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"It's, that simple?" Luo Zaibang couldn't help but doubt.
Then why did they rack their brains to plot against the Luo Minxin family?
The smile froze on Luo Youheng's face.
Thinking about it, Daoist Cai did not know how much thought was wasted in order to solve Zhao Xiaolan before, but in the end not only did he not succeed, but he also took his own life.
Why did they come to Song Fengchen's place, and they just said a few words, they didn't even meet Zhao Xiaolan, and the matter was resolved?
He couldn't help but look up at Song Fengchen.
Could it be that Song Fengchen was lying to him?
Or do you want to be black and black?
It's not impossible, after all, he counted Luo Minxin's family first, and Song Lanzhi was Song Fengchen's sister¡ª¡ª
Thinking of this, Luo Youheng's heart tightened.
Song Fengchen raised his eyebrows calmly.
Daoist Cai is trying to plot against Zhao Xiaolan and keep Luo Youheng's family, but what he wants to do is the exact opposite.
The two of them have different starting points and different methods, and the results are naturally very different.
Regarding this, Song Fengchen only said: "Of course the matter is not over yet."
He pointed to the blood-red letter paper in Luo Youheng's hand, "This letter is both a contract and a reminder."
Luo Youheng followed Song Fengchen's line of sight and looked over, not knowing why.
Song Fengchen explained: "The period is one month. Within one month, if you can complete the three things you wrote on the deed paper, this letter paper will be restored to its original state, and you will naturally be safe and sound."
Luo Youheng asked subconsciously: "What if it can't be done?"
Song Fengchen smiled slightly: "The day this letter paper completely turns black is the day when you die suddenly."
Luo Youheng shook his hands.
Just listen to Song Fengchen continue to say: "The most important thing is that if the contract can be reached, it can naturally be torn up."
He didn't mind threatening Luo Youheng.
Luo Youheng's complexion changed: "What does Mr. Song mean?"
Song Fengchen said with a serious face: "So this contract can only be regarded as a delay. In order to prevent things from changing, the key is to save Zhao Xiaolan before she changes her mind."
Song Fengchen spoke clearly and logically, and most of the doubts in Luo Youheng's eyes were immediately dispelled, and he followed Song Fengchen's train of thought: "Mr. Song has any other orders, just tell me, I can't bear your surprise. "
Song Fengchen smiled, and Luo Youheng believed it.
He said: "It's actually not difficult to save Zhao Xiaolan. Didn't Mr. Luo promise to erect a monument for Zhao Xiaolan's mother and daughter before?"
Luo Youheng nodded.
"Just do something about Zhao Xiaolan's coffin and tombstone." Song Fengchen knocked on the table, "The coffin where Zhao Xiaolan is placed must be made of peach wood, her ten finger bones and toe bones must be wrapped with white silk cloth, and the coffin cover must be nailed. There can only be more nails and no less nails, with seven nails going up and twelve nails at the top."
"Later I will bring you more than twenty ghost-speeding charms. After setting up Zhao Xiaolan's tombstone, your family must pour a bowl of blood on her tombstone every day. Before the bloodletting, burn a ghost-speeding charm , rootless water to take. When the bowl of blood splashed out directly falls to the ground instead of being absorbed by the tombstone, it means that Zhao Xiaolan has been passed away."
"By the way, there can't be a one-day gap between them, or all previous efforts will be wasted." Song Fengchen reminded, "Have you remembered it?"
Luo Youheng nodded, and then asked hesitantly: "Does it have to be the blood of our family?"
How painful is it to have a bowl of blood every day!
Luo Youheng touched his left wrist subconsciously, with a bitter face.
Originally, he was still thinking about what Song Fengchen meant by asking them to pay a little price before, and the feelings should be here.
Luo Youheng thought about it, and the distrust of Song Fengchen in his heart disappeared immediately.
