Corpse Retriever.

Chapter 242

Li Sanjiang stammered, wanting to say something to comfort him, but he didn't know what to say. He could only walk to Uncle Shan, pat him on the shoulder, then grab him by the clothes, trying to pull him up.

Uncle Shan was reluctant to get up and shook his arms.

"You little bastard, the boys are all watching, what are you saying?"

Uncle Shan took a deep breath with red eyes and said, "Run Shenghou is also my son. My son... is gone."

Li Sanjiang made up his mind and simply stopped worrying and started to curse:

"Bah, in our line of work, we insist on seeing the body of the deceased alive. Now there is not even a concrete letter, and you are sentencing Run Shenghou to death just because you won money?"

"Li Sanjiang..."

"I said that Runsheng should still be alive and well now. If he is in trouble, it is because of the curse of your grandfather."

"you!"

"Little Marquis Yuan." Li Sanjiang turned his head and looked at Li Zhuiyuan.

"Master."

"Did you hear Run Shenghou's voice when you called last time?"

"heard it."

"That's right." Li Sanjiang looked down at Uncle Shan, "Today is not a festival, but I invited you to have dinner here because Marquis Runsheng said on the phone that he missed you."

Uncle Shan turned his head away, still unwilling to stand up, and said, "Sanjiang Hou, but I won money!"

"Winning money is nothing." Li Sanjiang raised his voice, "I guess someone is setting you up. You always lose money when you gamble, but you don't borrow money to gamble. Someone is trying to give you some sweet treats to get you into the trap."

"Let me move in. What can I get? It's just that shabby house. It's not worth much if I sell it."

"Isn't Runsheng Hou doing well now? Last time, the teacher from Xiaoyuan Hou came to my house, all the local leaders accompanied him.

People should have heard the news and know that your Marquis Runsheng is now successful and can make money.

You can't squeeze out any money, but if you really get into trouble and fall into a trap, can Runshenghou not help you pay back the money you owe?"

Li Sanjiang pointed at the money that Shan Daye had just thrown out on the ground:
"Do you think you won this money? No, this money is just temporarily with you. After a while, you will have to pay it back with interest several times over!"

Uncle Shan showed surprise: "Really...?"

Li Sanjiang: "Bum, we've met for so many years. I'd rather the sun rise from the west tomorrow than believe that you can win money at the gambling table. Ask yourself with your conscience, do you have the fate to do that?"

Uncle Shan immediately shook his head: "No!"

"Isn't that the end? You are getting old, and your mind is not clear anymore. You can't even understand such a thing."

"I……"

Li Zhuiyuan said, "Uncle Shan, Brother Runsheng is busy at the construction site. I will call him later when they return to the construction site dormitory. Can you talk to Brother Runsheng in person then?"

Li Sanjiang looked at Li Zhuiyuan in surprise, his expression seemed to say: Damn it, is Marquis Runsheng really okay?

Although he had been trying to counsel Shanpao, after Shanpao said that he had been winning money recently, Li Sanjiang had actually conceded that something might have happened to Runsheng.

Uncle Shan looked at the boy excitedly: "Really?"

"Really? How about this? After dinner, I'll call the construction site and ask them to notify Brother Runsheng in advance so that we can contact him in the evening."

"Okay, that's it, that's it."

Uncle Shan wiped his eyes vigorously with the back of his hand, stood up swiftly on his own without anyone's help, and soon stopped crying and started laughing.

Li Zhuiyuan knew that Uncle Shan was not convinced by him, but he convinced himself.

At this time, as long as people can see a glimmer of hope, even if it is just a dream, they will hold on to it tightly.

Li Sanjiang: "Hurry up and pick up the money. Have you had enough of playing around? You're showing off by throwing money around."

Uncle Shan bent down and started picking up money, and Li Sanjiang helped him.

Li Zhuiyuan didn't pick it up. Lin Shuyou subconsciously wanted to go over to help, but his eyes suddenly widened and he stopped.

Li Sanjiang is of the same generation as you, so it’s okay for him to help pick up the items. If you, the younger generation, go up and help pick them up, do you want your elder to have the nerve to take the items from you and put them in his pocket?

After picking up the money, Li Sanjiang handed the stack in his hand to Uncle Shan. Uncle Shan took it, touched his lower lip with his fingertips, and began to count the bills.

"Little Marquis Yuan, this is yours."

"Well, Youhou, this is yours."

