Wang Zhi still didn't speak, his whole body became twisted due to severe pain, and he stared at us, as if he wanted to cut us into pieces with his eyes.
Dahuang glanced at Old Cat and asked: "Old Master Cat, isn't your method powerful enough?"
The old cat said calmly: "It doesn't matter, just soak him for a while."
As he spoke, he picked up the boy's urine and slowly poured the boy's urine into the wound on Wang Zhi's back.
Smoke billowed out, and Wang Zhi's screams were deafening, but the old guy was really strong and barely uttered a word.
Old Mao fell down for a while and saw that Wang Zhi was almost gone. He finally gave up the torture and shook his head and said: "As expected of the three elders. Although his character is a bit low-key, he still has his backbone."
After that, the old cat threw the empty bottle out and said, "Forget it, it's better to ask for help than to ask for yourself. Rujun shouldn't have gone far, let's go look for it ourselves."
I glanced at the dying Wang Zhi who had been tortured by the old cat, and asked: "What should I do with this old guy?"
The old cat said calmly: "He can't break free from the red rope. When the sun comes out, he will naturally disperse."
I nodded. Indeed, there is no need to be so kind when dealing with these ruthless ghosts, so the old cat Dahuang and I hurriedly chased them in the distance.
Without making any progress, Wang Jing drove a car to catch up with us. No matter how fast we ran, we couldn't run faster than a car. It was indeed a better way to find us by car.
After getting on the bus, I didn’t see Wang Zihao, so I was startled and asked, “Xiaojing, where is Wang Zihao?”
Xiaojing said: "It was almost dawn, so Zihao found a corner to rest by himself. This time, he was seriously injured. I'm afraid he won't be able to recover for a long time."
I sighed. In this situation, Wang Rujun was lucky that there were still people who were willing to follow her wholeheartedly.
The car started and drove forward. We drove for about ten minutes until the east was already turning white. I felt more and more desperate, and I became more and more desperate to find Wang Rujun.
Wang Jing didn't say anything, but I saw she was already sweating.
However, at this moment, Wang Jing suddenly shouted "Ah", then accelerated suddenly and drove forward. I took a closer look and saw a lonely and stubborn figure on the side of the mountain road not far away.
Move forward slowly.
With her thin clothes and thin figure, it was clearly Wang Rujun’s back!
"Rujun!" I rolled down the window and shouted loudly, hoping that this time we had really found him and not mistakenly recognized the person.
The figure heard my shout, stopped immediately, and then turned around. At that moment, I saw Wang Rujun's figure and face, familiar eyes, and familiar smile. I didn't expect that in such a desperate situation,
, she could still show such an indifferent smile.
The moment I saw her smile, a big stone in my heart finally fell to the ground. Rujun was indeed fine. No matter how ruthless and cunning those evil ghost elders were, they still could not kill Wang Rujun.
We quickly stopped at the roadside, and Xiaojing almost rushed over, hugged Wang Rujun tightly, and asked: "Rujun, you are not injured, are you? Are you okay?"
Wang Rujun smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine. It's just that Zihao sacrificed a lot for me this time."
The old cat walked out of the car silently, lit a cigarette, and said softly: "It's true that good people don't live long, and they cause harm to the rest of the world for thousands of years..."
Dahuang glanced at the old cat and asked: "Master, why do you feel that you don't like Wang Rujun very much?"
The old cat said: "No, you feel wrong."
I hurriedly walked forward, looked at Wang Rujun, and found that there were indeed no wounds on her body, and the distance could probably be calculated. Before Wang Zhi and the others felt it, Wang Rujun had already anticipated the danger and asked Wang Zihao to leave cover.
He escaped along the mountain road.
With such judgment and decision-making ability, he is worthy of being the last patriarch of the Wang family.
I quickly said: "Rujun, we have brought Mingjun's body back."
Wang Rujun nodded, smiled and said: "Thank you, how is Zihao? Did anything happen?"