"The person who tied the bell needs to be untied." Song Fengchen explained: "Zhao Xiaolan became a resentful ghost because of your family, and only the blood of your family can wash away her resentment."
Otherwise, Luo Youheng and his son could sit here?
Luo Youheng nodded and understood.
Song Fengchen turned around and went into the bedroom. Half an hour later, he came out with a stack of freshly baked talisman papers, handed them to Luo Youheng, and said: "This is a ghost-saving talisman. There are twenty-five pieces in total. It should be enough. If If something goes wrong in the middle, just come to me again.¡±
Luo Youheng's expression perked up, and he quickly took the stack of ghost charms over, sniffing.?The smell of blood coming to his face made him happy, his square purple chest flushed with red light, and he said repeatedly: "Thank you Mr. Song, Mr. Song's kindness, my Luo family will definitely remember it. "
"It should."
Song Fengchen picked up the water bowl on the table and hid the faint smile on his face.
The meaning of seeing off guests could not be more obvious.
Luo Youheng immediately said very wittily: "The matter is urgent, we father and son will not bother you, and visit Mr. Song again when we have time."
"That's fine, both of you, go slowly." Song Fengchen stood up.
After taking a few steps, Luo Youheng and his son disappeared around the corner in a hurry. Song Fengchen turned around and went back to the living room, grabbed the six stacks of unions and entered the room, feeling extremely comfortable.
He didn't feel guilty at all for taking the money.
Luo Youheng wanted to get rid of Zhao Xiaolan's vendetta, so he gave an idea, which was enough to ensure that Luo Youheng could get what he wanted.
As for the process, it doesn't matter.
Song Fengchen took out a stack of banknotes and kept them separately. This was Luo Youheng's apology to Luo Minxin's family. He planned to send it to Luo Minxin when he entered the city again.
The remaining five thousand yuan was stuffed into the closet by him. Counting the little savings he had saved before, the money in his hand just broke through five figures.
million households.
Song Fengchen was satisfied.
After finishing these, he turned around and walked to the table, and the ten stand-in straw figures caught his eyes.
He grabbed the two grass figurines on the left in the upper row, and tore off the white paper with the words Luo Youheng, Luo Zaibang, etc. stuck in front of them.
Then cut out two blank sheets of paper again, and wrote the names of the two people with a pen, and wrote the names of Yuexi Village, Dong County, Li Province on the address line.
Putting down the pen, he pasted the two pieces of white paper on the two straw figures respectively, and then put the straw figures back to their original positions.
Immediately following him, he took a step back, his hands formed quickly, and he muttered something.
At the next moment, a white light suddenly burst out from the two straw figures, and a few breaths later, a black light burst out from the two straw figures in the same position in the lower row.
Between the interlacing of light and shadow, something seemed to break out of the body.
On the field ridge, Luo Youheng and his son, who were turning sideways to make way for an ox cart, suddenly shivered together, and a chill rushed from the soles of their feet to the cerebral cortex.
Luo Youheng stomped his feet subconsciously, all he was thinking about was Zhao Xiaolan.
Luo Zaibang tightened his clothes, his eyes touched the gray sky above his head, thinking it was because the sky had changed, he said, "Dad, let's go faster, it seems to be raining again."
"Okay." Luo Youheng responded, and then quickened his pace.
After finishing the affairs of the Luo family, Song Fengchen started to drill into the deep mountains and old forests every day.
It was not until September, when the weather turned fine and the rainy season was coming to an end, that there were fewer and fewer wild mushrooms in the mountains, and he finally gave up.
During this period, Xu Junmin received several replies from old relatives and friends one after another, knowing that the current situation is worse than they expected.
The only thing that could comfort Xu Junmin was probably the reply letter from Mr. Xi on the day of Bailu. The letter was not long, and it was mostly words of condolence and encouragement.
What really convinced Xu Junmin was the box of tea that came with the letter, Xihu Longjing, which Xigong especially liked.
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