Lord of Puluo

Li Banfeng wrote the deed, clearly and clearly, including the principal and interests.

The money he borrowed for the gloves must be written clearly and must be paid back.

Gloves said from the side: "Master, you are scolding me. I just asked you to borrow it. It was a joke. What is mine is yours. Just take it and use it!"

Li Banfeng shook his head and said: "What's yours is yours, and what you borrow must be paid back."

After the deed was clearly written, Li Banfeng moved all the silver coins and gold to the bedroom overnight and called Feng Chongli and Feng Xincheng.

Looking at the silver coins in a room, Feng Xincheng was stunned.

He couldn't figure out where so much money came from. If he were Feng Chongli, he wouldn't dare to do this business.

But he is not Feng Chongli.

Feng Chongli stared at the silver dollar for a moment, with a serious look on his face, and said to Li Banfeng, "There are still three hundred and fifty-two yuan left."

Li Banfeng didn't hesitate and immediately took out his wallet.

Why so happy?

Because Li Banfeng and Gloves calculated it together, there was indeed a difference of more than 300 yuan.

As expected of a high-level business cultivator, he is so sensitive to money.

Feng Chongli collected the banknotes and said to Li Banfeng: "Boss Li, please wait here."

Not long after, Feng Chongli returned to the room, holding a pair of huanghuali rectangular boxes in his hand, and handed them to Li Banfeng.

Li Banfeng opened the box and found an iron ruler in each of the two boxes.

The luster of the iron ruler is not eye-catching, with some wear and even some rust in places.

Shopkeeper Feng couldn't see the clues and didn't dare to say anything easily. He really didn't understand why the pair of iron rulers were so valuable.

Li Banfeng pretended to look at it for a long time, nodded and said: "Boss Feng, please wait a moment."

He couldn't tell whether it was true or not. This was the first time he saw Iron Ruler.

After leaving the room, he went downstairs to open another room, entered the residence, and first asked Gloves: "Do you think this is true?"

Gauntlet straightened his body and said: "Master, what are you talking about? I have never seen an iron ruler. How can I know whether it is true or false?"

Li Banfeng nodded and said, "That's right, you haven't seen it, so who do you think has seen it?"

The glove held his thumb and middle finger together, shook his index finger and said, "If you ask me, since it belongs to our house, I naturally have to ask the house."

Li Banfeng nodded and agreed: "But there are so many rooms in the house, which room is more appropriate to ask about this matter?"

Glove tried his best to maintain a stable stance, thought for a moment, and replied: "When we stole oil in the house, we placed it in the third room. I think the third room is still very spiritual."

Li Banfeng also thought it made sense. He took the iron ruler to the third room, looked at his gloves and said, "Zhaizi can't respond to me all the time. How do you think I should ask Zhaizi?"

Glove tried his best to control his trembling body, thought for a while, and replied: "I think since it belongs to the house, it is better to put it on the ground and see what the house does with it."

"That makes sense."

Li Banfeng placed a pair of iron rulers on the floor of the third room.

After a while, a pair of iron rulers gradually melted, sank into the ground, and disappeared.

Whoops! Whoops! Whoops!

Ouch!

A whistle blew, and every room trembled.

I am very excited to be with you.

Li Banfeng got the real thing.

He put on his gloves and returned to the hotel.

Feng Chongli and Feng Xincheng were waiting in the room. Seeing that Li Banfeng didn't bring the iron ruler back, Feng Chongli was a little dissatisfied.

"Boss Li, our business hasn't been completed yet."

Li Banfeng said: "The business has been completed. I have verified that the things are genuine. You have counted the money. Every penny is a lot. The money and goods are clear. Let's say goodbye."

When Li Banfeng was about to leave, Feng Chongli said: "Wait a minute, we still have to make a contract and deliver the money and goods. I have nothing to do with these iron rulers anymore. If they are lost or damaged in the future, I have nothing to do with them."

"Okay!" Li Banfeng agreed, "800,000 oceans, delivered in cash, you have already counted it in person, no matter how much or how little in the future, it has nothing to do with me."

Feng Chongli nodded: "Feng Xincheng will bear witness to this business. No matter what the reason is in the future, you and I cannot hurt the lives of the witnesses!"

It turns out there is such a rule.

No wonder Tu Shumei didn't kill Lu Yuesan to silence him.

As Tu Shumei's accountant, Lu Yuesan had unclean hands and feet, and a stern mouth. Logically speaking, Tu Shumei could not keep him.

But according to Feng Chongli's rules, someone must be found to be a witness who both families know. Tu Shumei didn't know this rule in advance. At that time, the only suitable candidate around him was Lu Yuesan, so he made him a witness, so he couldn't be killed. .

What if he didn't obey Feng Chongli's rules and killed Lu Yuesan?

This depends on the strength of both parties.

Tu Shumei's cultivation level is not low, close to the eighth level. What is Feng Chongli's cultivation level?

