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Chapter Forty-Three

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    What happened so suddenly, Luo Youheng was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his hand to wipe his face, his eyes shifted from Cai Daochang's body to his left hand, and his eyes were bright red.

    He opened his mouth, his voice slightly hoarse, "Cai Daochang¡ª"

    Before he finished speaking, he saw Cai Daochang covering his chest with one hand, and leaning on the table with the other hand, his facial features were distorted to the point of deformation, and he shouted angrily: "He Fangxiao, how dare you spoil my good deeds!"

    Luo Youheng's heart was agitated, and he asked repeatedly: "Daoist Cai, what happened?"

    Daoist Cai panted heavily, cold sweat pouring down his forehead like rain.  He tried his best to suppress the colic in his viscera, and said through gritted teeth: "The Tiankeng suppression method I gave to Luo Minxin's family was forcibly broken."

    "What?" How could Luo Youheng not know the seriousness of the matter, and almost blurted out: "Then Luo Min believes that they won't die?"

    Daoist Cai's heart was blocked, and he gave Luo Youheng a hard look, who cares about the life and death of Luo Minxin's family up to now.  He was afraid that the opponent did not break his formation by accident, but his colleagues were doing tricks.

    The only thing to blame is that his methods are too insidious. When something like this happens, the other party will inevitably follow the clues to find him.

    It's okay if the other party is a rampant fool, he just cleans it up.  But if the other party is a stubborn stubble with full confidence, then things will be a big deal.

    Even before he knew who his opponent was, Taoist Cai was already thinking of quitting.

    Just when Daoist Cai was still hesitating between watching the situation and taking the opportunity to slip away, the dining table under him and the whole three-story building suddenly shook violently.

    "What's going on?" Luo Youheng hugged his head subconsciously, lay down on the ground, and shouted in horror: "There's an earthquake!"

    No.

    Seeing that the bowls and chopsticks on the dining table moved to the edge of the dining table a little bit with the shaking, but returned to their original positions at the moment of failure.  Cai Daochang's heartbeat faltered, his eyes cracked, and he exclaimed: "No, that guy has already touched¡ª"

    Before the words fell, the ground trembled suddenly, and the wind suddenly rose.

    Daoist Cai's heart was ringing with alarm bells, and he quickly stabilized his mind.  He bit the tip of his tongue, quickly pinched his fingers with his left hand, muttered something, and then sprayed a mouthful of blood on his left hand.  He put his blood-stained index finger and middle finger together, and wiped it on his forehead.

    A red light flashed, and when I looked again, there was no sign of Luo Youheng's family, and the surrounding lights flickered.  He looked along the piercing reputation, and five cyan curtains rushed towards him like covering the sky and covering the sky.

    Daoist Cai was terrified, and hurriedly backed away, but he didn't expect that the curtain was so fast that it had already passed in front of him in an instant.

    Just at the moment when the curtains crossed Daochang Cai, the sound of breaking the air stopped, followed by five curtains intertwined with each other, forming a boxy cocoon in an instant, and firmly imprisoning Daochang Cai in it.

    In panic, there was only one thought left in Cai Daochang's mind.

    To suffer

    The time went back to five minutes ago.

    Dong County, in the small courtyard of the Luo family.

    Song Lanzhi hurried back with a half bottle of dried melon wine borrowed from a neighbor's house.

    Four things have already been placed on the table in front of Song Fengchen, a straw man the size of a palm, a small bowl of fresh rooster blood, a set of five emperors' money, and a large basin of clear water.

    Song Lanzhi silently put the wine bottle next to the straw man.

    Song Fengchen took a pair of scissors, cut off a trouser leg from a pair of worn-out trousers, and then evenly split the trouser leg into five cloth strips.

    After finishing these, he said, "Okay."

    Song Lanzhi tensed her spine subconsciously, and hid in the house according to Song Fengchen's previous instructions.

    Through the window, Song Fengchen picked up the hoe in the corner, walked to the pit, aimed at the five porcelain bowls in the wooden box, and smashed them down one by one from left to right.

    After the rapid knocking sound, five thunderbolts with the thickness of the mouth of a bowl slashed down from the sky¡ª¡ª

    Song Lanzhi had never seen such a battle before, after a moment of sluggishness, her face was pale, and she couldn't care less about thinking, and rushed out with staggering steps.

    The moment she stepped half a foot out of the threshold, Song Fengchen jumped down from the top of the second floor and landed firmly on the ground.  Mahogany chest.

    Song Lanzhi's footsteps faltered, and she held on to the door frame to stabilize her body.

    As soon as the open fire was extinguished, Song Fengchen walked forward quickly. The hut had turned into ruins, and an indescribable stench came over his face. The earth pit the size of a dining table had evolved into two table tennis courts.Third child, is something wrong?  "

    At this moment, as if sensing something, Song Fengchen opened his mouth and said with a rather strange expression: "It's all right."

    Daoist Cai, who finally escaped from the sky, looked ecstatic. He supported the table to barely stand still, and shouted: "Master Patriarch bless¡ª¡ª"

    Then the voice changed, and he said bitterly: "You dog, don't let me know who you are, or you will have to repay me a hundred times for the suffering I have suffered today."

    As he spoke, he raised his hand and slammed the table hard.

    However, I didn't want the already dilapidated table to withstand such tossing, only to hear a crash, and the table fell apart.

    Daoist Cai, who was unable to react, just fell down like this, and aimed his forehead impartially at an exposed long nail on the table frame.

    His limbs twitched, his eyes were full of disbelief, he opened his mouth, but he could no longer speak.

    Hu Province, Changning Guanzhong.

    The old Taoist who was closing his eyes and resting his mind suddenly opened his eyes, and then his face turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His pupils constricted, and he called out in a mournful voice: "My son¡ª" (remember this site's website: www.  hlnovel.com
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