The thickest remaining stack, Uncle Shan glanced at the dam and asked in confusion: "Where is the girl Meng Hou?"

Li Sanjiang raised his foot and kicked Shan Daye's buttocks, scolding him with a smile: "The sun really rose from the west today, it's your turn to give money to the kids, look at the way you live, who dares to ask you for money, if they ask for it today, you will lose it all tomorrow, do you want the kids to see you go hungry again?
You have a good plan here, lending it to the kids at interest?"

"Li Sanjiang, bullshit!"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Uncle Shan, when Brother Runsheng comes back, if you haven't lost all your money, give it to him. Let him treat us, and we will feel more at ease."

Uncle Shan blushed and said to Li Zhuiyuan, "Little Marquis Yuan, why are you just like your great grandfather? You're also teasing me, your great grandfather?"

"Bah, you're still feeling wronged. Let's go. I asked Ting Hou to cook a few dishes this morning. Let's drink first and then take a nap. It's just right for me to talk to Runsheng on the phone in the evening!"

Li Sanjiang pulled Uncle Shan into the house, and Aunt Liu brought the wine and food over quickly.

"Come on, mountain cannon, let's go!"

"Let's go!"

The two old men clinked their glasses and drank it all in one gulp.

When Li Sanjiang was pouring wine for Uncle Shan, Uncle Shan took out a few incense sticks from his sleeves, lit them with a match, and inserted them into the cracks of the bench.

Although Runsheng had gone without food many times since he was a child following Shan Ye, whenever Shan Ye had wine and meat to enjoy, Runsheng would always be by his side.

Over time, I got used to it. Without the smell of incense, the wine tasted bland.

Li Sanjiang said nothing when he saw this. When human traffickers appeared in the village last night, he found that there was no one in Xiao Yuanhou's room and was almost scared to death.

"Come on, let's go one more!"

"Just go, who's afraid of who?"

Just like that, one wanted to comfort his old friend, and the other deliberately sought to get drunk, and the two old men soon had red faces from drinking, and were not far from being drunk.

Wang Lian had already left with her family, and the rest of the people were eating breakfast normally despite the smell of alcohol.

A'li handed a peeled salt duck egg to Li Zhuiyuan. Li Zhuiyuan took it and picked it up with chopsticks while paying attention to the situation behind.

Just as he was finishing the last salted duck egg and taking the last bite of porridge, he heard a plop sound behind him. The bench under Uncle Shan flipped over and he fell to the ground, unconscious.

Li Sanjiang pointed at Uncle Shan and said with a smile: "What a good-for-nothing!"

After saying this, Li Sanjiang also nodded his head forward and passed out drunk.

Li Zhuiyuan put down his chopsticks and glanced at Ayou.

Ayou stood up and carried Grandpa Li to the bed in the room on the second floor. Li Zhuiyuan followed him and adjusted his grandfather's sleeping position and covered him with a quilt. Before leaving, he poured a mug of patchouli tea and placed it on the bedside table.

When I went downstairs, I saw that Ayou had already placed Uncle Shan on the cart.

Liu Yumei and Aunt Liu sat at the table, watching Li Zhuiyuan and Lin Shuyou push Uncle Shan away, still drinking their porridge slowly.

When they arrived at Big Beard's house, Li Zhuiyuan went into the house to get something, while Lin Shuyou went to push Uncle Shan to the side of the pit where Runsheng was lying.

Yin Meng brought a bench with an armrest and motioned for Ayou to place Uncle Shan on it.

Looking at this drunk and dirty face, Yin Meng found a towel, rubbed it with hot water, wiped Uncle Shan's face, and straightened his collar.

Lin Shuyou: "When Mr. Shan came this morning, there was a lot of commotion."

Yin Meng: "What happened? Did you lose all your money again?"

Lin Shuyou: "No, he won some money, and he threw it around, crying and saying that something happened to his Runsheng."

Yin Meng was stunned when he heard this.

Li Zhuiyuan came over and first drew some lines on Uncle Shan's face. The function of these lines was to calm the body and help sleep. To be on the safe side, after the lines were drawn, he pasted a new version of the Qingxin Talisman on Uncle Shan's forehead.

The old version of the Qingxin Talisman has the effect of dispelling distracting thoughts and calming the mind, while the new version of the Qingxin Talisman can calm the mind.

