The mobile phone was ringing, sitting at the desk, and the haggard Chen Zhengcong pressed the answer button: "Zheng Daxiang, how is the situation?" ”

"The Justice Department has formally charged you, and the trial will be held in two days, and now there is a lot of evidence against you, and it is difficult for me to exonerate you. Your Huamao Chairman Yang and Sir Zhong are old friends, if she is willing to come forward, there may be a turnaround. ”

“……”

"Mr. Chen? Are you listening? ”

"I, I know, I'll call you later.

"Okay."

Syllable!

The fragments of the vase splattered everywhere, Chen Zhengcong's eyes were red, and his chest rose and fell violently.

After a while, he collected his mood and rummaged through the tables of ancient books of various colors.

"If you want to drive me away, don't even think about it! I stayed with the old witch for five years. I deserve it, I'll take it back, slut...... Hurt me ......"

After a long time, he caught a glimpse of a hand-copied nameless notebook out of the corner of his eye, and his spirit suddenly shook.

Got it!

Chen Zhengcong was excited in his heart, his fingers swayed the yellowed traditional characters on the book, and he carefully recognized them for a while.

"Corpse oil, schisandra vine, locust puppet ......"

After Chen Zhengcong finished reading, he turned on his laptop, pressed the materials in the book, and sent an email out. Then I stared at the screen, and I had to refresh the page every ten seconds.

Finally, there was a reply to his email.

"Five hundred thousand."

The answer to him was a red avatar.

Chen Zhengcong exhaled.

"I'll call you later. Give me the stuff first. ”

He clicked the send button and glanced at the line of text on the book that he had marked in red.

The cold is less resentful, and the life is lonely; Lonely early widow, widowed day by day.

This is the assertion he got from privately showing Yang Baojin's fate in the early years, referring to the lonely Luan Sha among the Four Pillars of Evil God, the Lord Kefu. And Judy was born rich and noble, and there are more stars in the palace, and her evil spirit is far from being comparable to ordinary lonely luan, and she is already the "purple mantis" mentioned in the photo book, and she will swallow all the blessings of her partner.

Her dead ghost husband Sir Deng is a noble life, and he is already a rich and noble person, but he still can't resist this evil spirit, not only died young, but the original wealth of his life was all absorbed by Gu Luan. It must be a person who is very vicious and lucky, and his life is extremely dangerous, so as to break this ferocity. This kind of person may not be born in a few hundred years, in other words, Yang Baojin is destined to die alone.

This kind of person who is in the body will be revenged, ruthless, has a city in his chest, but is lucky and shining, Chen Zhengcong was unwilling to be an enemy of Judy, but now that the knife is on his neck, Chen Zhengcong can't think of a move.

No matter how expensive his life is, he is also a layman, and it is difficult to survive some unusual evil arts.

After a while, Chen Zhengcong received the email again.

"I inspected the goods, and I shipped them if I thought it was okay."

The mail also comes with a number of photos. There were glass jars containing yellow liquid, and dried vines like medicinal herbs, but the most evil of all was a stillborn fetus in the form of formalin.

The computer screen emitted red, green, and green light, and while browsing, a sneer appeared at the corner of Chen Zhengcong's mouth: "See if you die this time?" ”

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"He Shao, I don't know how it came to be like this, that day the person was obviously fine, who knows the kung fu of eating a meal, he will ......"

He Changhong's face was expressionless, and Boss Chen was anxiously turning around him, sweating all over his head.

This is a simple mourning hall. There was an urn niche with Pei Dongsheng's black and white photos on the table, and a charcoal brazier on the ground, except for He Chen and the two, next to the table of the Eight Immortals sat an old man in a black coat with goosebumps, who was silently adding paper money to the brazier.

Pei Dongsheng's words were surprising that day, not only calculating He Changhong's business troubles, but also asserting that his father was seriously ill, so that He Chen and the others were happy and convinced of this young Master Pei.

It turned out that Pei Dongsheng drove out of the Golden Dragon Mansion that day, and collided head-on with a heavy truck, and died on the spot.

“……”

He Changhong crossed his hands on his hips, walked around the house a few times, and said to Boss Chen: "Now that the person is dead, what should I do?" He also received a deposit of $100,000. What about the money?! ”

"The money is in the package."

The old man in the black coat stared at the brazier and suddenly spoke.

"What I found when I sorted out Dongsheng's relics should be your money, you can take it back."

He Changhong restrained his lust and looked at the old man in black coat in front of him. Asked softly, "Are you, Master Pei?" ”

"I'm his godfather."

The old man in the black coat barely stood up, walking with difficulty on crutches, and He Changhong realized that the old man was a cripple.

"What do you call it?"

The old man poured himself a glass of boiling water: "My name is Qian Wu, they all call me Uncle Wu, I have seen your business card, He Gongzi is a big man, if you feel that you are at a loss, you can call me lame five." ”

"What do you say, Fifth Uncle."

He Changhong originally wanted to be more reserved, but time waited for no one, so he had to ask sideways: "Eh, fifth uncle, Master Pei's physiognomy technique, are you ......?"

"I have been guarding corpses in funeral homes for more than 30 years, and I know how to organize the remains, and I don't know anything about physiognomy. This kid used to be an apprentice in Wong Tai Sin for the three-inch nails, you can go and ask the three-inch nails. ”

“……”

He Changhong pursed his lips a little gloomily, and after a while, he said coldly: "Farewell." ”

"Walk slowly, bring the money in the package."

He Changhong raised his hand: "The junior just now can't speak, don't be angry, fifth uncle." The money was used as funeral expenses for Master Pei. ”

"No merit is not rewarded." The old man was stubborn: "Take it back." ”

He Changhong ignored him and went straight out, and Boss Chen followed behind.

"He Gongzi is really a bodhisattva, no matter how you say it, Master Pei didn't contribute, 100,000 US dollars will be sent, atmospheric."

After getting out of the shop, the two got into the car, and Boss Chen smiled and gave He Changhong a thumbs up.

"I'm just afraid of trouble, the old guy is old, and his godson is dead, what kind of pension do you want to send to the end? No? Hum. ”

Ho Changhong stepped on the accelerator and drove to Wong Tai Sin District.

In the house, the fifth uncle sipped the teapot until he drank all the white water in the jar, then opened the package on the table, took out the green dollars in it, and put it into the burning charcoal brazier one by one.

The flames engulfed Franklin's avatar bit by bit.

"In the past three years, you have been extravagantly lustful, for the sake of fame and profit, climbing up and down, not caring about the lives of others. Now you are killed for no reason, it is all karma. I taught you to change your life for the sky, but I hurt you, Dongsheng, you have knowledge under the spring, and you should also introspect. In the next life, be a useful person to society. ”

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