Master Su replied timidly: "The old man accepted the ten silver shells sent by the Wang family, so it is inconvenient to go. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

The concise and concise words instantly made Su Ji's breathing become short. The raging fire in his memory burned his whole body like a beast with sharp claws!

"Your own flesh and blood are worth ...... Ten pieces of silver?"

Master Su's shoulders trembled, and when he heard Su Ji's words full of anger, he hurriedly explained:

"Su Ji was born to his deceased wife. As for whether it is old blood and bones, it is not yet known. ”

"How could you not know?"

"In the year before her death, Lao Yu had never had sex with her, but she was pregnant for ten months and gave birth to a son. Later, I heard that a man in red had entered and left the boudoir, and the old man was angry and ...... her."

"What will happen to her?" Su Ji shouted: "Be louder! Let the people of the whole city hear!"

Master Su had no choice but to shout loudly: "Put her in the prison...... The punishment of burning with cannons every day...... Forcing him to tell the truth...... Until he tormented her to death......"

The words made the people jaw-dropping, and the crowded square suddenly set off a commotion:

"I heard that cannon branding is to tie people to a charcoal-fired oil and copper pillar and burn them alive!"

"How could he bear to torture his wife to death with such horrific torture?"

"Is this person really that Lord Su?"

"If it weren't for the collusion of officials and businessmen, how could the Wang family dare to bully others? Everyone has been deceived by this dog official!"

Su Ji clenched his fists until his nails pierced deep into his palms, he suppressed the corners of his mouth that kept twitching, suppressed the fury in his heart, and asked:

"Since you suspect that the child is the blood of the man in red, why did you raise him as an adult?"

"The man in red is a demon with profound powers. The old man was afraid that he would come back and take revenge, and he would tell the old man about deducting food and salary, and corrupting the law, so he raised the child as a son, in order to leave a way back for himself. The old man was confused for a while, begging the great immortal to spare his life, spare his life!"

Master Su knocked his head with a loud sound, and the black gauze hat on his head rolled down, revealing a bloodstained forehead.

Su Ji glanced at the crowd around him, although people's expressions were different, they were nothing more than mixed with several emotions:

Shock, disappointment, contempt, disgust......

He recalled the day of the fire at the Temple of Babel, and these people had the same expressions on their faces, as if they could devour a person's life alive.

"Spare your life?" Su Ji smiled bitterly and said, "You ask these people if they agree." ”

Lord Su trembled and shouted at the angry people, "You ...... You dirty dogs! Dare to make a mistake! This official will definitely have someone pick your dog's skin!"

At this time, the mask of hypocrisy has been torn off from that old face, and a hideous face is exposed in broad daylight!

Under the altar, people's expressions gradually changed from shock to anger, and the heads of the people gradually moved closer to one person. The flames of anger spread from one man, igniting a surging crowd that gradually spread throughout the city.

People spit, people roar, people tear, with hands, with teeth, with knives, tearing off that man's clothes, tearing that man's flesh, breaking that man's bones!

Su Ji slowly turned around and walked towards the altar with heavy steps, his lonely back incompatible with the boiling surroundings.

He held his head high. In order to keep his red and swollen eyes from others, he could have put on the heavy mask, but he didn't.

He knew that from this moment on, there would be no need for a mask again.

A new life is in front of you. He turned around and looked down at the people who used to treat him like a mustard, but now they were all surrendered to his feet.

He looked at the altar stupidly, and asked the rich man standing quietly behind him:

"My biological father, did you kill me?"

"Yes, how? No, what?"

"If it's true, I'll slash you with my own hands!"

Su Ji's tone was extremely firm. This is the most serious sentence he has ever said in his life, and being serious is like swearing a poisonous oath, which makes people not hear the slightest hint of child's play.

However, the rich man laughed, and bent down with such laughter that he almost turned his back on his breath, as if this sentence was more ridiculous than any joke in the world.

"That Taoist priest must have told you about my tribulation. We might as well make a bet that I will wait for you in Zhou Du Ho Kyung in a year, and if you can't kill me by then, I will take your beloved things......"

