Zombie: At the beginning, I was appointed by Uncle Jiu to open the museum

"This money was spent by us in the past two days, and it will also be prepaid by us in the next few days. You can accept it."

When the old man heard this, he was immediately unhappy.

Hearing this, it was obvious that he planned to stay for a few more days, and the old man suddenly felt dizzy.

Seeing that the money in his hand was suddenly heavy, he was naturally very happy to accept the money, but compared to holding his grandson, the money was worthless at all.

No amount of money made it more realistic and meaningful for him to hold his grandson.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone bankrupt and made a deal with old man Ding.

Seeing the old man accepting the money, Uncle Jiu showed a triumphant smile, and the uncle with four eyes next to him was not happy, "I said Fengjiao, what's wrong with you? What's so good about this place? Could it be that you are infatuated with this place?" Rice paste? Then I’ll make it for you when I go back, and I will too! Isn’t it just rice paste?!”

For the past two days, Senior Uncle Four Eyes has had enough time. He doesn't know what Uncle Nine's purpose is here, but it's definitely not as simple as being drunk.

"The scenery here is beautiful, I want to stay a few more days, and there is a church over there, I haven't walked around enough yet."

Uncle Jiu made a fool of himself, got up and left.

Uncle Simu sighed, got up and went out, and turned back after walking a few steps.

I went around the room, but couldn't find Han Feng. Wencai said that Han Feng had gone to squat in the pit, so Uncle Simu went directly to the door of the hut to wait for Han Feng.

"Afeng, get some money for the uncle, the uncle will go out and wander around, and return it to you later."

Han Feng was speechless, just take the money, why not wait outside the latrine?
Uncle Simu asked for a large silver dollar from Han Feng, and suddenly felt that he wanted less.

He didn't know how much money Han Feng had, so he secretly swore in his heart that he would treat Han Feng better in the future.

That and a heavy silver dollar went out. Han Feng stood at the door, looking at the back of the four-eyed uncle walking away, and he could imagine it with his toes. The uncle must have gone out to improve the food with the money.

No normal person can stand eating rice cereal for two days in a row.

Han Feng couldn't take it anymore.

Uncle Simu, an old Jianghu, must know where there is delicious food outside. Han Feng's thoughts surged, and he just started to follow Uncle Simu, when Uncle Jiu's voice sounded behind him.

"Afeng, let's go, let's go to the church with the teacher."

"Master, what is there to go to the church? I feel sick to my stomach today, why don't you ask Qiusheng to go with you."

'Master wants you to practice and practice, why don't you know how to be good. Uncle Jiu said brazenly.

Han Feng laughed silently in his heart, you want your apprentice to protect you, and you said it so grandly.

Why?Wait, Han Feng glanced at a willow tree in front of him inadvertently. There seemed to be something hanging on that tree.

Han Feng walked straight over, and Uncle Jiu followed behind Han Feng, "I'm talking to you as a teacher, you pretend you can't hear me, right?"

"Master, what do you think is that?"

Uncle Jiu took a closer look, only to find that there was a person hanging on the tree.

The old man, Ah Qiang and Wen Cai in the yard also heard the movement, and hurriedly followed them out, only to find that there were three people under the tree when they got closer.

Three dying people.

Han Feng looked at the old man, "Grandpa, do you know these people? Are they from Taojiayao?"

Without the slightest hesitation, the old man shook his head in denial.

"Let's carry it in first."

Several people worked together to carry the three tall and thick men into the courtyard.

Qiu Sheng finally woke up, yawned, walked out of the house with panda eyes on his face, and was about to go to the hut, but he saw many people gathered in the courtyard.

"Afeng, what's the matter?"

Qiusheng walked over quickly, put it on Han Feng's shoulder, looked inside, and saw three strong men lying on the ground, and after a closer look, he found that there were iconic patterns on the necks of these three people, and that pattern was a Take the tomahawk.

