The Fuqiu merchant staggered all the way to a remote alley.

The light ahead was suddenly obscured by half, and three figures blocked his way.

Behind are two sturdy men, dressed as domestic slaves.

The leader was a short, stocky middle-aged man, dressed in splendid clothes and with a figure-eight beard.

As soon as Fuqiu Shang saw this person, his face immediately turned cold, and he said unceremoniously: "Get out of the way!" ”

The middle-aged man sneered when he heard this, and then punched Fu Qiu Shang in the lower abdomen with lightning speed.

Fuqiu Shang only felt a heart-piercing pain in his abdomen, and then fell to his knees and fell in front of the other party.

The rich merchant scolded angrily and struggled to get up.

The middle-aged man lifted his foot and stomped heavily on Fu Qiu Shang's head, stomping him down again.

"Who do you think you're talking to?" The middle-aged man was condescending, his eyes were full of disdain, "A born of a dares to be disrespectful to me." ”

"You!"

Fuqiu Shang struggled to get up, but the middle-aged man's feet were as heavy as a giant tripod, and he was stamped on the ground and couldn't move.

The two house slaves behind him also let out a contemptuous laugh.

The middle-aged man is already close to the cultivation of the foundation, how can a mortal Fuqiu Shang be his opponent?

Fuqiu Shang's face blushed for a while, and it took a while to recover: "What do you want to do?" ”

"What for?" The middle-aged man chuckled, "I'm here to tell you that in the future, you are not allowed to swindle in Sifang City and ruin the reputation of my rich family." Otherwise, I will break your hands and feet and throw you directly outside the city to feed the wolves. ”

"You dare!"

"Humph!" The middle-aged man kicked him hard, almost breaking Fu Qiushang's neck and crushing his face into the mud, "When your cheap maid was here before, I might still be a little jealous." But now, even if I kill you on the spot, no one will care. ”

"What do you mean by that?" There was a hint of panic in Fu Qiu Shang's eyes, and his voice trembled a little.

"Don't you know?" The middle-aged man said nonchalantly, "Your died half a month ago." ”

"What do you say, impossible, impossible, how could she die? You killed her, you must have killed her! ”

"Don't talk nonsense, with the old man protecting her, who would dare to harm her? She died of illness on her own, why don't you know at all? When the middle-aged man said this, he shook his head and sighed, and there was an indescribable mockery in his eyes.

He squatted down, folded a fan and slapped it lightly on Fu Qiushang's face, mocking wantonly: "What an unfilial son, my wife is seriously ill but I don't know at all." It's no wonder that what kind of mother gives birth to what kind of species. ”

Fuqiu Shang stopped struggling and lay on the ground with a glazed look as if he had lost his soul.

"There used to be that cheap maid, so you relied on the prestige of my rich family for so many years. I won't bother with you about this. But in the future, if you don't know what to do, there will be no one to wipe your ass. The middle-aged man said, turned his head and was about to leave.

Before leaving, he took a small black jar from the hand of a house slave and threw it over: "This is the ashes of your cheap maid, I am not qualified to enter my rich ancestral hall, and staying in the house will only dirty the place." ”

The altar slammed to the ground, knocking out a long crack.

The trio swaggered away, letting out unbridled laughter.

Fu Qiu Shang was still lying motionless on the ground, his eyes slanted slightly, looking at the columbarium beside him.

The white ashes flowed out of the cracks, and the breeze blew, rolling up a wisp and drifting into the sky.

Fuqiu Shang's eyes widened, and he stretched out a hand, but he couldn't grasp the subtle passage at all.

At this moment, the ashes that flew into the distance flew back to the altar as if they were being guided.

With the sound of light footsteps, Mo Hansheng walked slowly, cast a spell to seal the crack in the jar, and then stretched out a hand to Fuqiu Shang.

"This time, it wasn't my doing."

"I know." Fuqiu Shang glanced up and stood up holding Mo Hansheng's hand.

Instead of patting the dust off his body, he picked up the urn on the ground, tore off a piece of cloth from his body, and wrapped it up haphazardly.

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……

When night fell, an abandoned mansion, this was the place where Fuqiu Shang and Mo Hansheng traded Water Dragon Yin.

Fuqiu Shang did not enter the courtyard, and sat quietly at the door with the columbarium in his arms for an afternoon.

Mo Hansheng didn't say anything, and stayed with him all afternoon.

The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, sat on the threshold like two door gods.

Fuqiu Shang suddenly spoke: "This is where I lived with my mother when I was a child. ”

Mo Hansheng didn't say anything, nor did he look at him, as if he hadn't heard it.

Fu Qiu Shang continued, "From the moment I was born, I was raised by my mother alone. Orphans and widows will inevitably cause gossip, and neighbors in the neighborhood will laugh at me as a wild child behind my back, and some even say it in front of me and my mother. ”

"When I was younger, my mother was always very nice to me, but she never mentioned anything about my father. However, whenever she is free, she always likes to sit here and look out the door, as if she is waiting for someone. I didn't know it before, so I would often sit here with her. ”

"Until one day, a strange man found me and my mother. He claimed to be my father and brought me and my mother into a rich family. ”

Mo Hansheng finally reacted: "Rich? ”

"That's right, a rich family from one of the four clans in the city."

Mo Hansheng recalled it for a while, and then he understood it a little.

There are eight families in Sifang City, which are divided into the upper four clans and the lower four clans according to the size of their power, and the Si family who specializes in cultivating runes is one of the lower four clans.

Fuqiu Shang was originally from a wealthy family among the upper four clans, no wonder he was pressed down after deceiving so many monks in the city, it turned out that someone was behind him.

However, now that his mother has passed away, I am afraid that the future life will not be as good as before.

Fuqiu Shang said again: "My father is the sixth son of the rich old lady, and everyone calls him the sixth master. Until that day, I learned that my mother liked to sit outside the door all the time, it turned out to be waiting for his arrival. Although she waited for someone to get her wish and took me into the rich family, she did not get an official title, and only stayed as a maid. ”

"A maid who secretly married to the master and gave birth to an illegitimate child is naturally looked down upon. Since my mother and son entered a rich family, they have been looked down upon a lot, especially when I was found to have no talent for cultivation. As time went by, I didn't want to stay in a rich house anymore. Although the life of a rich family is rich, it is not as comfortable as here. But my mother said that she would not leave, and no matter how much I tried to persuade her, it was useless. One day, I couldn't take it anymore and ran out alone. The rich family did not react to this, and no one cared even if an illegitimate child died outside. ”