Without Yang Jian making trouble, Zhou Qingfeng was really happy. He swaggered to call two servants, and called a few of Gu Yuanwei's Jurchen guards, and brought some silver, and walked out of Hetuala.

Out of Hetuala, the sky is high and the earth is wide, Zhou Qingfeng suddenly thought: "Why don't Lao Tzu run away directly back to Fushun for Mao?" Otherwise, it will be troublesome when Gu Yuanwei comes back. But after a while, "What can I do with this powerless Hui Fushun?" I finally came to Hetuala, and I'm sorry for the suffering I suffered along the way if I didn't mess with something. None of the original plans were realized, and I couldn't leave easily. ”

Firm in confidence, Zhou Qingfeng crossed the Suzi River on a pontoon bridge and arrived at the Tokso ferry on the opposite side. Seeing this little master coming, the Jurchen steward of the ferry was very polite. He asked people to inquire about the whereabouts of the ghost Xiu Jia Gang, but no one could tell. I went around the ferry, but I didn't see anything unusual.

This is the worst situation that Zhou Qingfeng expected. finally got rid of Yang Jian and got out of Hetuala, but he couldn't find the goal he was looking for. He stood at the ferry and scratched his head, and the servants and soldiers behind him didn't know what was going on, they were all full of doubts.

The ferry was full of people, and Zhou Qingfeng was frowning, and suddenly saw a particularly thin figure among the coolies who were carrying it slowly moving forward. The man was unkempt and could not see clearly. She was covered in black mud, her clothes were in tatters, and only the two shriveled **s on her chest proved to be a woman. The overseers and other coolies around her were laughing at her, poking and beating her with sticks and whips just for fun.

A group of weak scum is bullying weaker people.

This situation made Zhou Qingfeng's head buzz, and his chest was blocked again. He can't see such a thing, and he really can't see such a thing. He comes from a civilized era and sees the world of misery only from books and videos. And now that the real scene appeared in front of him, his nose was sour, and he almost burst into tears.

It was Mao Ada's wife, and Zhou Qingfeng recognized this poor woman at a glance.

The woman struggled to carry a bundle of lumber into the warehouse, and she walked up to the overseer and stretched out her thin palm, demanding her reward with a pleading look. The reward is a small piece of bread, really, very small. The overseer also deliberately did not give it, grabbed the bread in his hand and kept throwing it, and the woman could only kneel down and pray. She was expressionless and completely numb during the whole process.

"Give her what she deserves." Zhou Qingfeng walked over slowly, even though he said to himself 10,000 times in his heart, 'don't be nosy', he still walked over. He was also expressionless, staring coldly at the overseer of the ferry.

When the overseer saw Zhou Qingfeng, a spirit jumped off the pyre and knelt on the ground. Zhou Qingfeng had to say again, "Give her what she deserves." ”

The overseer hurriedly handed the woman all the bread he had, and even handed his own water hyacinth. The woman looked up and saw Zhou Qingfeng, and also recognized the eight-year-old child. Her expression finally changed, she smiled bitterly, picked up the dirty dough and water hyacinth on the ground, and seemed to sigh and began to eat slowly.

Zhou Qingfeng saw this woman laughing for the first time, and this smile made him extremely sad, how much grievance he had to suffer, how much suffering he had to endure to be able to smile so movingly. He watched as the woman finished the bread and drank the water. During the whole process, the woman has been very peaceful, she does not have the cowardice of the past, as if she is eating the last supper.

Zhou Qingfeng's heart was as heavy as a weighing stone. There are many such insulted and hurt people in a small ferry. This is just a microcosm. All Zhou Qingfeng could do was to guard her and let her eat a good meal. Seeing that she had finished eating, he turned and left.

"Little brother, you are a good person." The woman spoke from Zhou Qingfeng's back, her voice hoarse and weak, but she finally spoke.

