There are still Han people living in this slum, and Shang Biao is short of translators, so it is better to hire an adult than this child.

"It's okay to save your father, but one life for another, your little life will be mine in the future, understand?"

"But, yes, quick, help."

The dirty child stood up and took Shang Biao's hand and walked around the narrow wooden house lanes. After a while, he ran to a dilapidated wooden house, and the child took out the key and opened the door.

The house was pitch black, with the stench of rotting flesh and the smell of mold.

The child groped for a match in the darkness and sneered at it, lighting the kerosene lamp and illuminating the room.

This is probably the most shabby home Shang Biao has ever seen, except for some wooden furniture with missing corners and legs, the only electronic product in the house is the wall watch that has stopped moving.

The child carried an oil lamp and pulled Shang Biao to the bed in the corner.

"Ugh"

The light of the oil lamp woke up the man lying on the bed, saying that it was a human, but it looked like a skeleton wrapped in skin. Hair thinning, teeth falling out, and a rancid smell emanated from the half-dead man.

As the oil light line stabilized, Shang Biao frowned.

He thought that the child's father was sick, but looking at the person's appearance now, he seemed to have been hit by a drop in the head.

Raising his hand, he opened the man's eyelids, and the black spots covered the whites of his eyes, almost joining together.

Shang Biao easily cut through the skin on the man's arm with his fingernails, revealing a seeping scene.

The dense black worms keep wriggling and mating, and from time to time lay some white eggs smaller than sesame seeds, which make the human scalp numb.

The child with the oil lamp was so frightened by the disgusting bug that he kept falling backwards and slammed into the table behind him before stopping.

Sure enough, it's a descending head, but it's just the most common insect descending in the descending head.

This kind of descending technique separated from the Miao Jiang Gu technique, almost every descending master will play a few hands, and they all have their own unique insect descending, if you don't know the correct solution, there is no way to start.

If it weren't for some beginner apprentice who was experimentally learning insect descent, it was that this person didn't know how to offend the descenting master.

Because although the insect drop is not very powerful, this kind of head drop is most suitable for torturing people, and it is difficult for people who are hit by the insect to die. I can only watch the insects breed and multiply in the body, gnawing the whole person into a skeleton.

"Sir, what, so?"

The child trembled and approached Shang Biao and asked.

"Do you know that if you are really good for him, give him a ride. If he is like this, death is the true way to heal him. ”

The earth boy Gu Man followed Shang Biao's thoughts and emerged from the shadows, condensing a cloud of yin qi into the brain of the person on the bed, temporarily stimulating him to wake up.

This insect descending has not yet spread to his head, and although the yin qi will stimulate the insect descending to accelerate the reproduction of the insect, it also gives him a chance to speak.

After waking up, the man on the bed first said a few words to the child in the local dialect, and then shifted his gaze to Shang Biao.

"Little brother, for the sake of my compatriots, give Laila a way out. I will definitely be a cow and a horse in my next life, begging~"

Shang Biao raised his hand to interrupt the man's pleading, and said in a cold voice:

"When I translate, I pay for it, in exchange for equal value. If you say anything to avenge this kid, don't blame me for being rude. ”

The words were in the open, and the man on the bed opened and closed his mouth a few times, and slowly closed his eyes with a smile on his face.

"Woo~"

"Shut up, the descending master will come to collect these Gu worms in a while, if you want to be like your father, continue to cry here."

Shang Biao picked up the child and said sharply.

His words did not calm the child, and the dirty mouth bit directly into his arm.

The dog bit Lu Dongbin, Shang Biao threw the child off, and walked towards the door without looking back. Since the other party wanted to die, he didn't bother to say it.

The descending master has a sense of his own descending head, and as soon as this person dies, the descending person will sense it.

In Nanyang, a place where human lives are equal to about 350,000, the price of exterminating a child is too small, or the descending master will not mind having one more material for experimenting with lowering his head.

Walking out of the door, the sky was already full of stars, Shang Biao looked at the stars, identified the direction and continued to set off.

After walking for more than half an hour after leaving the slum, Shang Biao had to stop.

There is a straight road in front of me that spreads along the southwest direction, and if you walk, it is estimated that it will be too much time, and you may not be able to walk to the place indicated by the hexagram in one night.

Summoning the boy Guman out, Shang Biao is ready to get a car to travel.

There were too many people on the lower ship, the yang energy was suppressed, and the sun had not yet set, so the ground boy Guman could not appear at all when he shrank in the golden body.

There was a heavy panting sound behind him, and a thin figure ran towards Shang Biao.

"I'm sorry, sir."

Hearing the identity of the person, Shang Biao did not speak.

After a while, a car drove up, and the boy Guman laughed strangely and floated into the car.

The black sedan stopped with a sudden brake, and the driver with a Mediterranean hairstyle opened the door, stepped down stiffly, and Shang Biao sat in the driver's seat.

Without his command, the kid followed the driver who got out of the car and got into the back seat.

With one foot on the accelerator, the sedan slammed out and sped southwest.

A few hours later, the sedan drove off the asphalt road, and the road ahead was muddy and increasingly difficult to walk.

When the silver moon was in the west, and it was past one o'clock in the morning, a small village appeared not far away.

This small village was Shang Biao's destination, and according to the hexagrams, it was here where he settled.

Parking the car on the side of the road, Shang Biao took the lead in getting out of the car and walking towards the village.

Next to the muddy road are large rice fields, and the famous Nanyang fragrant rice is produced here. Most of the farmers in Nanyang sell their home-grown fragrant rice in exchange for low-quality rice noodles in China to make a living.

At the other end of the village was a large oak forest, and although it was one o'clock in the morning, the adult men of the village walked towards the oak forest.

Oil lamps were lit in every house, and the smell of food began to permeate.

Shang Biao knew what these people were going to do, after a day of sunlight, under photosynthesis, this was the time when the oak tree produced glue.

These villagers are all going to cut rubber and make money for the capitalists.

It was basically one night, and the wives and families of these rubber tappers also changed their schedules with them, and then they started to eat dinner.

As Shang Biao moved forward, he calculated the best place for feng shui in the village.

Since you want to live, you must find a place where you are comfortable.

The essence of Feng Shui is to make the living, or the dead, comfortable and comfortable. Don't let the environment affect your health, or make your body healthier under the influence of excellent Feng Shui.

This has a greater impact on those who cultivate the Tao, and places with good feng shui have sufficient spiritual energy, which is more suitable for cultivating the Dao.