Jiang Feng stared instantly, is life easy to borrow?
Who doesn’t have only one life?
Besides, you have to kill one person just to save your life, but if you want to bring people back to life, you have to kill at least seven more people!
This Luo family is so selfish and shameless!
"There are so many people named Luo in the world, why is your family the most shameless?"
Luo Yuanzhang yelled and rushed forward, but his master interrupted his pulse. Unexpectedly, this bastard actually pressed the door mechanism.
The guests who were paying their condolences outside came in.
"It's okay. My heart hurt just now. This little brother saved me."
Everyone was concerned about Luo Yuanzhang, and Jiang Yuan walked to Jiang Feng.
"I can understand you saving people, but you can't be a virgin, right?"
"This guy did Feng Shui for my family last time, and my dad has been unlucky since then."
It turned out that Jiang Yuan suspected Luo Yuanzhang more than once.
Jiang Feng felt that Jiang Yuan was not stupid, so he simply told what happened just now.
Jiang Yuan exclaimed.
"It turns out that he wants to do something to you, but the Luo family is too shameless. How can he borrow his life from others?"
To put it nicely, it is borrowing one's life; to put it badly, it is taking one's life.
Who is willing to lend his life?
Jiang Feng made up his mind to make Master Luo a real dead man, otherwise, this guy would have to harm at least seven people.
As soon as Jiang Feng finished speaking, he looked confused as to why the mandarin powder was missing?
"Where's the powder I sprinkled on you?"
Jiang Yuan shook her head and said she was unclear. Jiang Feng asked who passed by. Jiang Yuan pointed to an old man wearing a Tang suit not far away.
Jiang Feng instantly felt a strong force collide with his consciousness.
It seems that this person is a senior master.
"If they stop for a while, the white tiger in the mourning hall will be able to tear into pieces the strength that Mr. Luo has gathered, and then they won't be able to harm anyone."
Both the living and the dead need to breathe.
As long as this breath is gone and Mr. Luo is hopeless, Luo Yuanzhang will no longer risk harming others.
Unexpectedly, the old man in Tang suit stared at Jiang Feng with a fierce look in his eyes.
"Young man, you think so highly of yourself that you actually made a scene in someone else's mourning hall. Do you think this is justified?"
Jiang Feng came over and saluted first with his fists clasped.
"Jiang Feng, the junior, doesn't know who the senior is?"
The old man didn't care.
"Is it possible for you to know my name? Judging from your male appearance and frail figure, I must have been destined to be buried in the wilderness as a beggar."
"How can I ascend to the elegant hall?"
When Jiang Feng heard that you, old bastard, were here to cause trouble!
"To give you face, I call you senior, but if I don't give you face, why not call you an old man?"
"You've dragged me along with you for like 250,000 to 80,000 yuan!"
The old man was instantly irritated and stood up suddenly to glare at Jiang Feng.
Lu Dayong ran in from outside and quickly interrupted.
"Master Tang, please sit down quickly."
Jiang Yuan called people to the side.
"Director Lu, what does this person do?"
Lu Dayong lowered his voice and told Jiang Yuan.
"This man is Master Zhu You, who is well-known in Tianzhou. He knows both medicine and mathematics. He is not easy to mess with, but he came here with Mr. Song."
Others might not be able to hear the sound, but Jiang Feng had sensitive senses and could hear it clearly.
I didn’t see Mr. Song coming.
Jiang Feng was looking around when he found a Zhu Tousan walking over and standing next to Master Tang.
If it weren't for the scar on the back of Mr. Song's hand, Jiang Feng wouldn't have recognized it.
"I haven't seen President Song all night, why are you so fat?"
Mr. Song stared. After signing the contract, no one cared about him.
The soup chef who was hired overnight spent a small 1 million to restore it to the shape of a pig's head. It would take at least three days to release all the toxins!
Can this revenge not be avenged?
"I drank too much yesterday, and you took advantage of it. We haven't read the contract carefully yet, and we are going to find a lawyer to raise objections."
Jiang Yuan's expression changed. Wouldn't that be a waste of time?
"Mr. Song, you have read the contract. I have the chat records here."
If Party A doesn't say the contract is passed, how can it possibly go out for dinner to celebrate?
It seems that Mr. Song is deliberately making things difficult.
Jiang Feng felt that this bastard was a bitch and he could just deal with it more severely!
Master Tang seemed to be able to detect Jiang Feng's consciousness.
"Young man, please don't be so arrogant. I am here today and I will not condone a vicious person like you."
Jiang Feng looked at Master Tang.
"It seems that the art of Zhu Youzhi has gone downhill. Have you forgotten the teachings given to you by your ancestor?"
"We should be supporting justice and relieving poverty, but you have become an accomplice of Mr. Song's despicable behavior. Aren't you afraid that Grandmaster will punish you to hell?"
Master Tang's eyes widened. He didn't expect Jiang Feng to dare to accuse him in front of everyone.
There were many guests in the mourning hall staring at Jiang Feng and pointing.
It doesn't matter, these people are just living in the mundane world, Jiang Feng doesn't need to explain.
And the master muttered something in his ear.
"Why is the mourning hall so full of death today? Is this one death, or several deaths?"
Jiang Feng didn't quite understand what his master said, and he only regretted it when the book was used.
From the moment I came in, I felt a rotten smell floating in the air. This must be the smell of death that the master mentioned.
Twitching his nose, the smell became stronger and stronger. Jiang Feng found that Mr. Song had the strongest symptoms.
"Mr. Song, who do you belong to?"
There are quite a few taboos in the mourning hall, especially for people like Mr. Luo who died violently. There are too many taboos.
"If you want to take care of it, get out of here, you stinking beggar!"
Jiang Feng stopped asking too much and called out Lu Dayong and Jiang Yuan.
"President Song must be born in the year of Pig or Rat. These two animal signs are the most taboo in the mourning hall today!"
Lu Dayong couldn't afford to offend Mr. Song, so he proposed to leave, but Jiang Feng hadn't seen the incident in the mourning hall of Baihu yet, and was worried that the success would be missed.
"Let's wait a few more minutes. If it doesn't work, go back."
Jiang Yuan was joking on purpose.
"Then you are absent from work today."
Jiang Feng didn't care, saving someone's life, what's the point of being absent from work?
But Lu Dayong only felt that the two were flirting...
The host did not take the initiative to greet the three of them. Those who expressed condolences would eat the glutinous rice balls before leaving. Unexpectedly, Mr. Song had the glutinous rice balls stuck in his throat.
"Mr. Song, are you okay?"
Master Tang panicked. Zhu Youshu never taught him how to treat blockage.
Beating his chest randomly, if Jiang Feng hadn't seen that Mr. Song was cooperating with Jiang Yuan's company, he would have pretended not to have seen anything.
"Are you going to beat him to death?"
"Tangyuan is a very sticky food. The more it is bumped, the more severe the blockage will be. It will block the trachea along the gaps around it."
Master Tang looked at him coldly.
"You know nothing, people are already choked, why don't you hammer?"
As he spoke, Master Tang raised his fist again and hammered it hard twice...
Jiang Feng is really helpless. He has to get slapped if he saves people these days!
Watch over there how Master Tang saves people.
Mr. Song's face turned purple from holding it back, attracting everyone to watch. Master Tang was completely helpless, and no one knew who suddenly screamed.
"It's choking to death!"