Zhou Qingfeng stopped and answered with his back to him, "Maybe." ”

The woman said, "I heard someone say you're looking for that guy who isn't human, who isn't a ghost." I knew he was there. ”

As soon as Zhou Qingfeng turned around, he saw the woman raise her hand and point to the mountains north of the ferry. "That guy lives behind the ridge to the north, not far away," she said. Little brother, you don't have to be afraid of him. The guy was alone, without a helper. The people here are afraid of him and hate him. ”

To the north of the ferry is a green grove with a path winding through it. After Zhou Qingfeng determined the direction, he took out a few pieces of broken silver from his pocket and put them in front of the woman, and said 'thank you'. The woman didn't say anything, didn't even pick up the broken silver, just smiled.

Zhou Qingfeng led the team to turn around and walk to the woods to the north again, and the servant beside him knew that his little master was going to find a ghost cultivator. For a while, many people's faces turned pale, and they even persuaded bitterly: "Little master, the monk is very powerful, and the ghost cultivation method is even more weird, should we call Master Yang to help?" ”

"I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of? Is your life more precious than mine? Zhou Qingfeng led the team, and the others could only follow hard. And when he walked out of a few dozen meters away, he looked back at the direction of the ferry—as expected, the overseer of the ferry was beating the woman fiercely, viciously venting the anger that had just been suppressed by Zhou Qingfeng, and the blood that was drawn out even continued to rise with the whip.

The woman's screams drifted in the wind, and when the servant heard it, he persuaded Zhou Qingfeng: "Little master, you are a kind-hearted person, but you still don't care about this kind of thing." The more you care, the faster that woman will die. She won't get any of the money you give. In these years, the lives of the poor are cheap. If you have one in charge today, you will have ten hundred in charge tomorrow. You have mountains of gold and silver, but you can't save a few people. ”

"I know, I know it all." Zhou Qingfeng took a few deep breaths, tried not to let the gloomy emotions affect him, and continued to walk towards the mountains. He secretly said in his heart: "This world is too dark, I don't want to be assimilated by it." But I became more and more irritable and uncontrollable. ”

There is a path in the mountains, and a few hundred meters ahead of you will appear in an open field. A grass hut suddenly appeared, surrounded by several wooden frames. There was smoke in the grass house, and there was a smell of medicine. There were several pieces of meat hanging on the wooden shelf, and when I looked closer, some of them were clearly human limbs.

There was a strange aura in this place, and Zhou Qingfeng immediately felt goosebumps floating all over his body when he broke in, and he was secretly frightened. The accompanying servants all hid behind Zhou Qingfeng, and the other Jurchen soldiers drew their swords on guard, their eyes frightened.

Zhou Qingfeng shouted to Caolu: "Is Jia Gang here?" Come out and see me. ”

There was a rustling sound in the grass house, and soon a small figure came out. As soon as he saw this figure, the servant hiding behind Zhou Qingfeng immediately screamed and fled out in a panic. The Jurchen soldiers were also in chaos, and they took several steps back to stabilize their emotions.

Zhou Qingfeng was also frightened by this figure and broke out in a cold sweat, it was a ghost-like child. His face was gray, his hair was thinning, his hands and feet were as shriveled as mummies, and his eyes could still move, but the translucent eyes were even more terrifying. When he saw Zhou Qingfeng and the others, his hands were raised high to expose his sharp claws, a rustling and threatening sound came out of his mouth, and his feet quickly pounced.

Zhou Qingfeng hurriedly retreated into the protective circle of the Jurchen soldiers. A few Jurchens could only dare to dance a sword light and shout to stop this ghost from approaching. The ghost boy ran away in fear of the blade, and a hoarse shouting voice sounded in the grass house, "Hairy egg, stand down." ”

Hairy eggs?

Zhou Qingfeng was undecided, but he looked at the ghost child. The ghost boy was watching him, but he ran away in the blink of an eye and disappeared into the nearby woods.

Looking at the grass house again, Jia Gang, who was full of ghosts, appeared. This ghost cultivator is always eerie, and laughing is more ugly than crying. He stared at Zhou Qingfeng and said, "Yo, isn't this the Zhou boy who has recently been in the limelight in Jianzhou Jurchen?" I originally thought that it would be great for you to have a master from Dongchang, but I didn't expect that as soon as I arrived in Hetuala, I would climb the door of Concubine Abahai. ”

"You know that, you know."

