[Comprehensive] Shining like the sun and the moon

"You're out of wine." Tan Zhao regretted immediately.

Yang Jian was not afraid at all, and looked at people with a smile in his eyes: "Really?"

"..." Is this a threat?right?

Tan Zhao came back to his senses, why did this grandmother accidentally kill her grandson? Is it a loss of humanity or a loss of morality?It's impossible to know that this grandson is a debt collector, right?

Don't worry, you'll always know.

Tan Zhao took out his jade token: "Dali Temple handles the case, Mrs. Feng, I suspect that you are related to Mr. Feng's murder case, please tell the truth."

What a coincidence, isn't it, as soon as he finished speaking, the servants of the Feng family were about to rush in to protect the master's family, but when they heard that Dali Temple was handling the case, the wooden stick he was holding obviously couldn't go down.

Tan Zhao shook the jade card of Dali Temple Cheng, with a warm smile on his face: "Are you looking for that lady Ming? I'm afraid she is not doing well now, after all, she has been manipulated for too long, even if she is a demon, It's impossible to turn around in a day, isn't it?"

"You—" Mrs. Feng's trembling hands suddenly stopped shaking. She waved her hand to let the woman who rushed up come down, and then she raised her head to let Tan Zhao see the madness in her eyes, "What do you know! He is me Grandson! As long as he marries my grandson-in-law, he will be my grandson!"

"If that thing hadn't snatched my grandson's body, my grandson would probably live to be a hundred years old!" The old lady was obviously insane, and what she said could make the air three degrees colder.

He Bo touched the goosebumps on his body, and retorted: "Your grandson, who cares? I have nothing to do with your family other than my surname Feng!"

"It doesn't matter if you don't admit it, you are the grandson of the old man, that thing is just a debt collector, and he wants to get our family's luck, how can the old man let him succeed!" At the end, he smiled lovingly, "Don't worry, Feng Everything in the house belongs to you, if someone else touches it, the old man will break his hand!"

... This is really a very cruel old lady.

But having said that, how did this old lady know that Young Master Feng is a debt collector, and even so cruel that she directly killed him?

Tan Zhao slowly put a question mark in his heart, but He Bo felt the creeps: "Who wants these things!"

The old lady grinned: "Don't worry, after a while, grandson, you will understand the painstaking efforts of the old man." There was an inexplicable sense of relief on her face.

Tan Zhao felt that it was necessary for him to give the old lady a severe beating from the society. Counting his age, he was really not a bully of the elderly, so he said without any psychological burden: "I'm really sorry, it will be too long later, At that time, I didn't know if the Feng family was still there."

Unexpectedly, the old lady's face was as deep as water, and she didn't panic at all, as if she was sure that Tan Zhao, a public official, would not be able to handle her. If I had to describe it, it would be exactly the same as Qian Jin in front of Dali Siqing.

The old lady grinned and said: "The old woman has lived for so many years, since she has spoken, she has some confidence. Young man, after all, she is a little impatient."

Yang Jian & Tan Zhao & He Bo: ... You may not be able to say it, but in fact they are all older than you.

"Are all the old people in your world so arrogant?" Yang Jian was not angry at being offended, but his mood was rare.

Tan Zhao felt that he needed to clarify for others: "Zhenjun, don't think too much, such a cruel old lady, you can't find many in the world."

Yang Jian nodded, expressing his belief in what the other party said.

Ignoring her like this, Mrs. Feng has been acting arbitrarily for so many years, she naturally feels offended, and the distorted smile on her face can't hold back: "Since you don't want to live, don't burden your old grandson."

The next moment, He Bo only felt a disgusting force pulling him away from the hall. He gathered his mana to resist, but it was hard to resist!He was startled, and suddenly remembered the strength he had when he was caught.

"help me!"

Yang Jian frowned, the fighting power of the lower-level gods is not good, and after this matter, he must report to the Jade Emperor to improve the mana and ability of the lower-level gods.

The old lady separated He Bo, and showed a malicious smile to the two people standing in the hall: "The two gentlemen were born handsome and handsome, it is really a pity to die like this."

Tan Zhao nodded in response to the compliment: "No need to praise, I know that I...have a good life with my friends."

This weird pause inexplicably dilutes the somewhat stagnant and viscous atmosphere.

"That's why the old man said, it's a pity."

Tan Zhaochong shook his folding fan: "I think there is no need to be sorry, brother Yang, what do you think?"

Yang Jian laughed: "You are right."

The appearance of the two strolling in the courtyard made the old lady feel a black power, which was viscous and evil, and had an impact like the old lady's foot wraps that had been accumulated for several years.

"This smells worse than Qian Jin's power!"

Apparently Zhenjun Erlang couldn't stand it anymore. Before Tan Zhao could make a move, the three-pointed and two-edged knife appeared out of thin air in his hand, and the vertical eyes on his forehead moved slightly, and a golden light shot out from his forehead, and then three Keeping up with the sharp double-edged knife, the gods are not allowed to kill, but they can obliterate the power that should not exist in the world.

