When the shopkeeper heard Song Zihong say this, he couldn't help but say, "This ...... This ......"

"Let him in, I've been waiting here for a long time!" Yuwen Juyuan said outside.

"Yes! Yes! Disturb the child's rest! Song Zihong, go in. The shopkeeper said.

Song Zihong didn't speak, knocked on the door and walked into Yuwen Jooyuan's room.

"The villain Song Zihong came to beg Yuwen Gongzi to come for my relatives who are closer than my own father. Song Zihong saw Yuwen Zhouyuan sitting cross-legged on the bed, and knelt down as he spoke.

"How did you find it, how did you know I could save people?" said Yuwen Juyuan, frowning.

"It was the truth that made me come. Song Zihong said truthfully.

"No wonder!" Yuwen Juyuan nodded.

After glancing at Song Zihong, Yuwen Zhouyuan continued: "Say, what is the matter?"

"That's the case......" Song Zihong learned the matter truthfully.

"I see, no wonder Mr. Wuxu asked you to come to me, you are right!" Speaking of this, Yuwen Zhouyuan smiled slightly, patted on the storage bag, took out cinnabar and yellow table paper, and after a little thought, he moved his pen like flying, and drew three spirit runes in the blink of an eye.

"Hehe, crooked-eyed Song Zihong, you go to visit the prison, and by the way, give these three spirit runes to the little boy, and tell him to light this talisman if he encounters a more dangerous situation, ignite this talisman in a very dangerous situation, and ignite this talisman in a particularly dangerous situation, do you remember clearly?" Yuwen Zhouyuan took the three spiritual runes and said solemnly to the crooked-eyed Song Zihong.

"Light this talisman when it's more dangerous, light this talisman when it's very dangerous, light this talisman when it's particularly dangerous, okay, I've made a note of it!" Song Zihong, with crooked eyes, folded the three spirit talismans from top to bottom according to the priority, pinched them in the palm of his hand, and then turned around and ran.

Yuwen Zhouyuan looked at Song Zihong who was far away, frowned slightly, and then closed his eyes slightly and breathed.

Don't look at this crooked eye Song Zihong is both snobbish and shameless, but he is still very discerning in doing things, and sometimes his heart is more meticulous, at this time he first ran to the grocery store and bought five fire sickles in one go, because he wanted to burn this spirit rune and needed fire, Yuan Zhengang may not have a fire sickle on his body, and he was afraid that he would not be able to burn it when the time came, if Yuan Zhengang was in danger, wouldn't the fate of his rich party be lost!

Then, he bought another roast chicken and rushed to the county prison.

When he came to the prison gate to inquire, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, it turned out that Yuan Zhengang was actually on death row.

"Bastard county official, you are really ruthless with his grandmother, knowing that kid is closer than my own father, and still treating him like this, what a bastard of his grandmother!"

None of the jailers guarding the gate dared to speak, everyone knew the crooked-eyed Song Zihong, this kid is a well-known scoundrel hob meat in Beiyin County, homeless and unemployed, serious people will definitely be finished if they are entangled by him, and those who are powerful will lose their skin if they are entangled by him.

Therefore, despite the official uniforms on their bodies, these little jailers did not dare to provoke this trouble-who wanted to grind a hob meat with themselves every day.

"Open the door, open the door, I'm going to visit the prison!" Song Zihong, who had crooked eyes, finished scolding, and shouted at the two jailers again.

"Crooked-eyed Song Zihong, it's okay to visit the prison, but there is a time limit, at most half an hour, otherwise it will be difficult for us to do it!" said a slightly chubby jailer to the crooked-eyed Song Zihong.

"I know, I know, I still understand this rule, otherwise how can I mess around in Beiyin, Brother Zheng, don't worry, I won't trouble you!" Song Zihong said, and stuffed a tael of silver each to the man surnamed Liu and a jailer next to him.

The two looked at each other, no one dared to ask for it, who knows what kind of nerves this crooked-eyed Song Zihong has, his silver is not so good.

"Why, my silver is not silver! Take it, take it! But, there is one thing, what is the name of the person who just got in inside, yes, Yuan Zhengang's, that is my relative, a relative who is closer than my father, you have to treat him well, I can't give him a little grievance when I don't come, otherwise, hum, my crooked eyes Song Zihong's name is not called in vain!" Crooked eyes Song Zihong stared at the two jailers, his chest was folded, as if he was saying something arrogant.

The two jailers all laughed, pointed at Song Zihong with crooked eyes, and said, "What? relatives who are closer than their own father, what is that?"

"Hmph, I won't tell you, two laypeople, two rotten lives, what do you know?" Song Zihong, with crooked eyes, shook his head as if he was telling the truth, threw the silver to the two of them, and walked into the prison.

Yuan Zhengang received a few old punches from two officials, and then he stopped struggling, and let the two of them drag him and throw him into death row.

When the door of the cell was slammed shut, he woke up like a dream, screaming and throwing himself on the iron railing of the cell, shaking vigorously.

"Wronged, wronged, let me out, I didn't kill people, how could I kill my grandfather and fellow villagers, wronged, wronged, let me out!" Yuan Zhengang shouted.