Xiaojing said quickly: "Zihao was defeated by Wang Zhi and the others. He is very weak now, but he is still there and has not been broken up."
Wang Rujun showed a guilty look on his face, sighed softly, and said: "With Zihao's qualifications, he could have quickly become a master of the fifth level of Qing, but with the current situation, I'm afraid he will never improve again in the future.
Already..."
Seeing Wang Rujun's desolate expression, I couldn't help but empathize with him and said, "In such an emergency, you are lucky to have survived. I think even if Zihao is given a choice again, he will save you without hesitation.
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Wang Rujun nodded, but still did not hide the guilt in his heart.
At this time, the old cat came over with a cigarette in his mouth and asked: "Then what should we do now? Rujun, do you want to choose a new grave for your sister to bury?"
Wang Rujun nodded and said: "That's right, we must find an expert who understands Feng Shui to help Mingjun choose a new Feng Shui treasure land, but..."
"It's just what?" As soon as I heard those three words, I knew in my heart that it was definitely not good.
Sure enough, Wang Rujun said: "It's just that it's easy to find an expert in Feng Shui. But my sister has passed away a long time ago, and her birth date is too far apart. It's really hard to find an expert who can judge Feng Shui for her."
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The old cat took a deep drag on the cigarette, threw the cigarette butt far away, and said: "What's the hurry? Anyway, we are temporarily safe now. Let's get in the car first, find a place to have morning tea, and chat while eating."
With that said, we all got on the bus, Rujun sat in the side, and the three of us old men crowded in the back.
After all, Lao Mao is a Cantonese and has an unforgettable love for morning tea. It may be possible for him not to find a woman, but it is absolutely impossible for him to leave morning tea.
Fortunately, Wang Jing also knows a lot about morning tea culture. We drove to the nearest Tang Palace, where three men and two women sat down and started enjoying the morning time.
Unexpectedly, we, who were in such a mess last night, are now living a comfortable and emotional life.
Except for the fact that we all have some wounds and stains on our bodies, which attract the waiters' frequent glances, in other respects, we are really no different from normal people.
Although Rujun looked a little embarrassed and there was a little blood on his face, he was so good-looking after all, and the middle-aged men next to him kept looking at her sideways.
I guess Rujun was not surprised by this situation, so he just smiled and said nothing.
As soon as the old cat saw the morning tea, he immediately put aside his cold feelings, hugged a piece of rice rolls and a piece of squab, and ate happily.
Rhubarb is a glutton in nature. He is a foodie and makes no secret of it.
Rujun and Xiaojing were more ladies. They quietly sipped the imperial Pu'er brewed in their cups and watched the morning news playing on the side.
I was the most frustrated and asked before they finished eating: "Rujun, how do you want your sister to be buried? What are the details?"
Wang Rujun said: "After all, Mingjun was buried once. Because it was a new burial, it was easy to choose a location based on Feng Shui. Now that Mingjun's body has been dug out, the previous Feng Shui has been ruined. It is considered a second burial, so it is necessary."
There will be more issues to consider..."
I listened in confusion, and finally came to the conclusion: "Anyway, what you're saying is that we must find the most awesome Feng Shui master?"
When Rujun heard what I said was frivolous, he covered his mouth and chuckled, and said, "That's what I mean."
Dahuang gnawed on a chicken claw and said: "Well, I think we not only need to find a Feng Shui master, but also a powerful bodyguard. Look at these days, the ghosts of the Wang family are still lingering around. I really
I'm afraid if a few more come, the three of us will no longer be opponents."
I suddenly thought of the crazy Taoist and asked: "Dahuang, where is your crazy master now? Can you contact him?"
Dahuang dropped the chicken feet, wiped his mouth, grabbed a barbecued pork bun, and said, "I definitely can't contact him. That old guy doesn't even have a mobile phone. I can't contact him using brain waves, right?"
Wang Rujun also smiled and said: "That's all, the crazy Taoist doesn't have any attainments in Feng Shui. Among the eight masters, if you want to talk about Feng Shui, you may need to find another person."