gate.
An awkward yet polite smile appeared on Jiang Lishan's face: "Thank you, Master Liu, for helping me and keeping me safe. You will be my great benefactor in this life!"
Liu Ruxiang waved her hand: "Without him, Mr. Jiang can help me at critical moments in the future."
Liu Ruxiang said as she handed over the pair of bright red iron walnuts she had picked up from the floor in the corridor.
Jiang Lishan looked at Tie Walnut and then at Liu Ruxiang's expression. He hesitated in picking up the walnut. It was estimated that Liu Ruxiang had guessed what he had done.
I hesitated to speak, and really wanted to name him and scold him, but looking at Liu Ruxiang, I finally gave up the idea of speaking.
"That terrifying human head was made by the person who wanted to use the golden toad to devour your luck. His name is Huang Weizhong, and it has a lot to do with you. That person and the human-headed monster were temporarily driven away by me. This matter is over. Now We still have something to do and we need to rush back. If you are afraid, just take everyone to the basement."
Liu Ruxiang said expressionlessly.
Jiang Lishan nodded and bowed, and looked at Liu Ruxiang with eyes full of enthusiasm: "Well, Master Liu, why don't I find a room for you to rest for a while? Look, it's three o'clock now, and it's not long until dawn. It's only two or three o'clock. It's a small thing, can you please give me a favor? I, I will give you some entertainment fees... one hundred thousand."
This is Sima Zhao's intention and everyone knows it.
If you're afraid of death, just say you're afraid of death. If you insist on talking about something, take a break.
However, if you don’t earn this money, you won’t earn it in vain. Liu Ruxiang also nodded happily. Anyway, the problem has been solved. You can get the money after sleeping for a while. Why not?
Liu Ruxiang and I were invited upstairs again, took off our coats, lay down on the bed, and began to rest.
…
At the same time, on the outskirts of this city, on a road not far from Jiang Lishan's big villa, a man in black was riding a motorcycle at high speed.
If you look closely, you can see that he is very thin all over, and there is even a lot of excess skin on his stomach. Even his ears were faintly bleeding.
This person is none other than the fat-bellied man who once loved drinking, Feng Shui master Huang Weizhong!
Lao Huang's eyes were full of fatigue and a hint of pain. He was panting, and the speed of his motorcycle dropped a lot.
After passing the city's boundary sign, Huang Weizhong finally parked his car slowly at a hidden intersection. He climbed off the motorcycle and sat slumped on the ground, his eyes dull: "Why, you people, Are you going to force me into a corner?"
"How many years have it been? You have tricked me into wandering around for several years. My wife ran away and our family was separated. I spent so long planning, you, you bastard... bastard Jiang Lishan, your whole family should die!" "Huang Weizhong roared in pain. He beat the soil and weeds underground angrily, unable to release the anger in his heart like a rage.
"You bitch, bitch, Liu Ruxiang, right, Liu family of Yumen? You deserve to die, and that child, child, you forced me to cut off my fingers. I will remember this hatred clearly for the rest of my life and will never forget it!" Huang Weizhong He looked like a madman, shouting hysterically.
Until his voice became hoarse, he was tired and had no strength left in his body. He lay on the ground and looked up at the dark sky!
When will it turn on?
Beside his ears, the cold wind blew against the young grass that had just emerged and scratched his ears.
In this somewhat cold spring night, the tranquility was soon broken by a burst of cell phone ringing.
Huang Weizhong took out his cell phone. He saw that the person calling was his son. His expression was full of sadness. He swallowed hard and pressed the answer button.
"Dad, you finally answered the phone. Where are you?" There was a hint of maturity in his son's voice that was not for this age group.
In just half a year, it was like he was a completely different person.
Lao Huang thought for a while and answered calmly: "Dad is outside...I, I can't go back for the time being."
"Dad, how are you doing over there?"
When Huang Weizhong heard this, his throat felt itchy for some reason, as if he had caught a cold. He coughed twice violently, and then his voice became a little weak.
"Is there someone from home, looking for me?"
"Well, not long after you left, a few people in uniform came and asked me where you had been. They asked me to bring you a message, advise you, advise you..." The son's voice gradually changed on the phone. Smaller.
"What are you trying to persuade me to do?"
"It's nothing, I don't remember it either," the son told his father seriously, "Dad, I'm so worried about you, but don't come back. They will take you away."
Huang Weizhong understood a lot, and when he thought about his son's words over and over again, he felt even more uncomfortable.
"Dad knows. Dad wants revenge, wants to be respected, and wants to give you a good future. Just be patient. A young boy needs to go through hard work to become a man and a hero." After Huang Weizhong said this, he couldn't help crying. , said goodbye with a sob, and then hung up the phone.
The man stood up again and continued riding his motorcycle. At this time, he no longer had the anger and anger he had when he got off the motorcycle. Instead, he had an air of perseverance and full of fighting spirit.
…
Liu Ruxiang and I stayed at Jiang's house until dawn. At six o'clock, we ate the breakfast prepared by Jiang's house. We packed a few buns and found Brother Peng, the driver at the door.
Peng Geda arrived in the morning and hadn't eaten yet. After the two finished breakfast, they started to report on the situation.
"If you asked me to bring it, I have already informed several masters in the family, and the old patriarch also knows about it. They are all very different. I didn't expect that the authentic head-lowering technique of Nanyang would appear here, and it is all in the ancient books of the Cong family. Rummaging for solutions.”
The driver, Brother Peng, told me that the family had been trying to think of a solution all night, and I suddenly felt like I was in trouble.
The journey was bumpy and bumpy, and we didn’t get home until after seven o’clock.
The car didn't even stop at home, but drove directly to the ancestral hall in the middle of Liujia Village.
This is where the old patriarch lives, and it is considered the important place of our Liu family.
After I followed Liu Ruxiang in, I saw several people already in the room.
One was the fourth uncle, who was rummaging through a black leather notebook. The other was the sixth uncle, who was holding an ancient book and looking at it with a magnifying glass, looking for something carefully. Anyway, there was something on the book. I have only a limited understanding of ancient Zhuang prose.
On the other side is the old patriarch. The old patriarch's body is still very healthy, and his face looks good. He lies on the recliner and closes his eyes to relax.
As soon as Liu Ruxiang brought me in, everyone dropped what they were doing.
The fourth uncle who was rummaging through ancient books greeted him: "Xiao Xiang, please tell me quickly what happened to this whole thing. I've got some clues in searching for information."
Liu Ruxiang repeated it again, and I also added a lot.
After everything was said, the old patriarch who had not gotten up finally slowly opened his eyes: "This is the head-lowering technique of Nanyang Kingdom, and it belongs to the northern sect. It is quite difficult. There are some records in the 17th volume of Liu Family Miscellaneous Talks , you can read it now."
When the ancestor said this, the fourth uncle who was flipping through the book was very happy.
My heart was full of shock.