"Don't scream, it's useless for you to scream!" The two officials glared at Yuan Zhengang fiercely, turned around and left.

Yuan Zhengang sat on the ground with his ass, doubt, anger, unwillingness, fear, despair, and all kinds of emotions surged into his heart together, making him stunned for a while.

"God of Wealth, God of Wealth, it's me, I'm Song Zihong with crooked eyes, I'm coming to see you!" At this time, a voice sounded beside Yuan Zhengang.

Yuan Zhen was startled, and hurriedly looked up, only to see that the "madman" who had just reported with him didn't know when he came to the front of the prison, and he was still holding a roast chicken in his hand.

"I don't know you, you...... Don't call me that, I'...... I can't stand it!" Yuan Zhengang shrank back in horror, who knows what this "madman" is going to do.

He was also very strange in his heart: This madman is too powerful, the county government can enter casually, and even the prison can enter casually, what kind of "madman" is this?

"Oh!" Song Zihong's face turned red with crooked eyes, and he respectfully stuffed the roast chicken into the gap in the iron railing of the prison.

"That, if you think it's not good for me to call me like that, how about I call you big brother?" Song Zihong also felt that he was too explicit, too insane, and too unacceptable to stammering Yuan Zhengang like this, so he took it upon himself to lower Yuan Zhengang's rank by one generation.

Yuan Zhengang looked at the crooked-eyed Song Zihong suspiciously, and thought in his heart: "Why is this madman suddenly not crazy again, and he speaks quite methodically." ”

"Hehe, if you don't speak, you just agree, the eldest brother is on top, and the younger brother will bow down!" Song Zihong said with crooked eyes, knelt down, and kowtowed three times at Yuan Zhengang.

Frightened, Yuan Zhengang hurriedly dodged, thinking: Crazy or crazy, this guy is crazy again, fortunately there is an iron railing to separate, otherwise I really don't know what else he has to do to himself.

Now, he's glad he's in prison.

"Big brother, this is a spirit talisman given to you by a master, his things are amazing, he said, if you encounter a more dangerous situation, ignite the first talisman, ignite the second talisman when it is very dangerous, and ignite the last talisman when it is particularly dangerous. This is a fire sickle, don't forget, your safety is related to the wealth of my life, you must not have an accident!" Song Zihong said with crooked eyes, put the three spirit runes in the prison, and pressed five fire sickles on it.

Yuan Zhengang looked at his actions, doubted in his heart, did not dare to come forward, and continued to shrink into the prison.

"Big brother, don't worry, I have crooked eyes and Song Zihong won't let you stay in prison for too long, I'll go out and operate and get you out, so that we can start our brothers' road to prosperity! You can live in this prison with peace of mind, I have also taken care of the jailers, they won't be embarrassed for you!" Song Zihong continued to "confess" to Yuan Zhengang with crooked eyes.

It's a pity that Yuan Zhengang didn't believe him a word.

"Big brother, I'll go first, the roast chicken is here, you can eat it when you're hungry!" Song Zihong saw that Yuan Zhengang hadn't spoken, and he felt bored, so he put down a tael of silver to Yuan Zhengang, turned around and went out.

Yuan Zhen just saw that Song Zihong was gone, so he breathed a sigh of relief, slowly crawled over, picked up the silver tael first, and bit it with his teeth, sure enough, it was silver, he couldn't help but wonder: If this person is really crazy, how can there be silver on him, is he a crazy person from a rich family, but it doesn't look like it's dressed.

He then picked up the fire sickles again, and tested them again, they were all brand new fire sickles, definitely not rotten goods picked up from the garbage heap, and then looked at the folded charms below, which were also well drawn, although he didn't know them, he also knew that this was definitely not something that a madman could draw.

"Strange thing!" Yuan Zhengang secretly screamed strangely, muttering that he put the silver, fire sickle, and spirit rune in his arms.

Yuan Zhengang was sad in his heart, and he encountered this injustice again, where did he have the heart to eat, he thought of his grandfather who died tragically, and thought of Uncle Qian, Jiaqi and others, he couldn't help crying again, and then fell asleep groggily.

I don't know how much time passed, suddenly, he felt that someone was calling his name next to his ear, he hurriedly opened his eyes, and saw his grandfather's kind face appear in front of Yuan Zhengang.

"Grandpa!" Yuan Zhengang couldn't help but shout in surprise.

"Run, kid!" cried out in Grandpa's hoarse voice.

Yuan Zhen was startled and hurriedly stood up from the ground, only then did he see clearly that it was only his grandfather's head in front of him.

Grandpa's head was still the same as before, dark and thin, covered with deep wrinkles, but it was empty from the neck down, and black blood continued to flow from the broken neck.

He was so frightened that he let out a loud "ah" and jerked back.

Grandpa's face suddenly showed a look of pain, and then let out a scream of "ah", and black blood oozed from the seven orifices, just like this morning's death, and then quickly turned into a puff of green smoke and disappeared.

"Grandpa, grandpa, don't go, don't go, don't leave Xiaogang alone!" Yuan Zhengang couldn't be afraid at this time, and suddenly threw himself into the puff of green smoke.