The night is long and the stars are dim.
Song Ciwan had a slight connection with the paper man, and then floated back to Lai Mazi Lane.
Aunt Zhou left Lai Mazi Lane and walked farther and farther into unknown directions to find her daughter who didn't know where she was.
Song Ciwan has not yet developed clear spiritual consciousness, and cannot truly follow Aunt Zhou with her thoughts. But the paper soul puppet she left behind has her mark on it. Once Aunt Zhou encounters an irresistible crisis, the paper soul puppet will transform and help.
The Paper Soul Puppet has a total of three such opportunities to use it.
After Song Ciwan returned to Laimazi Lane, he started looking for his next target tool man.
Just like Yan Hanzhang before, Song Ciwan was short of money at that time, so she looked for him. It's just that Yan Hanzhang was a one-off, and Song Ciwan was actually a little wary of the complicated background behind this person, so she only appeared once, as long as she had that pot of gold.
As for the follow-up, will Yan Hanzhang continue to think about the nameless deity in his heart, or will he ask the deity for help again when he encounters difficulties? Hey...then these have nothing to do with Song Ciwan.
It's a one-and-done deal, just call me, I promise not to show up. It's just so stubborn, oh... no, it should be said that it's just so stable!
What can you do to me?
At this moment, what Song Ciwan didn't know was that Yan Hanzhang, who had successfully brought Dingfeng Tower back to life because of a MSG formula, was really looking for her.
His sister had already taken the Pregnancy Pill and became pregnant, and as his Dingfeng Tower regained its former prosperity, the status of their siblings in the Xu family began to skyrocket, and they were no longer the same as before.
But Yan Hanzhang still has another worry: he has no talent and is a fake scholar!
In this world where great power belongs to oneself, any weighing of interests is ultimately futile. It can bring temporary scenery to people, but it cannot bring a lifetime of stability.
Yan Hanzhang wanted to gain talent and power.
He didn't want to be persuaded by his sister overtly or secretly: "Azhang, why don't you just give the MSG formula to your brother-in-law? It's not like he doesn't allow you to use it after he uses it. Your brother-in-law said that he would exchange it with you at three shops in Dongshi. I’ll give you another two cents as dividend later.”
"Azhang, has the god you worshiped appeared again recently? Is it because you are not pious enough that the god doesn't come?"
"A Zhang, your brother-in-law has arranged a ritual for you to worship gods..."
"A Zhang..."
Every sound, every sentence made Yan Hanzhang more and more eager to gain strength.
What he didn't know was that when he was worshiping every day and praying for the arrival of the god, his residence was actually already secretly surrounded by experts who were following him.
The father and son of the Xu family in the Xiantian realm had this conversation: "What nameless god! It must be some little god who practices incense and fire, and he is just using false names to deceive the boys of the Yan family."
"Catch this little thief and force him to hand over the method of vow cultivation!"
"My son has now opened up to the fifth orifice. If he can obtain the method of vow cultivation, his power will surely grow by leaps and bounds."
"Children of those great sects and aristocratic clans can achieve enlightenment of thirty-six, seventy-two, or even one hundred and eight at a young age! Or they may be on the list of geniuses of all spirits, or leave their names on the Kunlun Monument. They really have it. Is that so powerful? I don’t accept it! It’s just an imbalance of resources!”
In Suyang City, the Xu family is already a big family, but if you look at the entire Great Zhou Dynasty, the small Xu family is just a humble ant crawling on the ground.
People at the lower levels are looking up at them, and they are also looking up at the higher levels.
The human heart is like climbing a ladder to heaven, with no satisfaction and no end.
Song Ciwan was actually climbing up. She was escaping in the shadows for a while, and heard someone murmuring in her dream: "Big steamed buns, white-faced steamed buns, so many, hehe... I want to eat one, throw another, and dig holes." Bury it and it will grow out tomorrow..."
Although the dream was absurd, the white-flour steamed buns were satisfying.
Song Ciwan's dream method was reversed, waking the person up from his dream.
White-faced steamed buns came from a dream to reality. A basket of thirty buns appeared in front of this man.
There was a scream in the darkness—unable to be heard.
A section of wind blocked his mouth and nose, and a vague voice rang in his ears: "I am the Black Wind Divine Envoy under the nameless and righteous God. The God takes pity on your suffering and orders me to send you food. Remember not to Speak up, otherwise there will be disaster..."
When the sound faded away and the wind faded away, the man who was hit by the surprise trembled with his legs and feet and suddenly knelt down on the ground.
Yes, you can’t say anything!
In Lai Mazi Lane, a place that is no different from a slum, thirty steamed buns are enough to give many people evil thoughts.
The bloody scene after Sun Tuzi was killed is still circulating in the streets. Who dares to be careless in such a short period of time?
The scales of heaven and earth appeared, with an extra ball of air on the scales.
[Human desires, joy, sorrow, and fear can be sold for a pound or a tael. 】
Song Ciwan smiled and accepted the anger and continued to wander.
In the east corner of Laimazi Lane, there is a dilapidated shack, in which three young boys of about ten years old are huddled.
There was also a smaller one, who looked to be only four or five years old. He was surrounded by three older children, but his whole body was hot and his face was red. It turned out that he was suffering from fever!
Now that winter has come, the weather is cold, and the children in the shack are short of clothes and charcoal. At night, they are all too cold to fall asleep.
The youngest one is suffering from frostbite and is about to be unable to survive this test!
The three eldest children were anxious, but there was nothing they could do.
Someone cried out: "Brother Dalin, is Cao'er going to be hopeless?"
"Brother Dalin, otherwise you can sell me tomorrow. If you sell me, I will be able to treat Cao'er's illness..."
The eldest child was called Dalin by people who knew him well. At this time, the skinny boy gritted his teeth and said in his heart: "What are you talking about? How much money can I get from selling you... How much can I get from selling you? Why don't you wait for tomorrow? Tomorrow I will There is a way!"
As for the method, he didn't say clearly.
But that's definitely not a good idea.
Is there any normal way for such a poor young man to earn a lot of money in a short period of time?
The night wind blew through the cracks of the dilapidated shack, and Dalin, who was thinking that he would inevitably go into the abyss tomorrow, suddenly felt a slight trance in front of his eyes.
A misty voice came to his ears on the wind: "Young man, I am the White Wind Divine Envoy under the nameless deity who is just and upright. The deity takes pity on you and your misery and orders me to come to rescue you. Remember not to say anything, otherwise There will be disaster..."
As this ethereal voice ended, the three teenagers who were still awake all had their eyes dazzled.
The next moment, a bunch of things appeared in front of them out of thin air.
The most conspicuous thing is a tightly bundled dark quilt. Next to the quilt is a basket of black charcoal. Next to the black charcoal is a basket filled with big soft steamed buns!
A porcelain vase was placed diagonally above the steamed buns. The porcelain vase was simple and white. Another message reached the ears of the three teenagers: "The elixir in the bottle can be fed to patients with a few drops. Remember, do not make it public, otherwise there will be disaster..."
The soft voice is like a cool breeze, passing by and disappearing.
The three children left in the shack looked at each other as if they were in a dream.
Song Ciwan left, taking three balls of energy with him.
[Everything has animism, so you can believe in it. If you wish, you can sell it for two kilograms or three liang. 】
[People's desires, joy, sorrow, and surprise, two pounds or seven taels, can be sold. 】
[Human desires, greed, worry, and fear can be sold for a pound or a tael. 】
Among the three groups of Qi, one is actually the power of wish!
