"Sir, sir. After the sedan chair returned to the county gate, Mrs. Qian immediately got off the sedan chair and ran in while crying.

In the back office, Ma Zhong's mood was very gloomy and not good. Hearing this crying voice, he frowned even more, and shouted: "What's the ghost called, I'm not dead yet." ”

"Sir. ”

Mrs. Qian was taken aback by Ma Zhong's expression, she knew how to serve men, and she knew that men could not be provoked at this time. I was a little afraid, but when I thought of the words of the god general, I gritted my teeth, wiped my tears and said, "Master, it's a disaster, it's really a disaster." I've met God's dreams. ”

Mrs. Qian told Ma Zhong everything in her dream.

In the country of heavenly fortune, Shinto flourished. Ma Zhong himself celebrates the New Year's festival and also goes to worship the gods. Moreover, he is an improper official, and he has a lot of filth, which has damaged a lot of yin virtues.

As the saying goes, I don't do bad things in my life, and I'm not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night. Otherwise, the heart will be weak. Therefore, after Ma Zhong heard this, he was taken aback, "There is such a thing?"

"The concubine heard it very clearly, saying that she was going to kill her head in seven days, and her soul would be introduced into the eighteenth-layer region. Mrs. Qian panicked and cried.

Ma Zhong's face was dark, and his heart was beating faster than when he had sex.

"Wenqu Xing descends to earth?"

"It's just enough to kill the head, and it's still eighteen layers of hell?"

Sweat from Ma Zhong's pores drained from his pores, wetting his clothes. "Master, master, what should we do?" Mrs. Qian's crying voice made Ma Zhong even more irritable.

"Hugh is going to cry, let me think, think, sir. Ma Zhong said annoyingly, and Mrs. Qian was immediately silent, but her tears still fell in her eyes, and she looked at Ma Zhong with blank eyes.

Ma Zhong had a splitting headache and sat down on the seat, constantly rubbing his temples with his hands to calm the pain. This trick did work, and his headache subsided, but after thinking clearly, a little bit of clues were pieced together, and he felt horrified.

"The begonias in the Huangshan poetry meeting beat the Xuanzhou genius Liang Sheng. A song of peach blossom hermitage is happy like a fairy. How many people in the world can there be such a poet? It is absolutely possible to say that he is a literary and opera star. ”

"On the yamen that day, it was obviously a play that I invited Wu Xiude and Wu Xiude to act, and a framed scene was performed. As a result, the actor retracted his confession in court, and at the same time, he fell short. also let Chen Guhong get my handle. I was puzzled. But today, my concubine encountered such a miracle that the gods would dream of, and she was a little eyebrows. I'm afraid that there were also gods at that time who dreamed. ”

The more I think about it, the more I feel that it makes sense, the more I think about it, the more I feel horrified, and the more I think about it, the more I regret not sending it.

"Old man, although Wu Xiude and I are friends, I am definitely not a good man who sticks a knife in both sides for my friends, I just think that the Wu family has a big business and is so powerful, and I am just dealing with a little scholar. He moved his fingers. I didn't expect it, I didn't expect the consequences to be so serious. Eighteen layers of hell ??? make people shudder to think about. ”

Ma Zhong's face became more and more pale, white and blue, his lips were purple, and even because of nervousness, he felt that his crotch was a little impatient, if he hadn't stopped it in time, he was afraid that he would have farted and urinated a long time ago.

But even so, some urine came out, and the inside of the crotch was very uncomfortable.

"Master, master, what should we do? The concubine is not yet twenty years old, and she still wants to live. I don't want to go to the yin and suffer. Mrs. Qian saw that Ma Zhong was speechless for a long time, so she couldn't help crying.

Ma Zhong's heart became more and more flustered.

However, in the panic, Ma Zhong had a flash of inspiration in his mind. Thinking of a stubble, he hurriedly asked, "Then the god will say to you that he will take our lives in seven days?"