The main reason is that Uncle Shan has real skills, and although he and Runsheng are nominally "grandfather and grandson", they are actually like father and son.

When he first adopted Runsheng, Uncle Shan knew that Runsheng was not an ordinary child.

Later, he realized the price he paid for adopting Runsheng, but he had been bearing it silently.

Because of this deep emotional bond, Li Zhuiyuan was really worried that when he regained consciousness, Uncle Shan would get excited and wake up.

"Ahyou, if Mr. Shan wakes up later, you should give him a knife attack."

"understand!"

After making all the arrangements, Li Zhuiyuan sat down cross-legged and started walking in the Yin direction.

A figure appeared in the peach forest.

It was watching the boy's actions.

It has always known that the young man is not Wei Zhengdao. He looks very similar, but also very different. For example, Wei Zhengdao would not do such a thing at this moment.

Li Zhuiyuan seemed to guess what it was thinking and said, "You hid yourself and suppressed yourself."

"Correct."

"So, he probably couldn't find you later. If he could find you, I think he would have come to help you relieve your pain."

"I can't face that kind of situation. Besides... my situation, once it happens, there is no solution."

"indeed."

Li Zhuiyuan didn't say anything else to it. He spread out his hands, and two red lines spread out from his palms. One was wrapped around Shan Daye's palm, and the other was wrapped around Runsheng's hand.

After hesitating for a moment, Li Zhuiyuan extended a third red line and wrapped it around Yin Meng's hand.

Having one more anchor point can reduce the difficulty for yourself.

Li Zhuiyuan began to try to enter Runsheng's consciousness. This was the process of turning Runsheng into a puppet, but the boy only knew the first half of the steps.

Under the peach forest, he stretched out his palm and a guqin appeared in front of him.

He stroked the strings with his fingertips, but eventually he withdrew his hand and put the guitar away.

It wanted to help just now, but finally chose to give up. It was not because it was afraid of bearing the consequences, but simply because it felt that it was wasting its time.

Since the young man has set up his formation, he must be confident of success.

Just like Wei Zhengdao at the beginning, no matter what difficulties he encounters, as long as he starts to work on it, the problem will be solved in the end.

Li Zhuiyuan sensed a strong murderous aura, a spirit of madness, murder, and hatred, a very traditional instinct of death. However, Run Sheng's current situation was no longer something that an ordinary death could touch.

The boy felt the pain. Ever since he was separated from his original body, the emotions that were previously traceless now had an impact on him.

Fortunately, after knowing the original body's current attitude, Li Zhuiyuan did not hesitate and simply continued to search downwards while throwing these emotional garbage to the original body to digest.

The main body did not resist, nor did it even make the slightest protest, it just accepted it all.

Perhaps, from the perspective of the original body, he cannot stop Li Zhuiyuan from wanting to revive Runsheng's consciousness. Under this premise, in order to maximize Runsheng's strength, Li Zhuiyuan must revive Runsheng's consciousness as completely as possible, thus laying a solid foundation for Runsheng to suppress himself and utilize evil spirits in the future.

The most frightening thing is the kind of person who regains consciousness but is still possessed by evil spirits, and is often unconscious and affected by them, becoming out of place.

Finally, Li Zhuiyuan found Runsheng's consciousness, which was very weak and small, but extremely strong.

The scenery in front of Li Zhuiyuan began to change rapidly, and the perspective of a young child appeared. He even saw a much younger Shan Da Ye.

At that time, Uncle Shan’s back was not so hunched. He was taller and broader. He didn’t have a hookah around his waist, but a cigarette in his mouth. Even the clothes he wore... were more fashionable than they look now.

To put it bluntly, most people are disgusted and reject this feudal superstition business. If the income is not as good as farming, who would do it?

Li Zhuiyuan had to hurry and find the location where Runsheng's consciousness was suppressed.

The reason why he failed to wake up was that at a certain point, Runsheng's consciousness was suppressed. If he wanted Runsheng to wake up, he had to help him break it.

The young man waved his hand, and the memory scenes began to flash by rapidly, so fast that it literally passed by like a flash.

Li Zhuiyuan still felt it was not fast enough, so he simply drew several lines on the ground with his toes, and then divided Runsheng's consciousness into several sections, allowing several sections to flow at the same time.

One, two, three, four...

Many images, like huge mirrors, flashed rapidly around Li Zhuiyuan.

Until his adolescence, Runsheng's most profound memory came from often not having enough to eat.

