Chapter Seventy-Seven: Unsentimental

I asked my sister-in-law why it was a woman's voice when she spoke to me with an umbrella if the other party was Kong Qingde, the husband of Aunt Kong.

My wife told me that one of the biggest characteristics of Wind Thunder is its ability to change its voice. Men can scream like a howling wind, and women can make a low sound like rolling thunder.

No matter what tricks he plays, as long as I find him, I will never spare him.

On the evening of the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, I took my cheongsam and came to the big willow tree. The cold wind howled, and the dry willow tree beckoned to me in the dark like a huge skeleton.

The big willow tree is a few years old, and it has stood here for as long as I can remember. After Kong Xueyao's father, Kong Qingde, was killed by lightning under the willow tree, many people refused to take this road again, and always felt that this willow tree was ominous.

Only I know that this willow tree has been greatly wronged. Heaven wanted to kill Kong Qingde, and just chose the location here, and some people thought that it killed Kong Qingde.

At 12 o'clock at night, the first quarter moon is as cold as water, and there are not so many lights in the village, so the moonlight will be particularly bright.

In such bright moonlight, I saw a plant growing under the willow tree, and the leaves of this plant were also in the shape of a moon and a half.

It's the half-moon red peony!

I found what I was looking for, and was going to lean over to pick it, but before I could expect a dark shadow to stand in front of me, I looked up and saw that it was a charred corpse, and the smell of burnt was in the air.

"Kong Qingde, do you think I don't recognize you?!" I said out loud.

The charred corpse disappeared at once, and a man stood under the willow tree and smiled, and Kong Qingde appeared.

"I didn't expect you to dare to come here." Kong Qingde smiled darkly, this was clearly a woman's voice.

I held the bag tightly in my hand and smiled faintly: "I'm just here to find a medicinal herb, Uncle Kong, you shouldn't disagree." ”

Kong Qingde's voice changed back to a man: "Even if I agree, some people disagree." ”

"Who?"

"An enemy of yours, a man who has a feud with your family." Kong Qingde said.

I said, "I'm not very old, and I don't have many enemies." It's just that I recently offended an organization called the Evil Moon Society, and they insisted on putting me to death, which was really troublesome. ”

Kong Qingde said with a gloomy face: "It's the people from the Evil Moon Society who came to let me kill you, you should know it very well." ”

"I can't figure it out, the Evil Moon Society asks you to kill people, and you really want to kill me. Uncle Kong, we have been in the same village for so many years, folks in the township, you can really do it. I sneered.

Kong Qingde said with a straight face: "I can't help it, if I don't do this, they won't let me be reincarnated, and I will always be a lonely ghost." ”

I said, "You take me to that person, and I don't want to implicate anyone else in the matter between me and him." ”

"He may not want to see you, and Yan Qiuhe's illness is caused by me, if I ask you to take the Half Moon Red Peony away, it will be for you to slap me in the face." Kong Qingde's voice was unusually strange and unusual.

I already understood what he meant, he was willing to do things for the Evil Moon Society, and he would never let me take the Half Moon Red Peony away tonight.

"What if I have to take it?" I'm here for the Half Moon Red Peony, and I won't stop either.

Kong Qingde's expression instantly became hideous: "I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you." ”