After that, the ethereal back of Tsing Yi disappeared into the vast sea of people, which was the last sentence left by the good fortune boy.

Beloved?

So far, Su Ji can't think of anything else he loves, maybe there will be one year later, who knows what will happen in the future?

Su Ji clearly remembered that the sunset on the day the good wealth prince left was the reddest time in his memory, and he wondered if this was portending something......

At dawn the next day, the people of Chaoge never saw Master Su again, and on the black and greasy land, only scratches of swords and axes remained, and a few fragments of official robes.

Some people say that he was eaten alive by the angry people, and some people say that he went somewhere else and continued to be his official master, in short, there are different opinions, and I don't know which one is true.

The sky was dark, and there was no one around.

A carriage came from the east, its rolling wheels running over the fragments of the official robes, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The driver of the car had dirty and greasy hair, and it was as if it had been blown up by a cannonball. He is the coachman of the Wang family in Chali, surnamed Ma, and nicknamed "Hindsight".

In the tea in the car, Wang stroked a pair of immature little hands, his face showed a trace of worry, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened.

The owner of the little hand is his grandson "Rulang", who just turned nine years old today. Ru Lang inherited his mother, Mrs. Wang's beautiful appearance, and was as delicate as a little girl. When any woman saw him, she couldn't help but want to put down her child and hug him, rubbing his cute little face.

Ru Lang looked at the king of tea, pouted his ruddy little mouth, and asked puzzledly:

"Grandpa still doesn't understand, why does the fox master must be right no matter what he says? Didn't grandpa say that people make mistakes?"

"The fox master is not a mortal, he is an immortal. What the immortal said must be the truth, even if he said that grandpa is a bully bastard, you must firmly believe that it is right, and you must not doubt it. ”

Ru Lang blinked his watery eyes, and the confusion in his heart was a little more.

At this moment, the carriage suddenly shook violently. The hindsight shouted, restrained the carriage and horses, and heard the frightened tea king scolding sharply:

"You slaughtered a thousand knives, do you want my life to come true?"

Hearing the word Rong Dog, the hindsight suddenly frowned. He knew that the Rong dog was a contemptuous name for the Xijon people, and that it was Shen Rong's blood that was flowing on his body. But afraid of the obscenity of the king of tea, he still swallowed this breath into his stomach, spoke with a foreign accent, and explained with a smile:

"Sir, stop the rage! There's a car stop asking for directions. ”

Listening to this explanation, Ruro, who was sitting in the car, felt very strange. In his impression, the Wang family's sweat and blood horses have always been notoriously arrogant and domineering. It rampaged through the city, and no one dared to stop it, and no one could stop it.

What kind of person can stop a galloping horse?

Rulang curiously lifted the curtain in front of the carriage, revealing a pair of big eyes to look out.

In the hazy morning light, I saw a snow-white figure standing in the middle of the street, blocking the way of the carriages and horses.

The man's whole body was white.

White boots, white trousers, white robes, white jade belts, and even the hat hung with a white veil and pressed tightly on the forehead. In fact, even if he didn't wear a hat, no one could see his face at all. The face was covered by a white cloth, revealing only a pair of eyes. Except for these sharp eyes, not an inch of skin on his whole body was exposed.

Rulang only saw that the assassin on the stage had this kind of appearance, but he didn't expect to meet one on the street today. However, the Assassin's night suit was usually black, and his snow-white clothes would probably shine in the moonlight at night, so I couldn't figure out why he was dressed like this.

The man in white stood silently, his eyes scanning the carriage and horses. Rulang blinked, felt the cold gaze, and quickly retracted his little head.

"Whoosh!"

A bright white silver shell flew out of the white sleeve.

After the horse, he took the silver shell and took out a piece of wood wrapped in a white cloth.

The man in white shook the wood out of the white cloth. It was a peachwood sword, and the blade was stained with dried blood. After sniffing the bloodstained part, the man in white suddenly frowned and asked:

"What about people?"

"Who?"

"The master of the sword. The tone of the man in white was so cold that it seemed to freeze a person.

Hindsight lowered his voice and said word by word:

"Since I entered the Qingling Temple, I haven't come out again......"