The feeling of being hungry is really uncomfortable.

But Li Zhuiyuan did not sense Runsheng's resentment, because when he was starving, Uncle Shan was also starving.

Each mirror is "from left to right", so in the process of each memory, Uncle Shan is becoming more and more hunched and old, and his living standard is constantly declining.

Among all these memories, the happiest thing for Runsheng was going to Li Sanjiang's house, which was more gratifying than the Chinese New Year.

Because he may not be able to eat enough during the Chinese New Year, but when he goes to Uncle Li's house, he can definitely eat as much as he wants.

And unlike when he was fasting and eating at the host's house, he had to light incense and endure the strange looks from people around him. At Uncle Li's house, Uncle Li would laugh and scold him for being a gluttonous mule, but would always ask himself if it was enough and whether he wanted more.

Li Zhuiyuan wants to find an anchor point about Yin Meng, but perhaps memory cannot reflect a person's entire inner world, and the boring memory monologue is only a component of a person's self-consciousness.

In short, in the memory scene where Yin Meng appeared, Li Zhuiyuan did not feel any overly strong emotional fluctuations from Runsheng.

In many pictures, Runsheng is busy at work, and after work, he looks at Yin Meng, who is standing in front of the mirror wearing new clothes and feeling good about herself.

Runsheng is very frugal in his own life, but he is willing to give money to Yin Meng so that she can go shopping and buy new clothes; Runsheng has no habit of eating snacks, but he likes to watch her eat.

With regard to the financial difficulties he had experienced in the past, he did not think about making up for it himself when conditions improved. Instead, he liked to watch Yin Meng compensate herself.

After all, Yin Meng's past was actually quite similar to his. She "lost her parents" at a young age and lived with her grandfather, so her life was not easy.

Li Zhuiyuan waved again. Since it was not in the previous memory, it must be in the back.

Soon, Li Zhuiyuan was found.

A stick suddenly appeared and smashed all the mirrors.

This stick looks familiar, it belongs to the monkey.

However, the stick was already severely damaged when it accompanied the monkey out of the black and white dividing line. After the battle, it was melted into a high-temperature iron by the monkey's blood. After the monkey was defeated, the stick could not bear the weight and broke.

Otherwise, I would have brought the stick back by myself.

The scene around him changed back to the hall where Sun Baishen was.

Li Yuan Zhenjun stood in front holding a stick, his figure was even more majestic than in reality. This was the portrait of him in Runsheng's heart, and his height represented his strength.

Opposite him, Runsheng was kneeling on the ground, his head held high, his eyes white, his teeth clenched, veins exposed.

Li Zhuiyuan understood that the reason why Runsheng's consciousness was buried so deeply was that Runsheng didn't know that things outside were over. Subconsciously, he didn't dare to let himself breathe a sigh of relief, for fear that if he let go of this breath, he would no longer be able to deal with this monkey.

To put it bluntly, Runsheng is continuing to protect himself.

Therefore, even though Runsheng absorbed a large amount of Sun Baishen's polluted merits, he was not actually lost. Unlike Tan Wenbin who was protected by his two godsons, Runsheng was able to suppress his wild instincts.

But he didn't dare to suppress it. He would rather let his self-consciousness sink and fully display his wildness, for fear that he would not have enough strength.

Li Zhuiyuan walked behind Runsheng. Because Runsheng was kneeling, the young man could put his arms around Runsheng's neck and hung himself on Runsheng.

"Brother Runsheng, the monkey is dead. We won."

At this sound, the white in Runsheng's eyes trembled for a moment, but soon became firm again.

He couldn't believe it, fearing that this was a mental attack to induce him to give up resistance.

"Brother Runsheng, the monkey is dead. We won."

Li Zhuiyuan kept repeating these words.

The way to awaken Runsheng is simpler than imagined, which is to relax this extremely tense consciousness.

Li Zhuiyuan made a lot of preparations for this, but they were basically in vain because Runsheng's will was much stronger than the young man had expected.

Gradually, the white in Runsheng's eyes began to fade away.

Finally, Runsheng's voice came:
"Xiao Yuan...really?"

"Ah."

"How... did you do that?"

How could such a powerful monkey be defeated? This was the last concern in Runsheng's mind.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Let Zhuangzhuang explain it to you. I'm too lazy to say it."

As soon as these words came out, the last of the concerns disappeared.