Qiu Sheng was shocked, "Oh my god! These three are bandits. Why did you bring such people back? If you don't want to cause trouble, you'd better get them out."

When the old man heard that these three people were bandits, he panicked, "What? Are they really bandits?"

His son, Ah Qiang, is not married yet, and has not yet given birth to a grandson for himself. The family must not cause trouble, and the old man will absolutely not allow any accidents to happen.

Uncle Jiu didn't speak, and glanced at the three of them, and at a glance, he could see that the three of them were contaminated with evil spirits, and their yang energy was very weak.

It looks like it has encountered something dirty.

"Whether they are bandits or not, it doesn't matter. They have already been drained of essence, and the possibility of surviving is almost zero."

Uncle Jiu spoke calmly.

Han Feng looked at the old man and asked, "Why did these three bandits appear at the gate of your courtyard?"

The old man looked confused, "Are you asking the old man me? How would I know?"

"This is what you discovered!"

The old man is really Zhang Er's monk puzzled.

Han Feng had already had an idea in his mind that these three people must be related to the people hired by the old man to make ghost relatives for his family.

"I simply spread out the words and crushed them to make it clear, old man, are you making a fool of your son?"

When the old man was asked about the key points, he was stunned and at a loss for a while.

He has been secretly contacting Lao Ding about this matter, and no one else has ever said anything about it, not even the slightest bit of news. How did these Taoist priests who stayed here for a few days know?
"No, no..." The old man's expression flickered, his expression was extremely unnatural, and he lacked confidence in speaking, as if he was lying.

Uncle Jiu didn't expect Han Feng to be so direct, and he cut straight to the point when he came up.

"My master, who came from the Maoshan faction, is an upright and kind person. He has long seen that your family is in danger, so he has tried every means to find various excuses to stay in the past few days, just to help you, but you are still hesitating to us. I refuse to tell the truth."

The old man saw that there were three strong bandits lying on the ground, and he was completely panicked, "What?! How could our family be wiped out?"

"Do you know that marrying your son to a ghost relative will damage your son's lifespan."

The old man's heart seemed to be hit hard by someone, and he was so startled that he couldn't stand still, his body swayed backwards, and his son A Qiang hurried forward to help him.

"Father, what the hell is going on? Are you really going to marry me with a ghost?!" Ah Qiang was dumbfounded.

With a pure nature, he has been kept in the dark by his father.

"You keep saying that you will definitely arrange a marriage for me. Are you talking about ghost relatives? You want to get me a ghost bride?"

Ah Qiang looked like he couldn't believe it, he couldn't accept this kind of thing.

Let him marry a ghost, then he would rather be single for the rest of his life than be unfilial and have no offspring if he has no offspring, it's no big deal.

With tears in his eyes, the old man looked at his terrified son and said in a trembling voice, "Ah Qiang, listen to Dad explain to you that Dad just wants to hug a grandson, as long as it is the eldest grandson, Dad doesn't care how he got here , you should keep the same idea as Dad!"

Han Feng was speechless for a while, the old man was really poisoned.

However, there is a kind of old people in this world. Their greatest wish in life is to have grandchildren, that is, to have successors.

And because of this, you can break your hands. This old man is a typical example.

But obviously his son is not, otherwise the old man wouldn't have worked so hard to hide it for so long.

Ah Qiang looked at his father as if he was looking at a demon with a bloodless murderer, "Is that true? In order to have a grandson, you don't even want your son's longevity?"

Uncle Jiu, Han Feng and others looked helplessly at the father and son.

This old man is quite old, and he can be regarded as an old man, and he dotes on his son very much, he does everything at home, and he is not willing to let his son work.

This kind of person generally attaches great importance to the matter of continuous descendants.

The yard was in a mess, and there were three half-dead people lying on the ground.

Before it calmed down here, there was a sound of shouting and fighting outside.

And there seemed to be the sound of a horse. From the sound, this group of people was approaching menacingly, as if they were shouting to kill those Taoist priests.

Han Feng suddenly felt bad.