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Chapter 118

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    Looking at the ghost knife on the ground not far away, Song Fengchen's tense nerves relaxed, his vision gradually blurred, and the next moment, he fell crookedly.

    Just now Shi Guyan's kick really kicked Song Fengchen's body. If his body was not strong enough, he might have been seriously injured and passed out on the spot.

    It is not easy for him to persist until now.

    Xuanzhen, who carefully stretched out his head out of the window to check the situation in the living room, saw this scene, he took a short breath, and almost blurted out: "Master Shao¡ª¡ª"

    Before the words finished, Xuanzhen and the two senior brothers came in through the window. Seeing this, the Ding family hurriedly followed.

    "It's okay, okay." Xuanzhen withdrew his hand under Song Fengchen's nose, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Together with Xuanhe, he helped Song Fengchen up from the ground.

    When the Ding family saw it, they worked together to lift back the sofa that had rolled into the corner.

    After placing Song Fengchen, as if he remembered something, Xuanhe slapped his thigh and flew up to the second floor¡ªbecause the stairs had been turned into a pile of construction waste during the fight just now.

    When he came back again, he had an extra jade box in his hand.

    Seeing Xuanzhen, his eyes lit up, and he ran into the kitchen and took out a pestle and mortar.

    Xuanhe opened the jade box, poured the fresh honeysuckle inside into the pestle and mortar, smashed it vigorously, then flushed it with water, and poured it down for Song Fengchen.

    Could it be the box of honeysuckle that Song Fengchen gave to Guangyang more than a month ago.

    Feeling a surge of vigorous spiritual power in his stomach, Song Fengchen pulled himself together with difficulty, driving this spiritual power to swim through the internal organs.

    After about half a quarter of an hour, he panted lightly, opened his eyes, and what he saw was Xuanzhen and the others ecstatically surprised.

    "Young Guanzhu/Mr. Song!"

    Before Song Fengchen could speak, a siren suddenly sounded outside the house.

    "The police are here." Ding Sijing stood up straight. With such a big commotion, it was their expectation that the police would be called.

    He said: "I'll deal with it."

    "Mr. Ding, this matter of yours is a bit serious. In the past half an hour, our Police Headquarters has received no less than fifty calls to the police, saying that your place is thundering and lightning, and the flames are soaring, and guns are shooting.  Shoot or something"

    "Director Du should have heard about my family's affairs, no, the black hands behind the scenes have come to the door"

    "Oh, then nothing happened to your family?"

    "With the care of Chief Laudu, they are all fine."

    "That's good, that's good!"

    "I'm sorry to ask Director Du to come here so late. It's just that my house is full of holes. It's not easy to invite Director Du into the house for tea at the moment. Otherwise, I will be the host another day, at the Peninsula Hotel  Invite Director Du to have a drink or two. Just in time, I got a bottle of 61-year-old Latour some time ago."

    "Mr. Ding is polite! Since you have said so, then we will not bother you."

    After sending the policemen away, Ding Sijing turned back and returned to the villa. Looking at the living room with air leaks from all sides, he said, "Master Song, I definitely can't live here. I still have a villa with a sea view in the East District, but it's a bit far away from here."  Far. How about we go to the hotel to stay for one night first?"

    "That's fine." Song Fengchen's face was still pale, he swallowed with difficulty, and looked at Xuanzhen: "Please brother Xuanzhen help me to get a piece of Zong Guiren's heart."

    "Yes." Xuanzhen nodded belatedly. When he thought of Guangyang, who had been transferred out and was injured more and more seriously, and could no longer get out of bed, he was no longer afraid.

    He pulled out a dagger from his feet, walked up to Zong Guiren's body, knelt down, and with one hand, he took off Zong Guiren's clothes, and with the other hand, he neatly gouged out a piece of flesh from Zong Guiren's heart.

    In the end, he looked at the hairy piece of meat the size of a ping-pong ball in his hand. He didn't know whether he thought it was a little small or something else, and waved his hand again.

    Xuanhe looked at it, picked up the jade box used to store the honeysuckle and handed it to Xuanzhen.

    Xuanzhen put the pieces of meat into a jade box, looked back at Song Fengchen, and asked, "Master Shao, what should I do next?"

