Can people be resurrected after death?

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Du Kang brewed Liu Ling drunk and slept in the tomb for three years.

If it weren't for Du Kang going to Liu Ling's house three years later to ask for wine money, he didn't know that Liu Ling, who was drunk, would have to stay in the grave for a few years.

Liu Ling's resurrection from the dead is Du Kang's strong and intoxicating wine, and it has been rumored to be a good story so far.

The oil scraping the ground obviously shattered the skull, but it can come back from the dead, that is the bad luck of the Wan family.

The lawsuit that could have been used to get money was stirred up by a white-robed master who came from nowhere.

Not to mention being wronged by 300 people, he was forced to admit an uncle.

If you don't admit it, the Suzhou City Government was shocked: "If you can't support your uncle, the official should also ask you for the crime of false accusation." ”

Things have come to this point inexplicably, what can I do?

Wan Jiasun could only agree half-dead.

The damn scraper staggered to the side of Wan Jiasun, and lay on him in a daze: "Good nephew, I'm dizzy, I can't walk, you have to carry me home." ”

The grandson of the Wan family, who is used to relying on people on weekdays, was shaved and relied on.

There are so many pairs of eyes in the hall to testify, and I just promised to support my uncle, and I can't do it if I don't carry it.

Wan Jiasun was already thin and small, and his buttocks were rotten, gritting his teeth and scraping the oil, which was worse than being punished.

walked all the way out of the mansion, leaving a trail of blood.

Originally, after avoiding everyone, he immediately threw the scraping oil off his shoulder, but he heard the scraping oil say in his ear: "Carry me to the western suburbs, find Mr. Medicine to save me, and I will give you all the benefits saved over the years." ”

Poor Wanjiasun was a scoundrel for half his life, and he was obsessed with money for a while, and believed the words of another scoundrel.

From the city, he carried the oil all the way to the western suburbs, and he asked for most of the lives of the ten thousand grandsons.

After thinking about the accumulation of a lifetime of scraping oil, Wan Jiasun felt that it was worth it.

The taste of being carried by the grandson of the Wan family is not pleasant, one foot is high, the other is low, and the stomach is about to be pierced.

He hung his head and asked weakly: "Brother, I am obviously dead, but I am alive again, do you know why?"

Wan Jiasun didn't have the strength to reply to him, only shook his head.

"Before I arrived at the underworld, someone interceded with me, saying that if I could drag someone down to the underworld, I would be able to exchange for my own longevity. ”

Talking nonsense during the day, nonsense.

Scraping oil is also a well-known gangster, Wan Jiasun only thought that he was talking nonsense again, and casually said: "Who interceded with you?"

"White impermanence. ”

He is really able to deal with it, and he actually pointed out a name for Yin Si.

"Who are you going to drag down to the underworld?"

"You!"

After answering this sentence, he bit Wan Jiasun's neck to death.

Wan Jiasun was entangled by him, and he couldn't escape if he wanted to.

In the western suburbs, the population is barren, which is a good place to kill.

bit his neck, scraped the oil and refused to suck his mouth, sucking the blood of Wan Jiasun.

Wan Jiasun howled a few times, startling the birds.

All to no avail.

Until Wan Jiasun died, the oil was still sucking his blood.

As long as he dies, I can live, this is the belief of scraping the oil, so he drank the blood of the Wanjiasun.

He doesn't know one thing, if you drink too much blood, you will be surprisingly thirsty.

The scraping oil loosened the body of Wan Jiasun and went to a river in the western suburbs.

Holding the river buffalo to drink, he couldn't relieve the heat in his cavity, so he simply plunged his head into the river.

He forgot one thing, his skull was obviously broken.

The water poured into the skull, even the gods could not save it, not to mention that there were just two loaches who mistook his brain for sand and mud, and drilled three in and three out.

Sadly, he didn't let out his last wail, and he died a second time.

Evil deeds must be punished, who do you see the heavens forgiving?

Gusu drizzle, narrow alleys and deep secluded.

On the deep road, there were three people.

The mulberry picker followed quietly, and Shi Xiucai thanked the white-robed master for his kindness.

"If it weren't for Mr. Rescue, today's students would not have escaped. ”

He thanked sincerely, but in exchange for a faint smile from the master: "My gift is not cheap. ”

Gifts?

Yes, people are masters, and if they win the lawsuit, they should be paid, which is the foundation of the master's life.

But Shi Xiucai's sleeves were empty, and he could only hold back his face.

couldn't bear to look at Xiucai's embarrassment anymore, and the master smiled lightly: "Xiucai doesn't have to be embarrassed, the mulberry picker has already paid for you." ”

I see, no wonder he went to court with Cai Sang Nu.

I was about to turn my head and thank the mulberry girl again, but I heard the master say: "The mulberry girl sold herself to me, and she just paid the gift money this time." ”

Sold to him?

To save me?

How can this work?

Xiucai turned his head and ran to the mulberry girl, full of anxiety: "What he said ......"

"It's true. The mulberry picker bit her red lip and lowered her head.

The warm rain turned cold, pouring through Xiucai's heart.

"Then you ......" Xiucai approached the mulberry girl and asked softly, "Would you like to?"

She didn't reply, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Tears were crystal clear and fell into Xiucai's heart.

striding back to the division, Xiucai looked upright: "Taking advantage of people's danger is not chivalrous, how can you ......"

The person who was full of thanks just now is like a master who is trying the case.

"I'm a master, not a knight. The master looked at the mulberry picker girl who lowered her head from afar, and smiled playfully: "If you block your face, you can be a pretty woman." ”

Seeing the evil light in his eyes, Xiucai reasoned with him again: "The hero's road is uneven, and the righteousness and wealth are squandered, and Fang Nai is ......"

"I'm a master, not a hero. The master finally looked at Xiucai: "She voluntarily sold herself as a courtesy, and I also won the lawsuit for you, what's wrong?"

"But, but ......" Xiucai refused to give in, and after a few mutters, his eyes suddenly brightened: "A gentleman doesn't take the beauty of others, what she said in the court, you also heard it, she is my ...... who has not passed the door"

"Alas, I've signed a deed of sale, even if I pass the door, I don't dislike it. The master sighed, tired of Xiucai's verbosity: "Because I am a teacher, not a gentleman." ”

"You!" Xiucai had already ignored Sven and pulled up the collar of the master.

The master smiled lightly, and before he could say anything, he saw the mulberry girl walking closer, and tearfully persuaded Xiucai: "You and I are ruthless, you don't have to pity me, the casual lies in the hall are just so that I can stay in the hall to hear the trial...... Forget it. ”

"Ruthless, ruthless......" After listening to the poignant persuasion of the mulberry picking girl, Xiucai slowly put down his hand.

The silk rain was cold, and Xiucai sighed bitterly if it couldn't be extinguished.

Slowing down the gloom in his heart, Xiucai begged the master: "I still owe Miss Caisang a portrait, can you let me finish the painting?"

"Good. The master finally nodded, smoothed the wrinkled placket that was scratched by Xiucai, looked at the sad mulberry picker, and smiled meaningfully: "Give you half the night." ”

The master walked alone in the rain alley, covered his head with a feather fan, sang a small song of Gusu, and left leisurely.

Under the rain, the mulberry picker was speechless and felt sorry for herself.

Xiucai sighed endlessly and ruthlessly, and finally said softly: "I'd rather go to the punishment with injustice than bear to let you do something against your will." ”

It's a foregone conclusion, what's the use of saying this?