"Yes, it was said that it was given us seven days to deal with the aftermath of the yang world. Mrs. Qian was in tears, she couldn't stop spreading her sleeves to wipe her tears, and her cheeks, which had been delicately painted with makeup, were already small flower faces.

"Then there is salvation. Ma Zhong's eyes lit up and said.

"Saved?" Mrs. Qian's heart jumped, and she looked at Ma Zhongdao expectantly.

"Our blasphemy is hard to clear, and if it is compared to a human case, it is impossible to escape the blame. But isn't there still a saying in the world that he will make meritorious service and remedy a light sentence?" Ma Zhong said, the more he thought about it, the more he was right, his face regained some rosiness, and his eyes regained their brightness.

"Light rebellion?" Mrs. Qian's eyes lit up.

"That's right. If we remedy it well, we will be comfortable with Wenqu Xing. Maybe the gods will add ten years of yang life to us, and take a step back, even if we don't add yang life, we don't have to go to the eighteenth layer of hell if we don't have access to the yin cao? Even if we go to the eighteenth layer of hell, maybe the guilt will be lighter and we will be treated better?"

Ma Zhong said in one breath.

"Then remedy, the concubine heard that the period of the eighteen layers of hell is calculated in hundreds of millions of years. Tens of billions of years, that day is unimaginable. Even a billion years of guilt would be fine. ”

Mrs. Qian nodded incessantly and said.

The men and women who were frightened by the gods were summed up for a while, and the plan was decided. But then the trouble also came, how to remedy this? Mrs. Qian was shallow, so she could only look at Ma Zhong with tears in her eyes.

Ma Zhong calmed down a little, and then he had a plan. said to Mrs. Qian: "You send your henchmen and slaves over, and invite Wen Quxing to go to the city to see Zhenlou." ”

"Got it, got it. Mrs. Qian nodded again and again and went down to deal with it.

Ma Zhong called the servant, put on civilian clothes, and prepared an ordinary small sedan chair to go out.

The so-called Shangzhen Building is one of the top restaurants in Chengyang County, and its character is not much different from that of Yuelai Hotel. After Ma Zhong came to Chengyang, he had dinner with Wu Xiude several times and was more familiar.

After coming to Shangzhen Tower, Ma Zhong asked for a private room on the third floor, ordered the best dishes, and waited for Wenqu Xing to arrive.

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Chenqu Lane, in the Wang's house, because he could use it, Wang Yu lived in the Wang's house.

"Quick, quick, work. Yuan Yuan crossed his hands on his hips and looked fierce. Wang Yu was sweating and squatted on the ground to wash his clothes.

"Our family doesn't take in people who eat for nothing. Yuan Yuan said.

Chen Guhong read for a while, walked out of the door, and smiled dumbly when he saw this scene. I don't know why, the little girl Yuanyuan is very strict with Wang Yu, and even full of hostility.

Seeing Chen Guhong come out, Wang Yu showed a crying expression, she has never lived here in peace, she has been commanded to be a cow and a horse, and she can work as hard as she wants.

Chen Guhong also ignored Wang Yu, he had already learned her acting skills once, and he would not be fooled again.

"Childe, but you're thirsty, do you want tea?" Yuan Yuan saw Chen Guhong come out, and immediately showed a smile and said courteously.

Chen Guhong shrugged his shoulders, could it be that acting is a woman's innate skill? He was fierce just now, but now he is attentive.

"Somewhat thirsty. But looking at the bright eyes of the round water, Chen Guhong softened his heart and said.

"The maid is going to make tea. Yuan Yuan showed a big smile and went down satisfied. A sense of crisis, a sense of crisis. As soon as Yuanyuan met, he knew that Wang Yu was not a good person, but a goblin.

As a woman's intuition, she felt that if she didn't pinch it tighter, this woman would steal Childe's heart.

And Childe was not tempted by this goblin, and Yuanyuan felt very happy.