Because this is how Xiaoyuan would react, and Xiaoyuan would rather write it down than make a cumbersome narration.

The monkey in front became broken and gradually fell apart, and Runsheng slowly stood up.

Li Zhuiyuan left Runsheng's consciousness.

In reality, the boy slowly opened his eyes and retracted all the red lines.

It's done. The next step is for Runsheng to regain consciousness and suppress the evil spirit in his body by himself, which will take some time.

At this moment, the drunken Uncle Shan suddenly jumped up from his chair as if in a dream, crying:
"O Marquis Runsheng, my Marquis Runsheng!"

"boom!"

Ayou made a knife move and Uncle Shan's body went limp and he fainted back in his chair.

Just at this moment, Li Zhuiyuan turned his head and looked here.

Lin Shuyou scratched his head with a smile, meaning, Brother Xiaoyuan, I'll be quick.

Li Zhuiyuan nodded. Since he was already knocked unconscious, there was no need to tell Ah You the truth. Besides, Uncle Shan had been too anxious recently and was suffering even when drunk. It would be better to let him pass out for a while, which would be considered a way to recuperate.

"Click... click... click..."

Inside the pit, crisp sounds kept coming from Runsheng's body. His body, which had already recovered and even improved, was welcoming back its master.

Lin Shuyou was quickly attracted by the voice. Runsheng's physical changes were not obvious enough before, but only a body with self-awareness can circulate "Qin's Method of Watching Dragons" and revive the real body.

Ah You's eyes bulged, this was because the boy felt heavy inside.

Having just become Lord Baihe, he thought he could replace Runsheng and become the top person in the team. However, he didn't expect that before he even experienced one wave, the position was taken back by the original holder.

I was still working hard to improve the body of the medium, but who would have thought that the medium would suddenly overtake me and turn my body into a dead one.

The valves were opened one by one, sucking in the evil liquid remaining in the pit.

At this moment, the liquid that was about to run out suddenly overflowed again.

Li Zhuiyuan raised his head and looked deep into the peach forest.

How come I accidentally provided it with emotional value this time and made it feel good again?

Runsheng's eyes changed from white to green, and then the green faded, revealing black and white eyes.

He stood up from the pit, and the formation that had not been removed began to continue to suppress him.

Li Zhuiyuan deliberately did not unlock the formation, allowing it to become the first round of condition polishing after Run Sheng woke up.

The evil energy in Runsheng's body began to flow faster, and his arms gradually stretched out to both sides, like a person struggling to break free from shackles.

The battle flag on the ground was broken, and this time, no one went to repair or replace it.

When the contest between the formation and the physique reached a critical point, there was a roar, and a wave of air swept through, and the formation was broken by Runsheng's brute force in a short time.

Runsheng is back.

……

Li Sanjiang woke up from his drunkenness, sat up on the bed, picked up the teacup and gulped down the tea, then wiped his mouth and took out a cigarette and lit it for himself.

I had a slight headache, not because of the alcohol, but because of the thought that I would have to continue comforting that gossiper later.

Throwing the cigarette butt into the Jianlibao can, Li Sanjiang got out of bed and walked out of the room.

When I walked downstairs, I saw that Uncle Shan had also woken up and was holding his head and crying "ah ah ah".

"Mountain artillery..."

"Sanjiang Hou, my head hurts. Was the wine you offered me today fake?"

"I bother!"

Li Sanjiang didn't plan to comfort him. The wine was what Ayou brought him from his hometown last time. He usually couldn't bear to drink too much.

Li Zhuiyuan walked in. Uncle Shan looked at the young man and subconsciously wanted to ask something, but then he didn't dare to ask.

"I called them at noon, and they said that Runsheng had finished his work and returned home. According to his schedule, he should be back tonight."

"Little Yuan Hou, really?"

"real."

At this time, Aunt Liu's voice came from outside: "Runsheng is back."

Uncle Shan felt dizzy and his head was empty with joy. He took a few steps back and subconsciously stretched out his hand to support himself, but his hand hit nothing. As a result, he leaned back and fell directly into the coffin.

Li Sanjiang was so frightened that he rushed forward to check. He saw Uncle Shan lying on his back, struggling to get up, but due to the narrow interior of the coffin, he looked as miserable as a tortoise that had been turned over.

"Hahahahahaha!"

Li Sanjiang laughed and reached out to pull Uncle Shan out of the coffin.