Hearing the old lady's shrill cry, Tan Zhao closed his ears with an Amitabha expression on his face.

Amitabha, good is good.

System: ... If your nephew wants to hear you read this, he might cut off the relationship between nephew and uncle.

[It's not that I didn't hear it. ]

The old lady was still sitting on the grand teacher's chair, but the crutch in her hand had been broken in half. She was panting heavily, and her face was clearly ashamed. Obviously, while this power can help people, it is also devouring people. something.

The old Mrs. Feng at this moment, what kind of old lady from a rich family is she?

Yang Jian had already put away the three-pointed two-edged knife, and when Zhenjun made a move, the cloud of black energy did not disintegrate immediately, but was held in the palm of Zhenjun.

"It's interesting, do you mind if I take it back and have a look?"

Tan Zhao immediately said, "Of course I don't mind."

Yang Jian took out a glass jar to put it in, and the bottle instantly turned into a pitch-black bottle. He reached out and shook it, and the sitting Mrs. Feng screamed again.

Yang Jian frowned, pointed to a knife, and slashed lightly somewhere in the air, only to hear a slight "boo--", a certain connection was severed.

He casually put away the glazed jar, and nodded to the old lady who had no strength: "The next thing, you do."

He came and he came, Tan Zhao didn't expect to come to save He Bo, but was involved in this inexplicable force.Mrs. Feng killed Young Master Feng when he was seven years old. Obviously, this power has been dormant in people's hearts for many years.

Maybe ten years, maybe a hundred years, or maybe even longer, Tan Zhao glanced at Yang Jian, and didn't speak again.

Old Mrs. Feng, who lost her strength, used to "set things right", but the news of Young Master Feng's death at the age of seven had to be concealed. After all, "Little Master Feng" had a good reputation outside the world. There are so many rumors about gods and ghosts.

Mrs. Feng hanged herself and left a book on cultivating peonies before her death. When Tan Zhao got the book, he felt that the book had an inexplicable attractive power.

He had put his hand on the title page, but suddenly stopped.

Don't worry, Pandora's box can be opened or not, and it belongs to Mrs. Feng's evil debt. I believe that this cruel old lady will probably understand that relying on the old to sell the old is not acceptable in the society of ghosts and ghosts.

Amitabha.

Today is the last day of the Peony Fair. In the largest restaurant in Luoyang City, the Peony King of this session is being selected.

"Brother Yin, here, here!"

Tan Zhao walked over, money is happiness, and all the seats were prime seats, with a panoramic view of the peonies exhibited below.

"Hey, where's Brother Feng?"

Tan Zhao smiled: "I probably went home to write a work report."

"Huh? I don't understand. Brother Yin, you always say things that I don't understand." After Jia Mingsi finished speaking, she leaned on the railing to look at Peony.Such a grand event, chatting is boring.

Without jumping away from the little dandy, Yan Mei was finally able to ask the doubts in her heart: "I heard that something happened to the Feng family?"

"I know I can't hide it from you. The old lady of the Feng family killed someone many years ago, and now she just repays the karma."

Yan Mei was able to be friends with Jia Mingsi, obviously she had a lot of associations, so she immediately asked, "A ghost wants his life?"

"Do you think I look like a ghost?" Tan Zhao teased deliberately.

"..."

Today, it's really difficult to talk about, but Mr. Yan is unyielding: "But the power that controlled me back then is causing trouble?"

Tan Zhao stretched out his hand and patted the young man's shoulder: "Yes or no, don't think so much, you will know when you enter the court."

It is said to be evil, but in the end it originated from the human heart, and the human heart can't help it, and the evil thoughts will not end.But evil is rewarded with evil, making a deal with the devil will eventually be swallowed by evil thoughts.

"what?"

Tan Zhao estimated excitedly: "Why, no confidence?"

Yan Mei has 12 confidence in her talent: "Wait!"

Tan Zhao grinned, "Okay."

The flower king at the bottom also just came out. It was a peony from a family surnamed Wang. It was extremely bright and red, full of beauty, rich and graceful, unlike ordinary flowers.

The peony is sought after by people, and it really has its grace.

This pot of peony flower king was bought by his side, Mr. Yan, with a lot of money. Only then did Tan Zhao know that the reason why the other party came to Luoyang to see the flower fair was to buy a pot of peonies as a birthday gift for Mrs. Yan, who loves peonies.

"You didn't tell me sooner!"

Yan Mei paid the money, and rarely asked in doubt: "Why?"

"..." If you said it earlier, he would have earned the money.Hey, the peony flower demon came to thank him yesterday and gave him many peonies, each pot was in perfect condition, even if he doesn't like flowers, he can tell that the flowers are not cheap.

System: ... Are you falling for money?Isn't the money from the prime minister's mansion not enough for you? !

[You don't understand, money is never too much. ]