The ninth body of the big beggar turned out to be the Wanshou Emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty, no wonder the Black Rakshasa wanted to collect his soul.

When Ji Yan took Fang Ping back to the yang world, it was just in time for dawn. If they miss the hour, their ghosts will be wiped out by the scorching sun.

Back in the ruined temple, the big beggar has regained consciousness, and when he wakes up, he will most likely be able to remember his true identity and will not continue to be a beggar.

The remaining Ninth Wicked and Ninth Pheasants, Ji Madness have also been found, as long as these two people are crossed again, he can reshape the golden body and return to the upper realm.

But Fang Ping had no way to continue to be with him, because the result of his father Fang Lian's case had already come out.

Cut after the fall!

At this moment, Fang Ping completely lost hope.

King Su has been using him from beginning to end, in exchange for his own interests, using his father as a pawn, and now he is going to sacrifice this pawn.

Fang Ping was furious, but anger could not change this result in the slightest.

Thinking of King Su's hypocritical face and his father's sad expression, Fang Ping only felt that he was about to crack.

He was walking alone in the wilderness, and it was raining on him.

How much Fang Ping hated his incompetence at the moment!

Why always put your hope in someone else!

Why can't you do it on your own, obviously you have the big plug-in of the yin and yang jade pendant!

He stood in the rain in pain, letting the rain wash over him, his heart filled with endless remorse......

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly someone pulled him on the shoulder.

Fang Ping looked back and saw that the ragged Wu Dayong was holding a broken umbrella, and asked strangely, "Childe, why are you here?" ”

He picked up Fang Ping and walked towards the ruined temple.

There was a bonfire lit in the ruined temple, and after getting out of the rain, Fang Ping felt a severe cold and couldn't help sneezing.

Wu Dayong took out a stinky rag and handed it to Fang Ping, asked him to wipe his face, and then said:

"Childe, why are you getting drenched in the rain outside, is there something difficult going on...... If you're a friend to me, tell me about it. ”

"These words, holding it in my heart, are the most uncomfortable."

Fang Ping glanced at Wu Dayong and saw that although his face was filthy and sloppy, he was many times better than those glamorous people.

He shook his head and smiled slightly: "It's nothing, it's okay, it's just that there are some things that I can't figure out." ”

Wu Dayong nodded, did not ask, but silently walked to the side, lifted the heavy iron bell, and took out a basket from underneath, in which was half roasted roast chicken.

He roasted the roast chicken on a campfire, and soon the fragrance filled the house.

Wu Dayong sighed and said, "Childe, there are too many things in this world that people can't figure out...... is like the previous case of Fang Qingtian, everyone said that he was a good official who asked for the people's life, but if you look at it, it is not the end of his head. According to me, in this world, it is really good people who do not live long, and disasters will last for thousands of years. ”

"That Su Wang Ye is benevolent and righteous, and he played a faint king, so that he was exempted from the sin of the Fang family, and all the sins were borne by Master Fang alone......"

Speaking of this, Wu Dayong suddenly heard a burst of angry scolding.

"What kind of good person is King Su, just fake benevolence and false righteousness!"

Wu Dayong was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "Gongzi has a holiday with King Su?" ”

Fang Ping's eyes were filled with anger, and he gritted his teeth and gurgled and said, "It's not just a festival, he's a fake good person, a hypocrite, he doesn't see blood when he kills people!" ”

Wu Dayong didn't speak in a daze, and he didn't even react to the burnt smell of the roast chicken in his hand.

"Dayong, thanks to you for looking up to me, I tell you the truth, my real name is not Hu Guide."

"I'm the son of Lord Fang you said, Fang Ping!"

"What, you're Fang...... Son? ”

Wu Dayong was shocked.

Fang Ping nodded, and then told Wu Dayong everything he had concealed his identity and everything he knew in the Su Wangfu.

After hearing this, Wu Dayong was also filled with righteous indignation and indignation.

"I can't imagine that King Su is such a person, it's really a shame!"

"In vain, I have always regarded him as a virtuous king, and the common people have been deceived by his hypocrisy."

"The world is as black as a crow, none of these officials are good!"

Wu Dayong took a sip and said.

Fang Ping looked at Wu Dayong, and suddenly had a bold idea in his head.

The person who executed the autumn queen was the golden knife Yuan Detai, that is, the old man who had previously beheaded the king with a knife.

He is a well-known fast knife player and the most famous executioner in the capital.

Wang Huacheng can be reborn, why can't Fang Lian?

As long as he can find a way to be reborn with a severed head, and then let Yuan Detai help him secretly, won't he be able to bring his father back from the dead?

The more Fang Ping thought about it, the more excited he became, he looked at Wu Dayong, and felt that he was an honest and honest person, so he asked him if he was willing to help him.

Wu Dayong arched his hand and said: "Although I am a flower child, I have always admired loyal and righteous people. Lord Fang did not hesitate to sacrifice himself for the sake of the people of Limin, if he could save him, he would be willing to sacrifice his life. ”

"Good!" Fang Ping patted him on the shoulder excitedly, "Brother Dayong, from now on, you will be my brother!" ”

As the saying goes, adversity sees the truth, and those who are willing to help him when he is most depressed are the friends who are really worth making.

"Young Master Fang, what are we going to do?"

Fang Ping waved his hand: "Don't call me son, just call me by my name!" ”

Wu Dayong said politely: "You are the son of Lord Fang, and the person I admire most in my life is a person like Lord Fang, and it is not an exaggeration to call you a son." ”

Fang Ping nodded and said, "Brother Dayong, we have to find this Golden Dao Mr. Yuan first." Do you know where he lives? ”

Wu Dayong said with a smile: "You can ask the right person, this old man of the golden knife Yuan, although he is an executioner, he is also an admirable person." ”

"Over the years, there have been eight or nine hundred wicked people who have died under his knife, and he has never killed a good person by mistake with this golden knife, but it's a pity, alas!"

Fang Ping said: "Then you take me there, and we will visit him tonight!" ”

Wu Dayong agreed, and the two braved the heavy rain from the broken temple to the outer city. Although there is a curfew at the gates of this outer city, you can sneak in through the dog hole.

The two came to the three lanes and seven lanes, and Wu Dayong knocked on the door in front.

After a while, I heard a woman's crisp voice: "Dad, someone knocked on the door." ”

"Who?"

Yuan Detai's old voice came out, but it exuded a majesty.

Wu Dayong didn't dare to pretend to be a ghost, so he hurriedly replied: "Mr. Yuan, a distinguished guest has come to visit you. ”

There was silence in the room for a while, and then a voice said: "In the middle of the night, it is a majestic rainstorm, and I don't know where the distinguished guests came to visit me Yuan...... I think I'll come back tomorrow! ”

Wu Dayong can wait, the rain is too frightened, and after saying "Please forgive me for being rude", he pushed hard and knocked down the other wooden door.

Yuan Detai was taken aback, his heart was a strong man, he clenched the golden knife in his hand, and shouted angrily: "If you dare to be rude, don't blame the old decay knife for being merciless!" ”

Wu Dayong was not afraid and said: "Old Yuan, we braved the rain to ask to see you, but we are not evildoers. ”

After a while, there was a "crunch" and the door opened.

Yuan Detai stood at the door with his coat on, holding the golden knife at his waist, glanced at Wu Dayong and Fang Ping, frowned, and said, "Who are you, and what are you visiting late at night?" ”

Without waiting for Wu Dayong to speak, Fang Ping said directly: "Old Yuan, can you know Fang Lian, the imperial history of Heluo?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Yuan Detai's expression suddenly changed.