"You almost scared me to death, you idiot. I thought you were relieved and ready to leave!"

Uncle Shan glared at Li Sanjiang unhappily, too lazy to debate with the old man about who would enter the coffin first.

Runsheng, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and carrying a bag, walked onto the dam, followed by Yin Meng.

Aunt Liu looked at Runsheng and lightly touched her tongue to the roof of her mouth.

Uncle Qin came back carrying a hoe at this time. When he passed by Runsheng, Runsheng bowed to him and said, "Uncle."

Uncle Qin hit Runsheng on the arm with his fist and nodded to him.

When she put down the hoe, Aunt Liu asked softly, "How did you get it out?"

Uncle Qin: "Everyone has their own fate and opportunity. This is what it means to travel along the river. This is also why so many people have flocked to that river since ancient times."

Liu Yumei sipped her tea and stared at Runsheng out of the corner of her eye. She was very satisfied.

The stronger the people around Xiao Yuanhou are, the smoother the journey along the river will be.

Moreover, what was given in the previous wave was really generous, and it seemed that everyone had undergone new changes.

"Marquis Runsheng!"

Uncle Shan rushed out of the house.

"Master."

"I call you grandpa, I call you grandpa, you are my grandpa!"

Uncle Shan kicked and beat Runsheng.

Runsheng stood still and let him hit him.

As the beating went on, Uncle Shan felt pain in his hands and feet, and a dull tingling pain as if he were pricked by a needle.

"Next time you go out, remember to call my village. You haven't even become a boss yet, but you've already sent people to pass on messages. When you really become a contractor, you'll be so proud!"

"Hey, good!"

Li Sanjiang said to Aunt Liu, "Ting Hou, let's start dinner early."

Aunt Liu: “Everything is ready.”

At the dinner table, Uncle Shan, who had just sobered up, had no appetite, so he simply sat next to Runsheng and helped him peel incense.

After Runsheng finished eating the "scallion" in his hand, he hurriedly handed over a new one that he lit.

Runsheng has a good appetite. The rich evil energy is very nourishing to the body, but it cannot flow into the stomach and be digested. He is really hungry.

Li Sanjiang blew out a smoke ring and said, "Don't they even provide fodder on the construction site?"

Runsheng: "It's not as good as the food at home. Aunt Liu's food is the best."

Li Sanjiang: "Tinghou, go and get some more noodles. It looks like it's not enough."

As he spoke, Li Sanjiang glanced at Lin Shuyou who was also wolfing down his food next to him.

I don't know what stimulated this kid tonight, he ate a lot.

Damn it, he used to mock Li Weihan for "running a school" at home, which made the whole family have to eat only porridge. If these mules could not work and earn money, he, Li Sanjiang, would not be able to afford them. The food production is so terrible.

After finishing his meal, Uncle Shan refused to stay the night here, saying that a restaurant in Xiting Town had arranged for him to have a vegetarian feast tomorrow, so he had to rush back home tonight.

Runsheng pushed out the tricycle and wanted to take him back, but Uncle Shan refused, saying that he wanted to take a walk by himself. Anyway, he had a good sleep during the day and was full of energy, so he would probably not be able to sleep at night.

Yin Meng called out to Uncle Shan: "Uncle Shan."

"Eh?" Uncle Shan shrank his back, slowly turned around, and looked at Yin Meng, "What's wrong, girl?"

He was really afraid of this girl.

"I heard that you won a lot of money."

"Ah..." Uncle Shan subconsciously covered his pocket and said hurriedly, "Well, I'm sure to lose, I'm sure to lose!"

Yin Meng spread her hands towards Uncle Shan.

Uncle Shan had a bitter face. When he came in the morning, he was able to spend money generously, because he thought something had happened to Runsheng. Now, he couldn't bear to spend it.

But looking at the white and tender hand in front of him, Uncle Shan still took out a thick stack of money from his pocket and put it in Yin Meng's hand.

Yin Meng counted out some of the money and handed it to him: "This is the money you will earn at the poker table this month. Try to lose slowly. When you can't help it, just lose a little to satisfy your craving for losing."

"Okay." Uncle Shan nodded and took the money.

Yin Meng put the remaining money into his pocket.

"Runsheng and I will go home tomorrow and buy you some rice, flour, grain and oil."

"Okay, the key to the house... the door at home just broke."

"If you are short of money in the future, just find a way yourself..."

