When I saw him winking, he must have no good intentions. It seemed that Feng Zhiyuan was going to be in trouble.
"Master Fang, what's wrong with you? Are your eyes uncomfortable?" Yan Xin asked cutely.
Fang Yunhe almost vomited blood. He was so impressed by her that he didn't understand anything about human nature.
In fact, it's nice to be like her, always so simple and straightforward, without any tricks.
Feng Zhiyuan saw through it and took the business card with both hands: "Dao Fang is so righteous! I didn't expect you to be willing to help. I am very grateful, very grateful..."
He said that the remains of the stone tower were indeed engraved with the words and talismans of Taoist Zhenhui. Even though many years had passed, he could still feel that the remaining powerful power of the talismans should have come from the hands of Taoism.
Hearing his praise, Fang Yunhe became so proud that his tail almost went up to the sky.
"I'm not boasting. When my ancestors and ancestors were still alive, there were famous Maoshan Taoists in several southwestern provinces, especially my ancestor Zhenhui Taoist. Even the head of Baiyun Temple in Yuncheng would invite them to teach in the Taoist temple. .”
I didn't expect that Fang Yunhe had such a big background and was from a famous family. What a pity... He didn't wash his hands when he went to the toilet and blasphemed the gods. Now nothing works.
By the way, his spell wasn't working. How could he have the nerve to ask Feng Zhiyuan for help?
I immediately guessed what he wanted to do. This guy, don’t make fun of those five evil spirits!
The moment I lowered my head to think, Fang Zhiyuan was poured three more glasses of wine by Fang Yunhe, and the glasses were changed again and again. Feng Zhiyuan was gradually overwhelmed by the alcohol, his face was as red as a monkey's butt, and he was obviously drunk.
We sent him back to the hotel, settled in, and then exited the room, blowing the river breeze to sober up.
Without Jiang Lanyue's control, I drank two glasses of wine.
When I raised the glass, all I could think about was his serious and sullen face and the dark aura about him.
Jiang Lanyue... I drank and broke the habit. Why don't you care about me...
God knows how much I hoped at that time. An arm would appear from the air and forcefully pull the wine glass down, or a cold voice would appear in my ear and scold me angrily.
Unfortunately... nothing.
Jiang Lanyue doesn't care about me anymore. He can't protect himself now and can't control me anymore...
I faced the river wind and shed tears silently.
At this time, a low cry suddenly came from his mind, a bit like a yawn, but not exactly the same. In short, it was the sound made by Mr. Mang.
I couldn't walk immediately, my legs were frozen in place as if they were filled with lead.
"Mr. Mang?" I muttered in my heart, walked to the viewing platform alone, and pretended to be watching the scenery.
Mr. Mang nodded and said to me in a leisurely manner: "Did you call me just now?"
"Yes." I think he asked a little knowingly: "I want to ask you, what do you have to do to testify for Jiang Lanyue? He was forced to do so."
Mr. Mang sneered: "You finally remembered me..."
After hearing what he said, I just asked him now, and he was still a little angry with me.
I was so anxious that I subconsciously thought that he and Gu Zechuan were on the same team. I didn't expect that they were working independently and had their own agenda.
"It's actually not difficult if you want me to help you. I need a few things from you." Mr. Mang said.
I asked him what it was.
Mr. Mang said: "Heartache, hair on top of skull, ten plucked fingernails, and...your birth date."
As a Meepo watcher, when I heard this request, I was so frightened that I shook my head.
This is not asking for the things on my body, this is trying to kill me!
"Mr. Mang, if you want my life, just say it, why bother beating around the bush." I was also very angry, and my tone was unkind.
Mr. Mang looked indifferent: "It doesn't matter if you don't want to. Once Jiang Lanyue dies, I can achieve my goal."
He told me bluntly that he wanted to resurrect a person and needed just these things in me.
I was surprised. I'm not a god. If he wants my flesh and blood nails, can he bring the dead back to life?
"Of course it's not that simple, but these things you have can be used as a guide." Mr. Mang said, but he couldn't tell me the specific method of resurrection.
If I don't agree, my grandma also has a way. In short, as soon as Jiang Lanyue dies, his merits will be complete and his mission will be completed. Grandma will keep her promise and help him resurrect the person.
But if I am willing to dedicate myself, he can terminate the cooperation with grandma and help me prove Jiang Lanyue.
It sounds better than marrying Gu Zechuan, but I don't know for sure.
As an industry insider, I certainly know what it means to hand over your own flesh, blood, hair, and skin.
This is equivalent to giving my life to Mr. Mang. I will live if he wants me to live, and die if he wants me to die.
I blew the cold wind and forced myself to be calm and never agree in a hot-headed manner.
"How can you guarantee that you are taking these things from me to resurrect a person and not to do evil?" I asked.
Mr. Mang was silent for a moment: "If you believe me, then come with me in person, take blood, cut your hair and pull out your nails on the spot."
Go ahead, are you so cruel?
It can also be operated on the spot, which really makes me look like a man.
"Let me think about it." I was caught in a dilemma. I felt like I was going to die anyway, but it was just that I would die sooner or later.
I was in a very low mood and didn't speak much on the way back.
Fang Yunhe was drunk and sang all the way on the road, repeating only one sentence over and over again: "I will love you even if you die..."
I didn't realize that the normally playful and eccentric Taoist Fang was still a lover, and he would love her even if he died.
correct!
I will love you even to death!
died!
die……
An idea flashed in my head. If I die, then all these things on my body will be useless. What else can Mr. Mang do to save his old friend?
So... Mr. Mang will never watch me die!
Not only can I not die, Jiang Lanyue cannot die either. As long as Jiang Lanyue lives, the contract between Mr. Mang and Grandma will always exist, and he cannot leave my body.
This closed loop of an infinite loop has just appeared!
Now I only need to say one word to Gu Zechuan to turn things around and firmly lock the triangle relationship between me, Mr. Mang and Gu Zechuan!
"Fang Yunhe, you did me a big favor!" I slapped him on the back and made him vomit.
He spit out a big mouthful of wine with a pop in his mouth, and the air was filled with a disgusting sour smell.
He smiled at me: "I feel much better, Master Wen. You also did me a big favor..."
I came home, rushed into the room without stopping, and raised the silver mirror.
"Gu Zechuan, Gu Zechuan, come out quickly..." I called him again and again. Gu Zechuan came late, and his gentle and scum-like face appeared in the mirror.
"Next time you call me husband, I can come faster." Gu Zechuan was in need of a beating as soon as he opened his mouth.
I was too lazy to smile playfully with him, so I held the mirror and said, "I am willing to marry you, but the premise is that Jiang Lanyue must live and live well!"
I told Gu Zechuan that if something happened to Jiang Lanyue, I would definitely not let him succeed.
When I said this, I was actually betting. I bet that Gu Zechuan would not dare to let me die. I bet that he would not marry me just because of a marriage certificate.
I stared at him with burning eyes, without fear, and the smile at the corner of Gu Zechuan's mouth gradually cooled.
"Wen Xin, do you dare to threaten me?"
"Isn't it obvious enough?" I asked.
"Okay, very good..." Gu Zechuan's uncertain face gave me a chill.
I pretended to be calm, dug my nails into the handle of the silver mirror, and waited in agony.
