"Mr. Zhang..." Wu Jun handed the blue jade eye in his pocket to Zhang Fan's hand.
Zhang Fan took a closer look at the Qingbo Jade Eyes and found that there was no damage. Zhang Fan nodded with satisfaction.
The next moment, I saw the green waves and jade eyes suddenly disappear.
"Space Ring."
I heard Bor lying on the ground with a look of pain on his face in the distance, saying in surprise.
Although Bol has no eyes, his perception is extraordinary due to his high level, so he immediately felt the existence of the space ring.
Zhang Fan and Wu Jun walked in the direction of Bol, and Bol said sincerely: "Jun Wu, I really have a lot of wealth. I didn't lie to you, and I didn't want you to earn it with your life.
Flowers, really!
Moreover, we are of the same race, so you should help me, not such an outsider."
"Stop talking about this. It's useless. I won't change my mind."
Wu Jun waved his hand, "Besides, I am not a Jianghu person. I am the leader of a Miao tribe. During this year's Zhi Niu Festival, Mr. Zhang helped rescue many children in the village. Moreover, he also said that in the future, every year at Zhi Niu Festival
During the sacrifice, they would come over to help rescue the villagers, which was a great kindness to our tribe.
Moreover, Mr. Zhang has always treated me and other villagers in an equal and respectful manner, and has never been condescending like you. None of this can be bought with money."
Faced with Wu Jun's words, Boer licked his lips and didn't know how to refute for a while.
"We wizards and Xuanmen people actually have the same purpose at the beginning of their birth, to punish the evil spirits that harm people and make the lives of our people better.
Although the reputation of some Taoist practitioners is not very good now, it is far from the point where they are like rats crossing the street and everyone calls for beating them.
What about us wizards?
Talking about witchcraft, we wizards have become synonymous with evil, and all this is caused by our unscrupulous methods of doing things to achieve our goals. Although you have been dead for so many years, your soul has always been in the world of the dead. Presumably this situation,
You understand very well."
Wu Jun seemed to have no reason to express his emotion.
In fact, he was blaming the elder Bor for setting such a poor example, and at the same time he was blaming the wizards who were doing all kinds of evil, discrediting the wizard lineage and feeling sorry for his ancestors.
Boer realized the meaning of Wu Jun's words and did not say anything. He sighed heavily. He was about to embark on the road to the underworld, and he felt mixed emotions in his heart.
"Where are those eight eyes now?"
Zhang Fan asked.
"Under the words on the tomb stone steps, it is actually a mechanism. Just tap some words three times and the eyes will appear."
Bol replied.
"Does the death of the old bachelor next door to the two families you killed have anything to do with you?"
Zhang Fan continued to ask.
Zhang Fan learned that this old bachelor died of stupidity and madness.
"This has nothing to do with me. According to my observation, he was suffering from hysteria and was scared crazy."
Bol said quickly.
"If you don't harm someone, how could he suffer from hysteria?"
Zhang Fan said displeasedly.
Boer lowered his head, not knowing what to say. What Zhang Fan said made sense.
"You only needed two eyes, but you killed eight people. You are so cruel."
Zhang Fan snorted coldly, "Besides, what do you want those ten prostitutes for?"
"I want to learn from them after I am born."
Boer replied sheepishly.
"study?"
Zhang Fan was a little confused, "What to study?
What can we learn from them?"
"I... I was a eunuch among ten eunuchs in my previous life, and I was castrated at the age of six. I have never..." At this point, Bol looked aggrieved, "My new body is a complete body.
so……"
Bol didn't say any more, but Zhang Fan and Wu Jun both understood Bol's thoughts.
However, this was something Zhang Fan never expected. In some dynasties of the Ming Dynasty, the eunuch group was still highly used.
"Kill yourself."
Zhang Fan said in a deep voice.
Bol suddenly raised his head and wanted to speak, but Zhang Fan didn't give him a chance at all and said very firmly: "There is no room!"
Zhang Fan's words made Bor swallow back his begging for mercy.
"There are actually not that many treasures here. There is only this incense burner and a few porcelain vases. They are the last wealth I left to the Miao people."
Bol looked around and said, "This place is indeed the battlefield between our Ming Dynasty and the Tatars. My brothers all died on this battlefield. Brothers, I am here to see you today!"
The next moment, I heard Boer shouting, "The Ming army is mighty! The generals are mighty! The sun, moon, mountains and rivers will always be there! The great Ming rivers and mountains will always be there!"
In his mind, scenes of those turbulent years flashed through his mind.
After shouting these words, his big hand suddenly raised and slapped him on the head. With a muffled sound, Bol's body also collapsed to the ground, and his soul also entered the underworld.
Wu Jun watched his ancestor enter the underworld, and then the two of them buried Boer's body, or the bodies of the previous Ming soldiers, on this land, and slept with his compatriots.
The two dug out three more porcelain pieces about fifty centimeters in length from the hole, loaded them into the car, and returned to Dongyao Village together.
Huang Qingyun sent Zhang Fan a WeChat message and told Zhang Fan that they were waiting for him and Wu Jun at Hao Wanlin's house. Zhang Fan went directly to Hao Wanlin's house.
Seeing Zhang Fan coming back, Hua Leilei ran out of the house quickly, looked at Zhang Fan expectantly and said, "Have you got the Qingbo Jade Eye?"
Zhang Fan handed the green wave jade eye to Hua Leilei. Taking the green wave jade eye, Hua Leilei laughed excitedly.
"Thank you! Thank you Mr. Zhang..." Hua Leilei thanked Zhang Fan repeatedly.
"Brother Fan, Chief Wu, are you okay?"
Huang Qingyun asked with concern.
"fine."
Zhang Fan and Wu Jun answered one after another.
At this time, Village Chief Hao also came forward.
"Village Chief Hao, the evil spirits in your village have been eliminated. Please let the people in the village feel at ease."
Zhang Fan smiled.
"OK, thank you!
"Mr. Hao nodded excitedly. Then he took out a wad of money from his pocket and said, "Mr. Zhang, Mr. Huang, this is the reward. You two keep it."
Zhang Fan pushed the money back and said, "We won't accept this money."
"How does this work?"
Village Chief Hao retorted, "No, it must be collected!"
Village Chief Hao was very stubborn. Zhang Fan had an idea and said: "This is the educational incentive fund that the two of us have placed in your village. Every child who is admitted to college will be given five thousand yuan. That's it.
If you refuse again, you will betray our good intentions."