    Song Fengchen managed to pull himself together: "Dry that thing, make it into powder, add keel, achyranthes knuckle, and bergamot each for three coins, cinnabar, dipsacus, and solitary life for one coin each, with one tael of glutinous rice and six taels of sesame oil.  Make it into ointment. Then divide it into three times, and apply it on the palm print on the uncle's chest for nine hours at a time."

    He exhorted: "The time must be grasped well, it can be less but never more than nine.It's too late, otherwise it will be counterproductive.  "

    "Okay." Brother Xuanzhen was eager to try, wishing to make the medicine right away, so as to relieve the deadly palm on Guangyang's body.

    "As for this¡ª" Song Fengchen's eyes fell on the ghost knife not far from Zong Guiren's body.

    The Ding family followed his line of sight, and the air was solemn.

    But no matter how embarrassing Song Fengchen was beaten by Shi Guyan before.

    The current situation is that Shi Guyan has been sealed in the ghost knife by Song Fengchen. As long as Song Fengchen thinks about it, there are thousands of ways to get rid of Shi Guyan.

    But the premise is, should Shi Guyan deserve to die?

    Shi Guyan, the rich businessman, the Ding family, different people, from different perspectives, will naturally have different views on this matter.  Song Fengchen stood on the side of the Ding family, and his subjective attitude was inevitably biased.

    For a while, Song Fengchen really couldn't make a decision.

    At this moment, the corner of his eye suddenly fell on Ding Sijing.

    In this case, why not ask the owner's opinion!

    He thought about it, and said, "What does Mr. Ding want to do with Shi Guyan?"

    Ding Sijing was taken aback for a moment, and then calmed down. After a while, he said: "Cutting the grass does not remove the roots, and the spring breeze blows and it will regenerate."

    He paused, and then said: "Hateful people also have pity."

    Song Fengchen was slightly taken aback, but he didn't expect Ding Sijing to have the heart of the Virgin Mary.

    But he didn't want to. At the next moment, Ding Sijing changed his voice and said in a cold voice: "Then make his life worse than death!"

    The corner of Song Fengchen's mouth twitched, determined to take back his silly and sweet thoughts just now, and he said, "Understood."

    After finishing the matter of Ding's family, Song Fengchen didn't plan to return to the mainland immediately.  Because before coming, he had promised Xu Shujian that he would go back unscathed.

    Obviously, he broke his promise.

    In order not to make Xu Shujian angry, he could only choose to heal his wounds at Ding's house before returning.

    Along with him is Guangyang.

    Guangyang is not an ungrateful person. With the friendship he had died in the past, the estrangement in his heart towards Song Fengchen may not dissipate for a while. After all, the position of the master of Changning Temple was his obsession for half his life.  But one yard counts for one yard, these did not prevent him from treating Song Fengchen as a lifesaver.

    When the two of them recuperated together, they naturally had more opportunities to get in touch. When the two of them sat together, they discussed the most about metaphysics and Taoism.

    After all, Guangyang was born in an orthodox Taoist school. He knew everything, and he really helped Song Fengchen solve a lot of doubts about cultivation.

    All of a sudden, the two got along very harmoniously.

    With the Ding family's food and drink offerings, Song Fengchen and Guangyang's injuries finally healed before the New Year's Eve.

    Before returning to the capital, Song Fengchen buried the ghost knife in the Ding family's ancestral grave, along with a set of Eight Yang Formation.

    The purpose of arranging this set of eight yang formations is to gather the yang energy of the world and slowly erode the ghost energy in Shi Guyan's soul.

    Song Fengchen guessed that within thirty years at the most, Shi Guyan would have so little ghost energy left in his body that it would not even be as good as a new ghost.

    At that time, even if Shi Guyan escapes by chance, the Ding family will be able to clean him up immediately.  After all, as long as the Ding family does not risk their lives, there will still be wealth for two or three hundred years.

    What's more, the feeling of one's ghost qi being eroded by yang qi is not pleasant, and it is only a little bit better than the pain of giving birth.

    This is the true meaning of life is worse than death, nothing more.

    Of course, Shi Guyan is not without a chance of escape, as long as he is willing to let go of his obsession with killing Ding's family, I believe there will be a messenger to take him to reincarnation immediately.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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