He is Feng Xincheng's elder brother, but he looks younger than Feng Xincheng. If he hadn't retouched his face like Tu Shumei, it would have proved that Feng Chongli had extended his lifespan and reached the level of cultivation.

If it was just to block Lu Yuesan's mouth, Tu Shumei would not have offended Feng Chongli. This is why Lu Yuesan can survive.

But why is Feng Chongli unwilling to tell others this rule?

There was no way to deduce this matter, and Li Banfeng didn't care about it. He wrote the deed, the three of them pressed their fingerprints, and the business was concluded.

Li Banfeng couldn't stay for a moment longer, so he immediately took shopkeeper Feng with him, bought a ticket for the evening, and returned to Yaowanggou.

Feng Chongli took out a money bag from his arms, grabbed a lot of foreign money, and put it into the bag.

How many oceans can a money bag hold?

This can be hundreds of thousands, and there is a large box of gold.

Feng Chongli's wallet can really fit these things.

An hour later, after all the money was packed, Feng Chongli went back to his room, slept one night, and went straight to the train station at dawn the next day.

Halfway through, I suddenly heard someone calling from behind: "Stop! Where are you going?"

Feng Chongli turned around and saw a rickshaw driver pulling a rickshaw after him.

"Oh, you're back." Feng Chongli quickly greeted him.

"Nonsense, can I not come back? Didn't you agree to wait until tonight? Why did you leave early?"

"Sorry, my business here is finished."

The driver was startled: "The business is done, what do you mean?"

"That's the thing, it's been sold."

"Sold to whom?"

"It's not convenient to tell you."

Bang!

The driver threw the rickshaw on the ground: "Why are you like this! Didn't I agree that I would go back and raise money! I brought you a million oceans!"

Feng Chongli smiled: "There's nothing we can do about it. You didn't set the money or sign the contract. This customer came with cash. I must do business with him."

The driver raised his eyebrows: "Are you kidding me?"

Feng Chongli also stopped smiling: "Where do I start with this? I am a businessman, and this is the rule of business. Why did you come a step too late?"

The two looked at each other for a long time, and the coachman picked up the cart again: "I've written down this beam."

Feng Chongli said: "Why hurt the harmony? You still have big things to do here, and we will have more contacts in the future.

In addition, this car cannot be broken down all the time. There are such important things hidden in it. If you break it, where can you get a replacement? "

…

When they arrived at Yaowanggou, Shopkeeper Feng returned to the grocery store. Li Banfeng hid the key, entered the home, stared at the bag of blood-stained soil in front of him, dismissed distracting thoughts, and just kept looking.

There was blood in his eyes and blood in his mind. Li Banfeng wanted to find the next blood stain.

The shape of the next blood stain will definitely be different, and the environment it is in is also different. The deviation may be quite large. Can you find it if you look like this?

There are two more railway tracks, so it depends on your ability!

After waiting for a few minutes, a whistle sounded in my ears.

Li Banfeng was about to walk out with the shovel when his wife called out, "Hey, sir, wait a moment!"

A cloud of steam enveloped the soil, and the two needles flew up and down.

After a few minutes, the lady picked out all the bloody soil and put the remaining non-bloody soil back into the bag.

"My precious husband, after digging out the blood stains, fill the hole back with soil. Don't let that thief from Sangmen Star get suspicious!"

"My lady has thought carefully!" Li Banfeng shouldered the mud bag.

The record player said: "Young girl with blood, help my husband to cover up, there are hundreds of blood sprinkling points, Sangmenxing won't look too carefully, new soil and old soil, help my husband to make it look presentable!"

The bloody clock said: "Don't worry, madam!"

"Er Dao, hold the door open. Don't let the door close until my husband comes back."

Tang Dao shouted: "It's your order!"

"Ms. sir, the two swords won't last long. Go and come back quickly!"

Tang Dao really couldn't hold on, and he only recognized Li Banfeng everywhere he went.

Li Banfeng kicked outside and inside the door, digging wildly.

Ten minutes later, Li Banfeng came back carrying a bag of bloody soil.

"Find another place!"

…

At Qiuji Medicine Shop, Luo Zhengnan and his men were ready. Today they were going to take a gamble and take a mourner out of Medicine King Valley to give it a try.

Qiu Zhiheng is choosing someone in the medicine shop, choosing someone who is not too high in cultivation and not too skilled in order to prevent the other person from escaping on the way.

After choosing for a long time, Qiu Zhiheng was sweating because no one was selected.

Luo Zhengnan stepped forward to investigate the situation: "Master Qiu, what's the situation?"

"Hall Master Luo, we arrested a total of thirteen mourning cultivators, why are there fourteen of them here?"

"What are you talking about, Master Qiu? There are only so many people, and you can't even count them?"

Luo Zhengnan also counted it once, and was dumbfounded after the count.

Are they really fourteen?

"Master Qiu, this matter is not a child's play!"

