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Chapter 577 Can't afford it

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    One moment the old man's voice was excited and greedy, but the next moment it became full of fear.

    His bony face was about to become ferocious, and his eyeballs were about to protrude.

    "You broke my birthday bowl! Let go!"

    He used to have a male duck voice, but it became extremely sharp. He kicked my stomach hard, and my hands were also separated by his force.

    I fell a few meters with a bang and hit a coffin by the wall, and the whole coffin fell down.

    The mummy in the coffin hit me even more.

    Fortunately, the coffin was thin, and the body didn't have much moisture, so I didn't hurt anywhere.

    My originally heavy body is also recovering quickly, and my drowsy head is also clearing up quickly, and the voice that drives me in my head has also disappeared.

    At the same time, the old man knelt on the ground straight, holding the broken copper bowl in his hand, but the copper bowl still became torn apart and fell to the ground.

    The old man's body was trembling extremely, he stared at the broken copper bowl, and then at me, as if he was nervous, saying what is your fate?

    I didn't answer him, but my heart beat fast too.

    The old man's mind seems to have been confused a lot because of the shattering of the copper bowl?

    Or, this hit him too hard?  That's why he became like this?

    My body completely returned to normal, I pushed away the mummy and thin coffin that were pressing on me, and stood up abruptly.

    At a glance, I saw a black mahogany sword hanging from the waist of the mummy.

    I took the sword directly into my hand, there was nothing wrong with it, but it was barely usable.

    I rushed towards the old man with big strides, I replaced the stick with a sword, and slashed towards the old man's shoulder.

    The old man suddenly jumped at me.

    There was no sign of his movement, and he was kneeling on the ground. This pounced movement just made me cut a hole.

    With a whoosh, he slipped directly under my crotch.

    I turned around abruptly, and went after the old man again.

    As a result, there were a few soft rustling sounds above the beams.

    Several colorful paper figurines fell from the beams and just stood in front of me.

    I raised my hand to split the paper figurine, but there was a snort, and a flame burst out from under the paper figurine. The fire was too fast and fierce.

    I only dared to step back and dodge, and in an instant, the paper figurine was burnt clean, leaving only a few steel wires floating in the room.

    The old man also disappeared

    Boom boom boom, the heart was pounding, almost jumping out of the throat.

    I cautiously glanced inside the house, only to find a narrow hole under the coffin I knocked over just now, like a dog hole in an old house.

    The old man ran away.

    I took a deep breath and stopped chasing after it. I quickly picked up the copper bowl on the ground, and then I immediately turned around and left the house.

    Just now the old man smeared longevity soil on Feng Jun's face and kicked Feng Jun.

    It seems that Feng Jun was seriously injured, but I clearly know that if the old man eats all the soil, or eats most of it, Feng Jun will undoubtedly die. If he is kicked and his life soil is thrown away, Feng Jun can turn the danger into safety.

    Feng Jun was still lying on the ground, his face was covered with dirt, and the moonlight shone on him, making him look a bit bleak.

    I quickly walked to his side, and while helping him to sit up, I quickly wiped off the dirt on his face with my hands.

    I moved a cautious mind, and did not throw away the soil, but took out a piece of fine linen paper to wrap the soil.

    There must be something wrong with the copper bowl. People who have touched the copper bowl for a little longer will lose their minds and take the initiative to hold the soil on the mountain, and then pour blood into it.

    I don't know what kind of spell it is, so that people's vitality and life span all enter this soil, and it becomes the longevity soil that the old man said.  After I cleaned up all the longevity dirt on Feng Jun's face, I realized that his face was not as black as before. The thin and messy eyebrows and the broken eyebrows were gradually recovering, and the bridge of the nose returned to normal.

    I grabbed him hard, but within a few seconds, Feng Jun's eyes widened suddenly, and he gasped for breath.

    I patted him on the back, and Feng Jun coughed again. After a while, he finally recovered from his breath.

    Turning his head, Feng Jun smiled miserably: "Mr. Luo, thank you very much."

    "What happened just now?" I still asked Feng Jun.

    Feng Juncai told me,?After we got out of the car, I found that I didn¡¯t take the bowl at the back. The bowl looked unusual, and he thought it was something important, so I forgot it.

    He went to get it and handed it to me, but as soon as he touched it, his hand was cut, and there was a voice in his head driving him. Although he was awake, he also felt dizzy and couldn't control it.  Body.

    Then he went up the mountain, reached a place to hold soil, and then knelt down in front of the room.

    He could hear my voice behind him and knew that I was following, but he just couldn't break free from this weird control.

    Feng Jun spoke very fast, and what he said was similar to what I guessed.

    "Go down the mountain first, and we'll talk when we go back." I pulled Feng Jun up from the ground again.

    "Mr. Luo, my strength has recovered a lot. It's not a big deal. I just feel a little empty. That old man is really weird. He eats the soil soaked in my blood. What is Shoutu?" Feng Jun was terrified.  Said.

    I didn't answer much. If he knew that this was stealing his life, he would probably be so frightened that his legs went limp.

    Urge him to go down the mountain first, and at the same time I think more.

    Feng Jun must have also affected his fate. This longevity soil is still in my hands, so it should be able to make up for it?

    The speed of going down the mountain is much faster than that of going up the mountain, but during the period, I always feel that someone is watching secretly behind me. I turned my head several times, but I didn't find anyone.

    But I know it must be the old man.

    At the foot of the mountain, Feng Jun's car had its headlights on, and Qi Lanxin walked back and forth beside him, clearly waiting anxiously.

    After seeing us, she opened her eyes wide and covered her mouth in astonishment, and then asked us what happened?  How did you get into such a mess?

    I was silent for a while, and just said: "Mr. Qi has a problem, and there is a problem on the mountain of Qi's family. If there is anything to do, go back to Feng's house first." "Has your father been taken to Feng's house?" Followed me  I asked again.

    Qi Lanxin nodded quickly and said that she did exactly what I said, not only asked her mother to take someone to Feng's house, but also told Master Feng about other things.

    "Did Mr. Feng stop you?" I asked.

    Qi Lanxin said in a low voice: "My mother probably took someone away secretly. My grandfather basically won't come out when he goes to the attic without notice."

    "Miss Qi, please drive, Feng Jun is not in good health."

    I nodded, opened the door at the back of the car, let Feng Jun in first, and I sat in the co-pilot.

    Qi Lanxin went to drive.

    All the way towards Feng's house, Feng Jun next to him was obviously too tired and began to doze off.

    I took out the broken copper bowl from my pocket and squinted at it for a while.

    The bowl was broken, and the pattern on it disappeared again.

    But it didn't feel that heavy, and it didn't cut my hand.

    Now think back to the scene just now.

    This bowl was broken because it couldn't bear my life.

    If it is not broken, I am afraid that after the old man asked me to hold it, I will end up like Feng Jun (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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