"I understand. I'll figure it out myself."

"Try to find an excuse and ask us for it. Make it up and make it sound more convincing."

Uncle Shan's eyes lit up. He heard the different meanings in this. The money was given out, but he got a guarantee in return.

Then, Uncle Shan looked at Runsheng seriously, then turned to Yin Meng and said:
"Okay, girl, I'll make it up."

Li Sanjiang, who was standing on the dam, cursed: "Where's your face, you country bumpkin?"

Uncle Shan didn't say anything back. He put his hands behind his back, humming and staggering as he walked back.

Yin Meng had specifically asked Li Zhuiyuan about this matter before, and Li Zhuiyuan’s answer was: We must control it if we need to, so that we can cherish our blessings.

Uncle Shan was used to this way of creating gaps, but the problem was that Runsheng had already followed him across the river, so the gap had to be slightly narrowed and the original path dependence had to be changed, otherwise even Runsheng's merits of crossing the river would continue to be lost to Uncle Shan.

Li Sanjiang threw the cigarette butt in his hand to the ground, stepped on it, and murmured:

"When will Zhuangzhuang come back?"

……

Runsheng was able to go back because his injuries had recovered and he still looked human.

Now, Tan Wenbin can only sit at the same table with Benben.

Benben had a napkin and Tan Wenbin had a napkin, both tied around their necks.

In fact, Tan Wenbin is now even worse than Benben. Benben can drink milk from the bottle by himself, but when Tan Wenbin wants to drink tonic, Xiao Yingying has to feed him personally.

Both the big and the small had finished eating. Benben ate very cleanly without needing to wipe his food. However, Xiao Yingying had to wipe the corners of Tan Wenbin's mouth several times with a handkerchief.

Tan Wenbin: "Thank you for your help."

Xiao Yingying shook her head, indicating that it was not a problem.

She quite liked being with Tan Wenbin, mainly because the strong ghostly aura he exuded was also sinister and made her feel very comfortable.

Because she had to go downstairs to clean up the paper-made things, Xiao Yingying placed the stupid baby crib in front of Tan Wenbin and went downstairs first.

After eating and drinking his fill, Benben should have gone to sleep, but perhaps because he was afraid that the person sitting outside would be bored, he climbed out on his own initiative, grabbed the crib railings with both hands, and supported himself to stand up.

He can't speak yet and can only make "Aba Aba" sounds.

Unlike Xiaoyuan, who disliked children, Tan Wenbin was quite patient and played with Benben for a while.

After the fun was over, Tan Wenbin planned to take a short nap, so he signaled his two godsons to go out and let the children play together.

Just like this, Benben, holding the railing, looked to the left and then to the right, muttering something constantly, and had a lively conversation with the two resentful babies that normal people could not see at all, as if they were having a meeting.

But this lively and quiet atmosphere did not last long, because the expressions of the two resentful babies suddenly changed, and Tan Wenbin, who had just fainted with great difficulty, also widened his eyes.

He sensed:
Someone is trying to break his spell!

……

"Brother Binbin, can you still hold on?"

"Don't worry, Brother Xiaoyuan, we have already replaced three people, but their skills are not good enough to break it."

Everyone stood in the room, surrounding Tan Wenbin.

Just now, three people tried to break the spell, but failed.

This curse was specially cast by Tan Wenbin on the two children. It can be said that it is deeply integrated with the two children themselves. If they want to break the curse, they have to fight with Tan Wenbin from a distance.

Li Zhuiyuan: "It's really fast. He should have returned."

Only the Taoist temple where the Taoist priest is located can invite three truly skilled Taoists to break the curse at once.

Tan Wenbin: "Another change of players, this time there's something special!"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Do you need help?"

Tan Wenbin: "I think I can continue to compete with him."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Don't force it."

Tan Wenbin's eyes flashed with a gleam of light, and he smiled and said, "I understand, Brother Xiaoyuan."

Immediately, Tan Wenbin began to look painful and his breathing became weak.

The two children were fighting fiercely, but the godfather became weak first. Although he didn't understand why, he understood and became weak as well.

It looks like the opponent is very strong and we are not strong enough to match them.

Li Zhuiyuan: "You all go out first."

Runsheng, Lin Shuyou and Yin Meng all walked out of the room. Li Zhuiyuan picked up the bronze mirror on the table, pressed red mud on his fingers, rubbed the mirror surface a few times, and then stood it up.

