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No way, no way!

I blurted out: "Is it Zhang Jianming?"

"That seems to be the name." The old man nodded.

I was almost petrified.

It’s really special.

The pig butcher is also Zhang Jianming!

A member of the Fairy Hall!

I frowned, my thoughts racing.

I had made various guesses about the identity of the pig butcher, but I never expected that he was also Zhang Jianming.

This was even more shocking than when I met him in Balong Village.

But thinking about it, it’s not that surprising.

There are very few people who know the secrets of the Twenty-Eight Constellations, except for my father and the Xiangongtang.

The people who are looking for relevant treasures are either my father’s friends or people from the Fairy Hall.

Maybe the Buddha had already been handed over to the Immortal Hall by the slayer.

My heart sank.

I knew that it would be extremely difficult to get the Buddha treasure, but I finally came across it, so I just let it go without giving up.

Think left and right.

The pig butcher seems to be different from other Zhang Jianming. He is not so ruthless and unwilling to hurt people's lives.

No matter what, I will talk to him again.

The time finally arrived in the afternoon.

After a busy day in Balong Village, the banquet finally started.

Every table is filled with delicious dishes, exuding tempting fragrance.

The children looked at the table eagerly and drooled.

Grandma Long was helped out and sat tremblingly in the upper position. The whole village stood in the position and waited for her to nod before sitting down.

The pig butcher was also among them. He was not surprised to see me returning to the village, and his expression remained calm.

"Open the banquet!"

Someone shouted happily, and everyone moved their chopsticks.

It was very lively to exchange cups and cups.

But I had no appetite, and I was thinking about the pig butcher.

After taking two bites of the food, I walked to the butcher's table with my wine bowl.

Everyone at his table went out to toast, not sure if they were avoiding him on purpose or something.

He had one foot on the stool, a large bowl of wine and a large piece of meat, looking nonchalant.

It’s not surprising to see me coming here.

"Butcher, how about a drink?" I sat down next to him and picked up the wine jar.

The wine is rice wine brewed by the villagers, which is very mellow.

The butcher looked at me and put his wine bowl over.

I filled it for him and poured myself another bowl.

The butcher picked up the bowl and touched it with me, raised his head and drank the wine in one gulp.

Even if he does it, I can't do it as he pleases.

Fortunately, this rice wine is sweet and mouth-watering and delicious.

"It's just a chance that you walked into this village. But you can't be too greedy, and don't mess around with things that don't belong to you."

He wiped his mouth and said.

I didn't expect him to be so direct, so I smiled and said, "Then how can you prove that that thing is yours?"

The pig butcher was stunned for a moment and said a little arrogantly: "Since I got it, it's mine."

Hearing him say this made me feel more at ease.

Because this sentence proves that the Buddha treasure is on his body and has not been handed over to the Immortal Hall.

"Don't speak too early, you only got half of it." I said again.

The Buddha treasure is just the key, and Baihu's box is in my hand, so he can only count half of it.

"So what, the other half will be mine sooner or later." The pig butcher said without hesitation.

"Are you too confident? Do you think you already know where your other half is?" I said calmly.

"have no idea."

"Then you're still so sure?"

"Because I will find my other half at all costs." There was a formidable ferocity in the butcher's tone.

"I'm curious, what is the use of this thing? So many people have sacrificed their lives for it!" I squinted my eyes.

The butcher smiled and looked up at me.

"Since you don't know, I advise you not to inquire. Human greed is difficult to control. Once you have delusions about things that don't belong to you, you will end up like those who paid the price with their lives."

"Thank you for your kindness, but how can you guarantee that you are not one of them?" I smiled.

The butcher's expression condensed slightly, he put down his chopsticks and lit a cigarette.

"Whether I am or not, I am already on this road and can't turn back. But you are different. You still have a way out."

"Brother Zhang, you are not me, how do you know I still have a way out?" I smiled helplessly.

In fact, ever since my father traced the secrets of the Twenty-Eight Constellations, I was destined to embark on this path.

The strange talk live broadcast room is just an opportunity.

The pig butcher suddenly raised his head and looked at me in surprise: "What did you call me?"

"Brother Zhang." I said calmly, "People in the village say what is your name Zhang? You are older than me. I should call you Brother Zhang, shouldn't I?"

"I haven't heard anyone call this name for a long time." The pig butcher held his cigarette butt and his eyes were blank, as if he was lost in memories.

"I heard from the village that Brother Zhang, you married into Balong Village. Where are you from before?"

"I don't want to mention what happened in the past anymore. Now that I have arrived in Balong Village, I am a member of Balong Village." The pig butcher came to his senses and took a long drag on his cigarette.

Judging from his attitude, it seems that he has stopped contacting Xiangongtang for a long time.

I thought about it carefully.

He entered Balong Village twenty years ago, and at that time, it was also the time when Xiangongtang was annihilated.

He was a fish that slipped through the net and fled to Balong Village, hiding his name.

But if he really lost contact with Xiangongtang, why would he still look for the Xingxiu treasure?

"Brother Zhang has been in Balong Village for twenty years. Don't you miss your old family?" I asked deliberately.

"I have no family." The pig butcher paused, his eyes softened, and then said: "My family is in Balong Village, but they have passed away."

"I heard that they died of a strange disease."

"What do you want to do? My patience is limited!" The pig butcher twisted his eyebrows and interrupted me rudely.

"I'm just telling you all that that night at Rakshasa Temple. I saw that you were different from others, and I didn't want you to get stuck in the quagmire. But that doesn't mean you can make irresponsible remarks about my family!"

"Brother Zhang, I didn't mean that. In fact, my family is no longer here, I just feel the same way."

I picked up the wine jar, poured another glass for him and myself, and then picked up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp to show my sincerity.

The butcher didn't move and looked at me with narrowed eyes.

"Brother Zhang, with all due respect, I think there may be something fishy about your family's death."

The butcher's brows twitched and he stared at me steadily for a long while before speaking again: "What do you know?"

I was overjoyed.

His performance showed that I was right.

Actually, I didn't know there was anything wrong with his family's death. I just made a wild guess because he cared so much about his family.

"Not much. I learned it all from the villagers. Before your family members passed away, they had many black spots on their bodies. They were getting weaker and weaker day by day. Don't blame me for what I said. A normal disease would not lead to death like this."

The butcher's brows furrowed, and he grasped the edge of the table tightly with his right hand. His finger bones turned white from the exertion, and there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

His expression made me more sure of my guess.

"I think you haven't found out the truth yet. I'm willing to help you."