After I was reborn, I became the beautiful, strong and miserable master of the male protagonist

There are still several hours before midnight.

Jiang Yufeng just had a full meal. Although he didn't get to eat the longevity fruit he was thinking about, looking at Song Bihui's beautiful face, he felt quite satisfied.

So, even though it was just batter, it was still enjoyable to eat.

He seldom ate such local-flavored food in Zeshan, but now he ate it here because of Song Bihui's words. The reason is really dumbfounding.

People tend to get sleepy after a full meal, Jiang Yufeng propped his chin up, and lowered his eyes to watch the yellow leaves swirled by the wind and fall down.

At this moment, the world is vast and lonely.

Song Bihui sat across from him with his eyes closed all the time, like a statue of a jade carving. His hair was slightly swayed by the wind, and his brows were bright, like a cool fairy lamp.

He didn't open his eyes slowly until the gentle breathing sounded in his ears, and saw Jiang Yufeng on the opposite side who was dozing off with his chin propped up.

The yellow leaves fell down like butterfly wings, and landed on the hem of his white clothes. He held it with slender fingers, and the veins on the white wrists were slightly raised, which seemed unusually fragile and attractive.

The whole world presents a bright yellow and dark red hue, as if this person is included in the whole picture scroll.

The woodcutter went into the house to take care of Shen Hong and went to eat. The world was so quiet that it seemed that only the two of them were left.

"Xianjun." A sudden voice finally broke the silence, and the woodcutter stood at the door calling them, "It's getting cold, why don't you come in."

Jiang Yufeng was awakened by the sound, he opened his foggy eyes sleepily, straightened up, and turned his head to look at the woodcutter.

"No." His voice was still hoarse after waking up, "Aren't you afraid of demolishing your house while you're in the house?"

The woodcutter came to his senses immediately, so he had to bring them a small stove to keep warm. Jiang Yufeng had just recovered from his body, so he felt quite comfortable with such a stove by his side.

In addition to being a little smokey...

It's all pretty good...

He had just finished comforting himself in his heart when he was choked by the smoke and coughed twice.

Coincidentally, he was also sitting against the wind, and the smoke always blows towards him, as if this "gift" is only partial to him.

Anyway, Song Bihui was not stained with soot at all.

Just when the smoke made his eyes red and he was about to cry.

Song Bihui stood up with a cold face.

"Xiang?" He looked down at Jiang Yufeng and asked.

Jiang Yufeng covered his eyes, already looking like he didn't want to talk, he felt that as soon as he opened his mouth, he would immediately inhale a puff of cigarettes, this behavior was tantamount to committing suicide.

Song Bihui could only sigh, waved his hand lightly, and set up a wind wall for him, "I think you will kill yourself sooner or later."

"Uh..." Jiang Yufeng was speechless, he was obviously innocent all along.

Still unlucky...

It was completely dark, and the woodcutter came over with a small bowl of muddy lamp oil, borrowed some fire from the small stove with a twig, and lit the oil lamp.

Jiang Yufeng suddenly chuckled twice when he saw it, feeling that this scene was very familiar.

He was also sitting opposite Song Bihui two days ago, waiting for Xiao Jie's ghost to come by this small jumping candlelight, but this time there was an extra fidgeting woodcutter.

The woodcutter rubbed his hands nervously and sat silently on the other side of the table, leaving an empty seat at the moment, just waiting for today's protagonist to appear on the stage.

Jiang Yufeng looked at the woodcutter, and asked with a smile, "Are you afraid?"

The woodcutter nodded quickly, but when he saw Song Bihui's glance, he shook his head in a panic.

This person's eyes were still as clear as the bright moon, but there seemed to be a layer of cold light in the lower eyes, and he carried a kind of calmness that refused to be thousands of miles away.

Although there was no sign of reproach in his eyes, it still frightened people a lot.

"You are a mortal, I'm afraid it's natural, what are you doing shaking your head?" Jiang Yufeng's gentle voice fainted in the breeze, indifferent and peaceful, inexplicably reassuring, he looked up at Song Bihui, "Xianjun, Can I borrow some of the water in your glass?"

"Last time, I also snatched it away directly. What are you asking me for this time?" Song Bihui teased deliberately.

"The last time it was an emergency." At that time, Xiao Jie's ghost was standing behind him, and he didn't have time to draw a talisman, so he had no choice but to grab the cup and pour it.

With a faint smile in Song Bihui's eyes, he picked up the tea cup in front of him and took a sip, kept half of it, and pushed it to Jiang Yufeng.

Jiang Yufeng dipped some with his fingertips, raised his chin, and signaled the woodcutter to give him his arm.

The woodcutter hastily rolled up his sleeves, and passed his arms over neatly and quickly, as if ten thousand and ten thousand people were at ease with Jiang Yufeng.

When Song Bihui met, he sneered and said, "Aren't you afraid that he will draw a ghost charm on your arm and treat you as a living target?"

"Don't slander me." Jiang Yufeng made a position on the woodcutter's arm, and tilted his head to look at him lightly, "My reputation is very precious."

After finishing speaking, he lightly started to draw the escape talisman on the woodcutter's arm with his fingertips. His speed of drawing the talisman was appropriate, but he did it in one go.In the blink of an eye, you can see faint golden lines emerging on the arm.

Jiang Yufeng breathed a sigh of relief after finishing the last stroke.

The woodcutter raised his arm curiously, staring at the glowing talisman in his hand.