"It's not child's play, this is really one more thing!"

"Master Qiu, people have always been here with you, can't you see the extra one?"

Qiu Zhiheng was stunned for a long time, he really couldn't tell.

He knows all these fourteen people!

Luo Zhengnan shouted: "Get the list, one by one!"

Before I could get the roster, I suddenly saw an old man showing a smile.

Luo Zhengnan lowered his voice and said, "Who is this old guy?"

Qiu Zhiheng was stunned. He couldn't name this person.

"Come on!" Qiu Zhiheng rushed to the old man in an instant, patted the old man on the shoulder, and the old man's veins jumped.

His blood surged upwards, and his blood vessels might burst at any time.

But the old man didn't panic at all. Instead, he praised: "What an amazing Huan Xiu. He's on the eighth level, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qiu Zhiheng's feet slipped and he fell heavily to the ground.

There was hail a few days ago, which damaged a tile. There was some water on the ground, and it fell into the cracks of the floor tiles. It was not noticeable at all and was stepped on by Qiu Zhiheng.

How could it be such a coincidence?

Is it a coincidence that a whole house is full of mourners?

The old man ignored Qiu Zhiheng and pushed a mourning monk. The mourning monk staggered and hit a pillar, killing him directly.

The impact was so severe that tiles from the roof fell, killing two more mourners.

The old man was about to take action again, and suddenly he felt a numbness in his body. In a blink of an eye, sparks burst out from Luo Zhengnan's fingers, and the sparks were hitting the old man.

The old man was very surprised. A cultivator like Luo Zhengnan is very rare in Puozhou: "What kind of Taoist sect are you doing? Electrical cultivator? Is there such a Taoist sect in Puozhou?"

Qiu Zhiheng took action again, and the old man jumped up and drilled through the roof.

Tiles fell everywhere, and the mourners ran in all directions.

The falling tiles pointed downwards and all hit the mourning cultivator on the head.

Just such a coincidence, just such an inch, just so sad.

None of the remaining eleven mourners were spared, and they were all smashed to death by tiles.

This is the ability of Sangmenxing.

Qiu Zhiheng was covered in blood, but fortunately the tunic suit he was wearing was a magic weapon, which saved him from fatal injuries.

Luo Zhengnan avoided the tiles and was drenched by the water on the roof. His whole body twitched immediately and he was electrocuted.

The old man stood on the roof, looked at the two people and said: "You have wasted my time for so many days. You guys should have died long ago. I will come and take care of you later!"

The old man disappeared, and Luo Zhengnan felt something changed in the room.

He put on a pair of glasses and charged the glasses with sparks on his fingers.

He saw the dead souls in the house and followed the old man flying out of the roof.

Luo Zhengnan wanted to stop it, but couldn't.

Whoever kills the mourning cultivator will be haunted by the mourning cultivator's soul. This is the characteristic of the mourning cultivator.

Things happened so fast that Luo Zhengnan was shocked.

Qiu Zhiheng reacted: "Sangmen Formation!"

The aura of darkness filled the air so much that even Bai Zizi, who was not a cultivator, could sense the abnormality in Yaowanggou.

Thirteen mourning cultivators were killed, and the mourning gate formation will bring unimaginable disasters.

Qiu Zhiheng stumbled up, took out a piece of yellow paper, burned it immediately, and sent a message to Mr. Yao.

Sangmen Xing must go find Mr. Yao. If Mr. Yao kills Sangmen Xing, things may turn around.

But Luo Zhengnan shook his head repeatedly. He knew more about the Sangmen Formation: "It's useless to kill the Sangmen Star. Even if the person setting up the formation dies, the Sangmen Formation will not stop.

No more, Yaowanggou will be gone. "

Qiu Zhiheng was stunned for a long time and quickly rushed out of the medicine shop: "Hurry up and break the mourning gate array!"

"How to break it?" Luo Zhengnan was at a loss.

There are hundreds of blood sprinkling points in the Sangmen Formation, how to break it?

…

Li Banfeng returned home covered in mud and exhausted.

He dug one hundred and seventy blood stains back and forth, and he was so tired that he couldn't straighten his waist.

The record player picked out the blood stains in the mud, made some calculations, and said: "Sir, if you dig at least three more places, the formation will definitely be cracked!"

"Okay! Madam, give me some strength!"

Boom! Boom!

The record player played war drums, and the rumble of the drums made Li Banfeng forget his fatigue.

Ouch~

Amidst the sound of war drums, the whistle is louder than before!

Li Banfeng walked out of his home again.

Hong Ying couldn't believe it: "Has he really broken through the Sangmen Formation?"

"Hey bitch, this is my man!" The record player sang loudly.

"Don't think it's your man's fault. Without this house, he wouldn't be able to do it!"

"I'm telling you bitch, after a while, he can do it even if he doesn't have a house. This is my man!" The record player sang louder.

PS: Rush to Bianfeng and kill through the mourning gate array!