Hao Jingde did not continue to chase Fugui, but returned to Haojiawan and cremated Qiulian's body.

After the villa was completed, the woman named Bai did not live immediately and wanted to find someone to manage the villa in the local area. Hao Jingde stayed with his extraordinary ability to manage flowers and trees in the courtyard.

His cultivation is much higher than that of Qi Yue. In addition, his deliberate hiding, Qi Yue could not see his anger at all. He always thought that he was just an ordinary person with some flower and tree skills.

Hao Jingde was waiting, waiting for Hao Fugui to come to him again.

The book "Golden Mirror Treasure Mirror" that was snatched away by Hao Fugui was fake. Hao Jingde knew in his heart that his son's cultivation must have been quite high in the past so many years, so he kept a hand.

Hao Fugui has not given up on "The Golden Mirror" for so many years and will definitely not give up.

Who knew that five or six years had passed, but Hao Fugui never came back to find him.

Speaking of this, a drop of turbid tears slipped out of Hao Jingde's eyes and sighed, "My biggest regret in my life is that I failed to destroy the cultivation of that rebellious son with my own hands. I'm sorry to the old woman."

I looked at Lao Hao's face with a twisted scar, thought for a while and said, "Uncle Hao, have you ever thought that he has not come back to find you, may he have already..."

I didn't continue to say the following words, maybe he already understood it in his heart.

No matter how much Lao Hao hates his son, Hao Fugui may be the last bloodline of the Hao family.

Old Hao was stunned for a moment, looked up at me, his eyes becoming more muddy.

After a long time, his lips trembled and he asked, "You mean, he is dead?"

I didn't shake my head or nod, and said silently, "I have a friend whose master is Mr. Hei. I don't know what the name is. People call him Mr. Yan, but his age is a little different from your son's age. Your son should be in his early thirties. When I met Mr. Yan two years ago, he looked like he was in his forties."

"The age of those who practice cultivation cannot be seen." Lao Hao looked at him, "If you practice evil magic, the backlash will damage your life, and it will look much older than your actual age. Girl, what kind of person is Mr. Yan you met?"

I told Lao Hao about Gu Xiwen and Mr. Yan.

During the whole story, Lao Hao remained silent and could not see any sadness and joy on his face.

After saying that, none of us spoke again, and the air in the room seemed to suddenly condense.

"Retribution, this is all retribution!" After a long time, Lao Hao suddenly murmured, then raised his head and laughed.

The air flowed again and became weird.

Lao Hao's laughter was even worse than crying.

After a long time, he suddenly stood up tremblingly, as if he had become decades old in an instant. He staggered to a table, picked up three incense sticks and lit them into the incense burner and said, "Old woman, have you heard it? That rebellious son is dead, he is dead. Someone finally avenged your revenge with Xiaoshuang and Xiaoquan!"

After saying that, Lao Hao's voice suddenly changed and he coughed violently. He bent down his body and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his nose and mouth.

"Uncle Hao!" I rushed up to support his trembling body, not knowing how to comfort him.

Facing children, even the most powerful parents are still unarmed.

"I'm fine!" Old Hao waved his hand slightly, pulled up the corner of his mouth and showed a bitter smile that was even worse than crying, "Child, do you hate him?"

I moved my eyes away from Lao Hao's face, lowered my head and said nothing.

Of course, I hate Mr. Yan, but I can't blame Lao Hao for being the one who is much more difficult than me.

They don’t even know who they want to hate, maybe they hate themselves more.

I helped Lao Hao sit back on the chair, poured a glass of water and handed it to his lips and said, "Uncle Hao, you have some water!"

After drinking a few sips of water, Lao Hao's mood seemed much calmer.

But my eyes were covered in dust, and there was no glimmer of the glitter I saw in the past.

"It seems that the jars prepared for Xiaoshuang and Xiaoquan can only be left empty forever."

It turns out that two of the three urns on the table are empty inside.

Lao Hao turned his head empty and looked at the urn on the table and said, "I have washed my hands with golden basin. I gave you that book, and I only planned to look at your fortune and will. But the son repays the debt of the father. Since the rebellious son owes you, I will help you today, old man, so I can pay off the cause and effect for him!"

As he said that, Lao Hao found two small half-moon bronze veins from his body, and his body was shiny and round. He could tell at a glance that he had been rubbed by someone many times. The fifteen-level horizontal lines on the convex surface represent the twelve hours and the three realms. The plane carved with the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams, and at first glance, he saw that he had something that had been around for some time.

Lao Hao muttered something and gently threw the cup onto the table.

The first hexagram is the holy veil.

The second hexagram is laughing.

The third hexagram, the holy veil.

During this period, I have worked hard to practice the things in "Golden Mirror Treasure Mirror" and have gradually figured out some tricks about divination. In the past, I often saw my fourth uncle and grandmother using three copper coins to divine. The first time I saw someone, I used a divination, and I didn't understand it.

Lao Hao didn't explain anything to me. He picked up two bronze veins from the table and handed them to me and said, "You can take this thing, I won't teach you how to use it. Whether you can realize it depends on your luck."

I was stunned and quickly refused: "Uncle Hao, this is too expensive. I can't ask for your stuff anymore. You have helped me too much."

Lao Hao put the bronze veil on the table, turned around and walked into the inner room, and said as he walked: "You are the last divination of my life. This thing will be of no use to me in the future. If you really don't want it, just throw it away."

Seeing Lao Hao say this, it would be too pretentious if I refuse, so I silently picked up the pair of bronze veins on the table and held them in my palm.

"Thank you!" I bowed to Lao Hao's back.

Lao Hao paused, "Don't always make up these useless things, I don't need them, you go! Wait for me under that tree at midnight tonight."

After saying this, Lao Hao's voice disappeared into the dim inner room.

His back seemed to be a little more hunched.

I walked out of the wooden house silently and gently brought it to the door. Sean sat at the door, looking at me with bright eyes.

"Shawn, let's go!" I said to Sean softly.

In order not to cause more trouble to Lao Hao, I went around and returned to the villa from the garden.

Mrs. Chen had already prepared supper and was standing at the door of the villa and looking around the garden.

When I saw Sean and me, I smiled unnaturally and said, "Grandma, the rice is ready and the soup is stewed. Go and eat it while it's hot!"

When I walked into the villa, I saw two stir-fry dishes and a bowl of soup on the dining table.

The fragrance is tempting and exudes the sweetness of fresh blood.

When I smelled the fragrance, my stomach seemed to be even hungry, and my blood all over my body began to get slightly hot.


Chapter completed!