He is a mortal, and has never seen such a fairy, so he looked up at Jiang Yufeng in surprise, and felt that he and Song Bihui were like gods who came down from the sky to help him, and the gratitude in his heart was simply overwhelming. There are no words.

But Jiang Yufeng avoided the woodcutter's overly hot gaze a little bit, so as not to be caught by Song Bihui again, and took the opportunity to mock him, saying that he was showing off some superficial fairy arts, like a swindling Taoist priest.

But this time Song Bihui just kept his eyes down, watched him finish drawing the talisman, and didn't say a word.

But the moment he finished painting, he silently turned his gaze to the other side.

Jiang Yufeng was taken aback for a moment, only to realize that there had been an extra "person" in the previously vacant seat.

As soon as the woodcutter raised his eyes, he was also taken aback. He almost jumped up, but was held down firmly by Jiang Yufeng in advance.

"Mrs. Xiao." He said lightly, as a greeting.

"Grand...grandmother?" The woodcutter looked at the somewhat blurred ghost on the opposite side, and felt that his heart was already beating in his throat.

But Xiao Jie just slightly raised her eyes to look at the woodcutter, and squirmed her lips, but she didn't say anything in the end.

The three of them sat silently for a while, until Song Bihui's deep and cold voice rang out, breaking the short silence.

"You're still here for the phalanges." The tone was affirmative.

Xiao Jie nodded slightly, "Without this... I can't leave..."

"I'll let you go." Song Bihui tapped the table lightly, "But you have to answer what I ask."

Xiao Jie hesitated, she quietly curled up in that position, after a long time, finally nodded again.

"My grandmother, will she lie?" The woodcutter suddenly asked Jiang Yu Fengdao in a very low voice, his voice was full of worry and fear.

Jiang Yufeng shook his head faintly, "She dare not lie to Immortal Tianheng."

Song Bihui's current spiritual power can absolutely suppress the evil spirits, they can't stop this kind of coercion, even if they don't make any promises, they definitely don't dare to lie.

Unless they want to be smashed to ashes by the punishment of heaven.

"How did you die?" Song Bihui opened his mouth.

Jiang Yufeng raised his eyes abruptly, and asked a ghost who died unexpectedly how they died before they were alive, undoubtedly uncovering their most painful scars.

No one wants to recall the extremely helpless and painful memories before their death.

The confusion of consciousness, the body being eaten away, the betrayal of relatives, the loneliness of the soul...

These are like hot red shackles, trapping them in the quagmire of pain, unable to break free.

Song Bi came back and asked this question, sharp but straight to the point.

Jiang Yufeng closed his eyes, feeling that this was indeed in line with his personality, it just depends on whether Xiao Jie is willing to say it.

Sure enough, Xiao Jie stopped in an instant, her short body was lowered, as if she was about to be buried under the table.

The woodcutter looked sadly at the relative who used to come to his house often and told him to take care of his body, but now he was separated from him.

Even though they are sitting opposite each other, staring at the familiar but unfamiliar faces, there seems to be a huge gap in front of them, completely separating them.

He had to admit that the fate of their relatives had come to an end.

Suddenly, Xiao Jie opened her mouth faintly, as if she was enduring great pain, she faltered and mumbled to complete the sentence, "I was very hungry...very hungry, and I was locked in the room..."

Die of starvation?Jiang Yufeng's eyes widened in surprise. He thought about many possibilities, but he couldn't think of this aspect.

"Who locked you in the room?" Song Bihui asked again.

"I don't know... the door won't open..."

Jiang Yufeng and Song Bihui exchanged a look, it should be the taoist priest's hands and feet, Shen Hongben had a very bad relationship with Xiao Jie, the taoist priest might have mentioned to her that using the ghosts of relatives at home to change the feng shui. There is a sense of guidance, Shen Hong will naturally think of Xiao Jie.

This method has the same effect as raising a kid, and it is an extremely evil method.

The relatives paid for their children during life, and they can't rest in peace after death. They will be trapped here forever, sucked from spiritual energy, until their souls are scattered.

This Taoist priest is by no means an ordinary person, otherwise he would not have known such an evil method.

Not a good thing.Jiang Yufeng thought silently, who could it be?

"Then you want to kill Shen Hong out of hatred?" Song Bihui opened his mouth.

But this time Xiao Jie shook her head slowly, her wrinkled face showed an expression of extreme sadness, a tear fell into her eyes, her mouth trembled involuntarily, "I... Unconscious... starving, very painful..."

Jiang Yufeng felt his heart beating wildly at this moment. He heard the old woman bow her body and stammered and continued in a trembling voice, "I'm afraid...she's hungry too...but me, but I don't have anything to eat ...I have no choice but to let her eat my meat..."

The woodcutter stood up abruptly and stared at Xiao Jie in disbelief.

No wonder, Shen Hong's mouth could not be closed, and Jiang Yufeng clenched his teeth subconsciously.

It turned out that Xiao Jie died of extreme hunger, so after she died, she subconsciously worried whether her daughter would also starve.

But during the day, when she was unconscious and couldn't find food, she had to put her hand into Shen Hong's mouth, hoping that her daughter could live by eating her "meat"...

This is too absurd, Shen Hong tried every means to get rid of her mother, but never thought that Xiao Jie's love for her would be so heavy.

At that time, this love was easily trampled under her feet by her, but now she was punished by mistake.

This may be the unbreakable karma in the dark.

The surrounding atmosphere fell silent in an instant, and the woodman's body trembled slightly, but he didn't dare to look at the sad eyes of the old woman again.

The autumn wind whimpers, and the world is lonely.