In the evening, a large round table was set up in the room, and people came in from the outside. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThese people are all direct children of the family, and they have to sit together for dinner in the evening.

Although it is a merchant family, when eating, the rules are not small. At first, almost no one spoke, only the sound of small dishes and chopsticks colliding, and it was not until everyone was almost finished eating that they began to talk.

Next to the main seat, sat a young man, whose face was ordinary, but there was a hint of shrewdness in his eyes. After he put down the dishes and chopsticks, he got up and stood up.

"Father. He respectfully bowed to a lean middle-aged man on the main seat, and then spoke slowly.

"What's the matter with you?" The middle-aged man couldn't help but be a little surprised, did his son have something important to tell him? Why is it so grand.

"Father, I just don't understand one thing, why don't we sell so much new rice and grain in the warehouse? Now that there is a demand for grain in all places, we can make a lot of money as long as we sell it. The young man said in a low voice with a calm face.

"I have my own opinion on this matter, you don't have to ask more!" As soon as he talked about this issue, the expression on the middle-aged man's face did not change, but his tone was a little stiffer, the matter has been decided, and it is resolutely not allowed to change.

"Father, do you know that now that there is a backlog of grain for sale, our capital turnover is already very difficult, and many places are waiting for money from selling grain. "The price of this 10,000 stone of fine grain is not less than 7,000 taels of silver, which is also a lot of silver for a family like theirs. For merchants, it is convenient to operate when money and goods are circulated.

"Do I need you to teach me a lesson? You're getting more and more presumptuous. After hearing his son's words, the middle-aged man just drank lightly and squinted at the young man.

The young man's breath was stagnant, and his face was a little pale. In the past, although he was afraid of his father, his father couldn't give him such a strong sense of oppression. But I don't know what's going on, since a year ago, his father has always inadvertently exuded a strange momentum, as if he could swallow you at any moment.

"Okay, you go back for me now to reflect on it, you can't go out without my permission. After a while, the middle-aged man got up and left, and before leaving, he coldly dropped such a sentence.

The young man bowed his head, and his heart was even more frightened, and he did not dare to speak again. And the rest of the people were also silent, and they also felt the terrifying momentum.

"This breath...... How can it be so familiar......" On the beam, the eyes of a chickadee rolled a few times, flashing a glimmer of wisdom.

The wings of the chickadee, the air current, flew out of the house quickly and silently. He clinged to the middle-aged man's back, not making a single movement.

"Plop. The middle-aged man walked all the way, through a long corridor, in the direction of his yard. And at this moment, a blue-yellow bird suddenly flapped its wings and swooped down on him.

"Huh?" The middle-aged man frowned, and his figure ducked to the side, his movements skillful and flexible. After dodging out, he stood still, but his palm quickly grabbed the's body.

"Sure enough, there is a problem, it is very similar to those scholars on the Hanging Urn Mountain!" Fang Hong controlled the with one wing, and quickly dodged the attack of the middle-aged man. However, he also tried out a lot of things from this.

The middle-aged man in front of him was definitely possessed by something else. Just like the last time when they were in the Xiangquan Stream of Hanging Urn Mountain, after a few scholars drank the spring water, they were occupied by the hidden ghosts inside. The consciousness and body are no different from ordinary people, but they are no longer Buddha-figures.

That kind of possession method has a special loss of divine soul power, but those yin souls that can be possessed are very strong, even if the loss is serious, it can support it for decades.

After Fang Hong dodged, he pressed his wings and pounced on the middle-aged man from a tricky angle. The middle-aged man's arms stepped forward, and the whole person shrank, and his palms and arms vaguely guarded the vital parts of his face, so as not to be attacked.

I have to say that this person is very proficient in the art of fighting and fighting, and knows how to deal with it with the most appropriate method at the first time. However, this defense of his can only face ordinary attacks.

You know, when the attack is strong enough to a certain extent, any defense you have will be ineffective. What if you cover your head and face with your hand? I just pierced your hand.

Fang Hong was possessed by the, and after being tempered by divine power, the body of the, not to mention that it was harder than steel, but it was also comparable to ordinary hardwood. At such high speed, any flesh and blood would have to be torn to shreds.

This middle-aged man blocked with his hand, Fang Hong didn't have the slightest intention of changing the direction of the attack, and immediately accelerated, flicked his wings, like a knife, and slashed at the palm of this person's hand.

"Sting. A stream of blood flew out, and Sensen's white bones were revealed from the broken flesh, making it extremely terrifying to look at. But the middle-aged man didn't feel anything, as if it wasn't his palm at all.

"Roar. In the eyes of the middle-aged man, thin black lines suddenly appeared, like cracks. In just an instant, these thin lines covered the whole body, and even the flesh could faintly see such textures.

Fang Hong's wings were one, his body was like a sharp dagger, and his whole body revealed Sensen's chill. His speed was extremely fast, and he drew a black line in the void. The black line directly penetrated the middle-aged man's body, and after a few breaths, the black line turned into the shape of a again and flew out of the hospital.

After leaving the yard, Fang Hong took the initiative to break away from the body of the. The's head was confused for a few moments, and then quickly flew off into the distance.

"It's a lot of noise. The middle-aged man, who was about to exert all his strength, suddenly stopped. As soon as the wind blew, it shattered into countless pieces and fell to the ground.

Fang Hong was suspended in mid-air, originally thinking that these grain merchants were oppressed by the powerful, or someone took money to buy their grain, but he didn't expect that it would be such a result.

Now that this middle-aged man is occupying his body, what about the rest of the grain merchants? Fang Hong dares to guarantee that nine times out of ten he will not be spared. And that's just some of the merchants, so if the rest of the people are taken over by the same. If so, how many?

Fang Hong's thoughts kept fluctuating, and his eyes became deeper and deeper. He originally thought that King Xing's strength was already very strong, but he didn't expect that the real strength was still above his imagination. There are not 1,000 grain merchants in Huguang, but 800, even if many small grain merchants are not possessed, there are nearly 100 of the remaining big merchants, so many people, in the world, what a terrible force it will be. Once united, it can even determine the lifeblood of a country.

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