Chapter 288: Ten Years of Grudges, Eight Symbols Plan
"This is also my guess." Rong Chengyu agreed, "No matter what, what Wen Si did can no longer be tolerated by us, but after all, this place is at the foot of the emperor, and everything depends on the sky. We still call you all to discuss it.
Act rashly."
"I'll contact everyone." Zeng Xiao asked.
"What if the surname Wen takes revenge?" Li Yi asked.
"I told you that even under the emperor's feet, he would not dare to move rashly." Rong Chengyu said firmly.
Zhou Shi looked around, shrugged and said, "With Mr. Rong's words, I can sleep peacefully. Why don't we leave first?"
As soon as the words were spoken, a flash of light flashed, and Zhou Shi was already in a secluded alley.
A gentle breeze blew across my face, and only the puddles on the ground reflecting the bright moon could tell that there had been a heavy rain just now.
Zhou Shi wrapped up his ragged clothes and strode away.
…
"Rong Lao, it looks like..."
Zeng Xiao rubbed his eyes that were dazzled by the golden light and said, "I think there is nothing wrong with him."
Li Yi rubbed his bare chin, "It's true. When I went to the rescue, Zhou Shi had only half of his mouth left to breathe. With old man Wen's methods, if you hadn't been able to come to the rescue, we might have snatched even a corpse.
Not coming out."
After the two expressed their opinions, they waited for Rong Chengyu to make the final decision.
"...That makes sense. He is not from Wensi, and he has nothing to do with the Wumu statue. Lao Luan?"
The candlelight on the table flickered, and a figure emerged from behind Rong Chengyu. Standing next to him was Luan Chongxiang.
"The hexagrams show that Lu Zhengjiu's position changed almost half a day, and he has escaped outside the capital in such a short period of time. Someone must be helping him hide. As for the cause of Jin Sansao's death, it can't be calculated using ordinary methods!"
"Does this mean the murderer has a good background?"
"Not only is it a big deal... it took me thirty years of my life to learn this divination. If it's not someone who has reached the destiny, it's impossible to interfere with it. Maybe shopkeeper Zhou asked the gods to help?"
"We have to ask Qiu Congyun to take a look at this." Zeng Xiao said, "But Rong Lao, isn't Zhou Shi a disciple of the 'Nuo Mian Old Man' Mo Lao? I have always heard that the senior used his body to suppress the epidemic and his methods were astonishing. He took a fancy to
You can’t trust people like that?”
"Ten years can really change so many things... The dragon veins are locked, and our methods are no longer what they used to be. And the influence of immortals and gods on the lower world is increasing. No matter how tough your mind is, you will inevitably be tempted by it. What's more,
, I really can’t trust Mr. Mo on issues related to Wen Si.”
"May I ask why?"
The candle flame suddenly rose, illuminating Rong Chengyu's old face and the terrifying scar that ran diagonally across the entire face.
"Because ten years ago, the person who forced me to let Wen Si'er go was Mr. Mo."
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In the ceramics shop that was mostly destroyed by lightning, Wen Si, who looked like a mummy, was leaning on a wicker chair, resting his chin on one hand and looking at Zhou Shi in front of him with interest.
"Should I say that you are brave and courageous, or that you don't know the limits of the world?"
"It's etiquette. After all, the master didn't issue an eviction order and didn't send me out. If I leave without saying goodbye, it would be rude."
Zhou Shi, who rushed back to Fengde Building and changed into a new set of clothes, stood at the door. On the street behind him, there were many thugs half-clad in jade lying on the street.
He returned to the West Market at night and fought his way in from the door. He encountered many thugs with dice tattoos on their faces, and he subdued them one by one.
This was a tough battle for him. There were not many opponents, but they were all practitioners, they cooperated tacitly, and they had invulnerable jade bodies.
He had received countless blows on his body, and he felt that several of his ribs were broken, and his mouth was filled with the smell of blood.
Especially when the dice on the thugs' faces changed, his attacks would always fail in strange ways, as if their luck suddenly became extremely good.
"Rong Chengyu saved you once, but he can't save you a second time. Didn't he warn you?"
Zhou Shi licked the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "I heard about your deeds from Mr. Rong, which makes the younger generation yearn for it."
For a moment, Wen Si's body exuded a terrifying sense of oppression, which made Zhou Shi's knees weaken.
He had only experienced this feeling from a few people such as Budu and Mo Lao who transformed into an eight-armed arhat, and when the wave of ghosts passed through Jiangdu!
Ke Wensi suddenly held back his breath and let the surrounding area become empty.
"As expected of a businessman, he has such a sharp tongue. Tell me, why are you looking for me?"
Zhou Shi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, calmed down and said, "I want to do a business with you."
"Trade?" The mouth that looked like a dry river opened and seemed to be smiling, "Look at my clothes and skin, is there anything worth trading?"
"The gathering of people and things is called life, and the meaning of love and friendship is called friendship. It has nothing to do with the number of things outside the body. What happened to your son is really a pity."
Wen Si opened and closed his palms. "You better have something to say."
"I can help you get rid of the evil spirit."
With a "tick" sound, a drop of water slipped from the eaves and hit his feet.
"...go on."
"You know that I can borrow Yin soldiers, but you haven't had time to see clearly what my Yin soldiers can do, right? Xiao Lin."
A red figure suddenly appeared, dyeing the tables, chairs, porcelain, and floor beside him with a layer of bright red.
Wen Si's upper body leaned forward slightly, his empty eye sockets focused on the beautiful figure.
But the next moment, he flicked his fingers, and an invisible force surged, shaking away all the red lines approaching from behind.
"Xiao Lin, don't be rude." Zhou Shi said hurriedly.
Xiao Lin raised his hand and lifted up the red hijab, revealing a bulging and delicate face. "Then what are you doing? Let me capture this old man, and I can do whatever I want to do with him when I get back!"
"Nonsense." Zhou Shi sighed and handed over to Wen Siyi, "As you can see, this ghost is rebellious, but he has indeed recovered his sanity."
Xiao Lin, who was sulking with his arms folded and obviously dissatisfied with being pulled out to speak out, gradually faded, and the bright red color around him also quickly disappeared.
"If your son can do this, wouldn't it be better than suffering from the incest of heaven and earth all day long?"
Wen Si's aura calmed down and he seemed to be considering something.
"How to do it?"
"Master Wen, please don't worry, I have one more thing to ask. Mr. Rong said that after you took your son to live in seclusion, there were rumors of raising ghosts to hurt people from time to time. Is this related to you?"
"Oh, when it comes to raising evil ghosts, I'm not as good as you. Your family has never been killed, so what does it have to do with you?"
"I put my life on the line here and came here alone. Please be more open-minded, Mr. Wen. If there are similar rumors in the future and the news that I helped your son get out of trouble spreads, it will inevitably cause trouble."
"Hmph..." Wen Si's face showed a few more grooves, "Old man Rong couldn't fight me that day, so he had to let my father and son leave. I immediately took Ping'er to the Taoist and Buddhist sects for help, but they
Laying a dragnet, just want to get rid of my son
"...I didn't see them using such methods when dealing with the God of Plague, but they used all the tricks to deal with a fierce ghost! This is a noble and upright person...cough, cough!"