Zong Xiao couldn't help but burst into tears as he spoke, looked at no one around, and whispered, Remember, Lin Tongji is a sworn enemy at home, and he has destroyed our family for so many years. If you are still a descendant of our family, you must take revenge on this no matter what. Even if Tongji can't be in your hands, his children and grandchildren can't make them feel better! You must let them repay their blood debts! You must remember, otherwise I will die.

At that time, Feng Shan couldn't understand the turbulent and unpredictable situation, but when he saw his elderly father, his eyes were rolling with sincere tears, flashing with hatred, and a look of despair.

Feng Shan nodded and made a note of it. After his father's death, Fengshan became a man of the hour in the village, keeping up with the situation, large and small sports, there was a shadow of him charging into battle, and all kinds of things in the village must be indispensable to him, so everyone gave him a nickname called "Sports Busy".

Lin Fengshan originally wanted to repay his hatred on Tongji, but Tongji is a brave and resourceful person, although he can't read as much as Zong Xiao, and he can't understand the poems of Dai Wangshu and Xu Zhimo. However, he knows that "it is difficult to draw a dragon and a tiger, and it is difficult to know the face but not the heart", and "the heart of hurting people cannot be had, and the heart of guarding against people is indispensable". So many years of grievances, although they have come to an end, have also planted the seeds of hatred.

Lin Fengshan was young at that time and had no chance to get close to Tongji, and Tongji also resisted Lin Fengshan's family intentionally or unintentionally, so Lin Fengshan had no chance to take revenge at all.

Tongji thought that as long as Zong Xiao died in the matter of five hundred oceans, I am afraid that no one would be able to prove what was going on. Only the gods and ghosts can figure out what's going on. He felt much more at ease and relieved. Speaking in front of people, he is also stiff, and his waist is straighter.

As the saying goes, man is not as good as heaven. He was wrong, he never dreamed that the East Window incident would be so bizarre.

That year, Tongji had four sisters-in-law, and the youngest sister-in-law's child came to play at their house, and the child was only six or seven years old. Every day, I go out to the street to play with a group of children, either playing with push circles or playing with slips. It is a favorite game of children, that is, several children use round pig iron blocks, bend over to throw, and the second child votes the first child's top block. The first child of the re-cast wins, then the third child votes for the second, and so on.

The children of Tongji's sister-in-law's family want to play but don't have it. When I came back to play with Tuo, I was catching up with no one at home. The child rummaged through and pulled out a wooden box from under the cabinet. The child opened the wooden box and was ecstatic, there were so many iron tops. I reached out and put a dozen pieces into my clothes pocket. Ran out to play.

In fact, that's foreign money, where do children know it?

Just in time for the good deeds in the village, when I saw that this child was not playing in the ocean? Whose child are you? As the saying goes, "Eggplants don't bloom, and children don't tell lies." The boy told the truth, and the man was immediately alerted. At that time, people's ideological consciousness was focused on the class struggle, and they realized that this was not an ordinary trivial matter, and the children in the family took out the big ocean to play, not to mention that the children said that there were many more at home.

Tongji's case was committed, and the remaining 400 or so pieces of cash were found from home, except for some spent. And then it was used to buy the witness.

Tongji was sentenced to life imprisonment, and he looked up to the sky and sighed, "This is fate!" Everything is such a coincidence. It's so deceptive.

In the following years, Tongji became seriously ill and died not long after.

After Tongji's death, Fengshan did not change his original intention of revenge, he thought of Xiangyi. Seeing Xiangyi's appearance of showing off his power in the village, he felt that he was the second Tongji who was alive, no matter how Xiang Yi smiled and smiled, it was no different from his father, not to mention the measurement of usurping power and seizing the throne. He hated all the people in their family and wanted their whole family to die a good death!

He knows the truth of killing people to pay off debts and debts. He had heard that there was witchcraft in the south, and that it could kill people thousands of miles away. I made up my mind not to go thousands of miles to ask for advice on this kind of evil art, which is not the traditional evil art of our country. It comes from Thailand and is a kind of thing that flows into our country from Thailand. Fengshan spent a lot of money and energy.

It took a whole year to learn. Everything used is ready, but the corpse liquid is too difficult to get, and the soup after the decomposition of the human corpse can make people faint without looking.

At that time, Feng Shan had been completely confused by hatred, and he was always thinking about how to get the corpse liquid. Coincidentally, that summer, a child of a few years old in a neighboring village was drowned in a large puddle at the entrance of the village.

A few days later, Fengshan took advantage of the darkness of the night to open the child's grave and took half a jar of corpse liquid from the crack in the coffin. Then he buried it again, and kowtowed again before running away.

This thing stinks, it's really smoking! Feng Shan was fine, and he was ready as usual.

Wow, you're amazing!

Maybe it's providence, auspicious and righteous fate should not be extinguished. This witchcraft was not used up, and I bumped into Wangcai. What's more, once this kind of witchcraft fails, he will suffer more trouble, Fengshan died here in the broken temple, and his witchcraft failure may have a greater relationship.

Lin Bao roughly explained the above situation, and then looked at Xiangyi's face for a while, and his whole body trembled. Angry.

It seems that Wangcai and I are not present, so we have to eat Lin Bao. I look at the matter of human life, don't hesitate, Chong Xiangyi said: "This is the case. Report it, we can't afford it. ”

Xiangyi finally calmed down, nodded and said, report the case.

The people of the village still flocked here to see what was going on. They all talked about it and speculated about each other. Old Man Qingxuan walked over from the ruined temple to see the situation here.

When I saw the necks of two strangers being twisted, I couldn't help but be taken aback. Wangcai and I also felt strange, and when we saw the old man's expression change like this, we asked the old man in puzzlement: "Master Xuan, do you think there is anything strange?"

The old man nodded and said, "Well, this method of killing people happened here many years ago......."

In the winter of that year, the Kuomintang retreated one after another, and stragglers ran everywhere. Suddenly, one day, more than a dozen deserters appeared from there, got some food in the village, and went to the broken temple to stay here.

They did not dare to live in the village at this time, for fear of being reported by the villagers for letting the People's Liberation Army or the local military engineering team make dumplings. So I ran out of the village to eat and stayed in the broken temple for one night, and then continued the next day.

But the next morning, an old man in the village who was collecting dung passed by the ruined temple, but found that the Kuomintang soldiers standing guard were dead.

More than a dozen Kuomintang deserters in the temple all died somewhere, and they died with their necks broken, without any signs of struggle!