Rebirth of Everyday Life In the 1970s

"How about it, are you okay!"

Song Fengchen hugged Xu Shujian and said nervously.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Xu Shujian clutched his neck, and his flushed face slowly returned to nature. He had a lingering fear: "No, it's okay."

On the other side, He Duanfeng did not hesitate, made a decisive step, stepped on the stone pier on the side of the road, volleyed one foot, and kicked out the "Wish An Shi" who had managed to stabilize his body.

After swiping it, a piece of talisman paper appeared between the index finger and the middle finger. As soon as he moved his figure, at the moment when "Wish An Shi" landed, "Come out for the poor--"

The talisman was patted on the forehead of ‘Zhu An Shi’ impartially.

His facial features were distorted for a moment, and then only a chuckle was heard, and the talisman burned spontaneously without fire, followed by Zhao Jiaxue's soul flying out of Zhu Anshi's body.

"what--"

The sun burned wisps of black smoke on Zhao Jiaxue's body, and she screamed sternly, struggling to shrink into the shadow in the corner.

He Duanfeng subconsciously touched his waist, but grabbed a gap. He looked down and realized that he was not wearing a Taoist robe, and the gossip mirror that was originally hung on his belt to collect ghosts was naturally not brought out.

"what--"

There was another scream, but the one who spoke was to wish An Shi, when Zhao Jiaxue left his body, he woke up.

He lay on the ground, raised his scorched left hand, panting roughly, and let out a hoarse scream.

As if thinking of something, he raised his right hand tremblingly, as if blocked by something, only heard a bang, the pain swept through every corner of his body like a hurricane, through a thin layer of physiological tears , He fixed his eyes and saw that the palm of his right arm was gone, and his wrist was bloody.

"Ah--" His eyes burst out, his muscles and bones were twitching, and he wailed in pain.

Hearing the sound, He Duanfeng lowered his head subconsciously, his gaze shifted from Zhu Anshi's hideous face to his own feet. The sole of his left foot was not exactly a palm burned into black coal.

He paused, moved his left foot silently, and heard a crisp sound again, and the palm of his hand, which had turned into black coal on the ground, cracked in half.

He Duanfeng was silent, until he was pulled back from his thoughts by the sound of ‘Friend Dao He’, he raised his head: "Friend Dao Song?"

Song Fengchen nodded, looked at Zhu Anshi, then at Zhao Jiaxue, and suddenly said, "So friend He Daoist said before that there are still things to be done for Zhu's family."

"Yeah." He Duanfeng smiled bitterly. How could he have thought that things would turn out like this, as if thinking of something, he looked at Xu Shujian: "Right, this one is?"

"Well," Song Fengchen introduced immediately: "This is my wife, the last name is Xu, Xu Shujian."

Then he looked at Xu Shujian: "This is He Duanfeng, He Daochang."

"He Daochang." Xu Shujian nodded slightly, regarded as a courtesy. After thinking about it, he always felt that the name was familiar.

"Mr. Xu." He Duanfeng retorted with a guilty expression: "I'm really sorry, I blame the poor Dao's carelessness, so that Zhao Jiaxue ran out, making Mr. Xu frightened for no reason."

"It's okay." Xu Shujian shook her head, it was not He Duanfeng that was the culprit.

"Do you need help from Fellow Daoist?" Song Fengchen said.

He Duanfeng's eyes lit up and nodded: "I don't know if your friend has a magic weapon for collecting ghosts?"

"Yes." Song Fengchen untied a wooden sign from his neck and handed it to him.

"Thank you fellow daoist." He Duanfeng stretched out his hand to take it: "I will return it at the door someday."

After speaking, he turned to look at Zhao Jiaxue, who was curled up in the shadow in the corner and twitched from time to time.

Yuemo noticed He Duanfeng's sight, Zhao Jiaxue raised her head tremblingly, her face was pale, her hair was messy, and there was no such thing as the aura of the time when she was brave and majestic.

She knew that she would not be able to escape this time, so when He Duanfeng raised the wooden sign and was about to pinch her hand to make a decision, she panted roughly, and suddenly a light burst from her eyes, "Wait— "

Hearing this, He Duanfeng stopped moving.