"I'm not deaf or blind, and if I want to mix in the wilderness here, I have to inquire more about things, otherwise I don't know how to die? I don't know what the little master of Zhou deigns to patronize my grass house, what is the noble matter? ”

"Tell me first, what's the matter with that kid?" Zhou Qingfeng pointed in the direction where the ghost child disappeared and asked, "I've seen that kid, he was a living person before, how could he become like this?" ”

Jia Gang seemed a little reluctant to say it, but he still spoke: "His father sold him to me, so naturally I will dispose of it." I made him a ghost boy. Again, his father took the initiative to sell it to me, and I didn't steal or rob it. ”

"Grass mud horse, what you said is so light." Zhou Qingfeng looked at the wooden frame next to the grass house again.

"Hehe, that kid's life is hard, not by me, but also starved to death. I have a clear conscience anyway. Jia Gang also explained those human flesh by the way, "There are always some self-righteous people who come to me for trouble without opening their eyes, and the various powerful ghosts I raise need some blood food, and they deserve it." ”

"Fuck, I knew it wasn't a good idea to find you." Zhou Qingfeng couldn't bear the unhappiness in his heart, frowned and said, "I want to make a deal with you and let me owe you a personal favor." ”

Jia Gang laughed when he heard this, and the sharp laughter frightened the Jurchen soldiers who guarded the guards, and two of them had severe pain in their heads, and they couldn't hold the knives in their hands, and they fell down. Zhou Qingfeng was also irritated by this laughter, and his blood was rolling, but the 'Yanggui' in his chest reacted quickly, protecting his heart, chest and brain, and other key points.

"Enough laughing? Laugh enough and listen to me. Zhou Qingfeng said calmly.

Jia Gang shouted unhappily: "You so-called 'famous and decent' are all like this, and you usually hate our ghost cultivators to death, and you shout and kill at every turn." When you want to drive us, it's like giving us a great blessing, and it's disgusting. ”

"It's disgusting, but as long as you still want to mix in the territory of the Jianzhou Department, I owe you a favor much better than you owe me a favor. Again, I'll make a deal, and you can make an offer. I want you to give me a magic weapon to replenish my spiritual power. Zhou Qingfeng said and took out the pink 'transformation wand' from his arms.

Seeing the super cute wand on the top of this love wand, Jia Gang frowned and asked, "What is this?" ”

"What do you care about it? Infuse the spiritual power until the 'heart' at the top of the rod starts to flicker. Zhou Qingfeng threw his wand to Jia Gang, "You live in such a ghost place, and you live like a mouse." It's only good for you to have a relationship like mine. Whatever you want, as long as I can get it, you can negotiate it. ”

Jia Gang was tempted by this. For normal society, ghost cultivation is a rat crossing the street, and everyone shouts and beats. Doing ghost cultivation is a last resort, and Jia Gang just came to the north of the country when he couldn't get along in the Central Plains. It's just that the people here don't like ghost cultivation that people don't get close to, and he barely survives at best.

Tentatively inputting some spiritual power into the wand, Jia Gang estimated how much the price was appropriate. After a while, he said, "Okay, I can make this deal with you." I've heard that you can make Barilla, it's a great way to calm the mind, and I need it. ”

"Hahaha...... you're lucky to have met me. However, I also made it clear that the quality of my Barilla is not very good. Zhou Qingfeng turned around and shouted, "Minions, where did you die?" Your master, I'm not done yet, get back to me. ”

After a long period of hard work, the servants who accompanied Zhou Qingfeng re-emerged tremblingly. He grabbed one of them and asked, "Go back to the city and go to my bedroom to get a porcelain vase with the label 'Barra Dew' on it." ”

It won't take long to make a round trip to Hetuala. Half an hour later, Jia Gang received the goods from Zhou Qingfeng, and a drop of inferior 'Barilla Dew' entered his mouth. The black gas that this guy was bubbling all over his body actually subsided and regained a little human appearance.

"Yes, that's what I want." Jia Gang looked at Zhou Qingfeng happily, "Willing to make a deal with ghost cultivators, you kid is really not an ordinary person." Where you can use it in the future, just come to me. ”

Zhou Qingfeng also smiled: "I'm the most practical person." Let me owe you a favor, and it will be good for you. ”