In an instant, the formation was activated. This formation had no killing power. Its only effect was to make the situation in the room appear gray and gloomy, as if it was covered with a layer of gray light and shadow effects, making the people inside look miserable.

After doing all this, Li Zhuiyuan started to walk in the Yin direction.

Tan Wenbin raised a finger, and a red line flew out from Li Zhuiyuan's right hand and wrapped around the finger.

Faintly, I seemed to hear a wailing:
“Ah…ah…it hurts…it hurts so much…it’s so uncomfortable…”

The curse cast by Tan Wenbin takes effect slowly. Although there will be symptoms in the early stages, they will not be too serious. The Taoist priest is now showing so much pain. On the one hand, it may be because he is really useless and has no future. On the other hand, he may be deliberately exaggerating and acting pitiful in the Taoist temple.

In the Yin state, you can see the two resentful babies holding their hands together, and a ball of black mist swirled around the two children, and then some purple air was mixed in the black mist.

The other party wants to trace the source through the connection of the spell.

Seeing that the other party was having some difficulty, Li Zhuiyuan couldn't help but quietly lend a hand and help them with the construction.

Soon, a blurry mirror appeared in the mist. On the other side of the mirror stood a middle-aged man in a yellow Taoist robe. His specific features could not be seen clearly, but his face looked resolute and angular.

Similarly, when the other party looked at him through the mirror, it was equally blurry. However, because he had arranged the atmosphere effect in advance, in the other party's eyes, he and others should look pale, overdrawn, and gritting their teeth to make the last struggle.

If you want to catch good fish, you have to prepare the bait well.

Tan Wenbin has already laid the initial groundwork, and now it is Li Zhuiyuan's turn to take the stage and continue the performance.

The boy didn't want to tell the other party his identity directly, otherwise the other party would slide to his knees.

The voice from the other end came with the majesty of someone who had been in a superior position for a long time:

"The act of casting a curse is not tolerated by the righteous path!"

Li Zhuiyuan's face was pale but his eyes were determined:

"Why don't you ask him what he did?"

"Those who practice the art of controlling ghosts are despised by the righteous path!"

Li Zhuiyuan said indignantly: "Does the kidnapping of children mean that justice can tolerate it?"

"That is the law of fate. Wen Chenzi is just guiding his own fate, following the cause and effect, and fulfilling the destiny."

"I only know that if you take something without asking, you are a thief!"

"presumptuous!"

An angry roar was heard, and the force of the one trying to break the curse suddenly increased.

Tan Wenbin's throat trembled. He really didn't have much blood to spit out, so he could only induce vomiting of the tonic he had just drunk in the evening to cope with the situation.

Anyway, the mirror is blurry, and with Brother Xiaoyuan's arrangement here, it looks like he spat out a large mouthful of black blood.

"Why do you say that it is destiny and that if we stop you from stealing the child, it is unacceptable to the righteous path?"

"Why do you think you are qualified to discuss this with me?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Does it mean that in your opinion, whoever has the bigger fist is right?"

"What else? You are so naive."

"Okay, I get it now."

"Quickly break the spell and bring the two children to my Qingcheng Mountain. I think you are young and can still change if you go astray. If you do menial work in my temple for 60 years, your sins will be forgiven!
This is also the opportunity I grant to you. Ordinary evil cultivators are not qualified to enter the gate of my temple. Therefore, after you enter the temple, you should sincerely reflect on your mistakes, mend your past mistakes, resolve your grudges, and be grateful for your kindness!
otherwise……"

Li Zhuiyuan asked: "What else should we do?"

"If you don't know how to cherish it and don't repent, I will go to Nantong in person, holding the sword of righteousness, cleansing the evil for heaven and earth, and destroying your entire family of evil cultivators!"

Tan Wenbin looked horrified and shouted, "No, no, this is something I did alone..."

Li Zhuiyuan stared at the other party with anger on his face and said in a deep voice: "How dare you!"

"I, Ling Fengzi, have never lied in my life, and I always keep my word!"

Hearing this, Li Zhuiyuan stood up straight, flicked his fingertips, and the bronze mirror fell down.

In an instant, Taoist Ling Fengzi on the opposite side felt that the other side of the mirror became extremely clear in an instant, and the young man no longer had the panic and resentment he had before, but instead had a calm face, and his eyes were even colder and indifferent:
"Okay, it's a deal."

(End of this chapter)