"I lost, I was killed by a knife, and I was a fish. You have to seal me, and I admit it." Zhao Jiaxue stared at Zhu Anshi in front of him: "But before that, I just want to know, in the end I-- How did it die?"

Hearing this, thinking of what Xu Shujian had said to Zhao Jiaxue before, and looking at Zhao Jiaxue's embarrassed appearance, he didn't know whether it was out of sympathy or something else. He Duanfeng slowly lowered his hand holding the wooden sign.

Suddenly, everyone present turned their eyes to Zhu Anshi.

I wish An Shi gasped, rolling his apple up and down, the corner of his eyes fell on Xu Shujian's body, he closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and said: "I swear, none of what I have said before is false. If so, call me. The sky is struck by thunder, and it will not be easy to die."

Zhao Jiaxue couldn't see any expression on her face.

He Duanfeng can't say no.

Xu Shujian didn't say a word, he believed his own inference more than Zhu Anshi's oath.

Song Fengchen squinted his eyes, wishing An Shi's movements and expressions were clear to him. It's all for this, and I still want to maintain my image in front of Xu Shujian, dreaming!

He took Xu Shujian in his arms, and said with a smile but a smile: "It is indeed Mr. Zhu, I really have nothing to say about this skill."

Zhu Anshi raised his head to look at him, his eyes flushed when he met the intimate appearance of the two.

Song Fengchen was condescending: "What I said and the secret hidden in my heart are two completely different concepts, just like—"

He said word by word: "Mr. Zhu already has an heir."

I wish An Shi's pupils shrink.

He Duanfeng subconsciously looked at Zhu Anshi's children's palace and suddenly realized.

"It seems that I'm right." Song Fengchen smiled: "Then you might as well make a bolder guess. The mother of your twin sons is the daughter of your friend's benefactor. This can explain why you want to She protects the murderer."

Zhu Anshi’s blue veins were on his forehead, his eyes were red, and he looked at Song Fengchen stubbornly, but he dared not meet Xu Shujian’s gaze.

Song Fengchen continued: "She is pregnant and wants to marry you. As the excellent heir to the Zhu family, how can you allow yourself to bear the notoriety of a marital infidelity? So you naturally refused. She was not angry and decided to take the risk. Killed Zhao Jiaxue and she succeeded. Mr. Zhu, am I right?"

"Wish Anshi, Zhao Jiaxue, I am really blind. I fell in love with a beast like you... This is all retribution, retribution..."

Listening to the howling of Zhao Jiaxue in the ear, I wish An Shi's face as gray as death, resentment, regret, anger...Various emotions flooded my heart.

Obviously everything is under his control, why did he end up like this in the end?

Why?

He wished An Shi dissatisfied--

He smashed his neck and fainted after a whimper.

Seeing this scene, He Duanfeng pinched the decision and put Zhao Jiaxue, who was still shouting for retribution, into the wooden sign.

As things have progressed to the present, Zhu Anshi lost his right hand and was turned around by Zhao Jiaxue again. The sequelae must be left behind. Whether it is frail, sickly or short-lived, there will be no good end.

As for Zhao Jiaxue, if such a thing happened, she was afraid that she would be a beast in her next life.

And Zhu Zhengsheng's luck, when Zhao Jiaxue tried to escape from the ground fire, he was blasted clean with five thunder talisman.

The defeat of the Zhu family is a foregone conclusion.

"Since the matter is over, then we two will leave first." Song Fengchen said.

He Duanfeng came back to his senses: "Friends of Daoist do it yourself."

Xu Shujian never looked at Zhu Anshi again. When something like this happened, it was impossible for him to say that he didn't have any feelings in his heart. He just simply didn't want Song Fengchen to get into the vinegar jar.

He can't bear it! !

"By the way, didn't you say that you and Teacher Zhou went up the mountain?" The rivals were so defeated, Song Fengchen couldn't be better. When he returned home, he sent the hare and lobster in his hand into the kitchen. He suddenly remembered this. Come.

Xu Shujian was taken aback, almost forgot that there was such a thing.

It seemed that the surprise could not be given, he smiled helplessly, and then handed the box to Song Fengchen.

"What?" Song Fengchen took the box and opened it, his eyes lit up, "Give it to me?"

"Well," Xu Shujian came over and kissed the corner of his mouth: "Happy birthday!"