I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 39 Awakening
He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes to the old man.

Now that his wife is awake, he can also go to prison to work.

It's just that today's old man Xiang looks even weirder to his colleagues.

After work, I bought two live fish and a live hen from the old man in Fangshi, and hurried home.

He didn't know what to do.

Life goes on.

He can only hope for a miracle to happen, maybe one day he will be able to cure his son when he meets the fairy teacher again.

Thinking of the soul banner in his hand, the old man decided to exchange the soul banner for a glimmer of life.

This is the baby of that magic cultivator.

On the way back, there were many shelters for them, powerful and weird.

If it is dedicated to the immortal master, he should be able to invite the immortal master to heal his son.

This is the best countermeasure he has been thinking about all day.

I was about to go home and tell my wife and son the good news.

open the door.

Walk into the inner hall.

Everything that happened in front of him made him stand still in place.

Live fish and chickens dropped to the ground.

The son who was paralyzed in bed and the wife who accompanied him to take care of him were dead.

He hurried over.

Looking at the rat poison scattered on the ground, and his wife and children foaming at the mouth.

He collapsed and knelt on the ground.

"what!"

cry of pain.

Like the roar of a wounded beast.

I do not know how long it has been.

Crouching on the ground, he got up to the old man.

He is still old, and his body is more stooped.

But he seemed to wake up.

The flames in his eyes were rekindled.

That thing is hate!

Tu Shanjun used to feel that the old man was too depressed, but now the old man looks like a person.

Li Qingfeng.

Hate can awaken a person.

Let alone a man with nothing.

He is like a lonesome ghost lingering in this world, all he wants is revenge.

Sharpen the knife, carry the dagger, and take the poison to smoke.

Take the soul banner.

The old man Xiang, who put on a black robe, went to Fangshi.

Liangdu at night is like a landscape ink painting.

It's also like a wonderful girl in a boudoir, drawing eyebrows, drawing fans, and dressing up.

The lights are brightly lit, and the painted boats on the Little Glacier swim.

The music is melodious.

He hurried towards the old man, and knocked on the small door when he came that morning.

Dianshu was a little surprised. He hadn't seen the old man for ten days and a half months before, but he walked around a lot recently.

"I want to see the old ghost."

The old man Xiang's voice was hoarse, revealing a pair of bloodshot eyes.

Dianshu didn't stop him, and the old ghost had already returned from work at this time: "Please come in, my lord."

There are not many people in the courtyard.

Not many people know about this courtyard.

After a while, the gloomy old ghost came out.

"I want to know where my son went a few days ago."

The old man's remaining arm was always pressed against the waist knife.

The old ghost didn't say much, but took out a silk book and handed it to old man Xiang: "Master Xiang, this is the list of those who injured your son. I can't find out who is behind the scenes."

He looked regretful, after all, he was just an underground mouse in Liangdu.

Although he is considered a mouse king, he will die if he encounters a cat.

And the one wearing the official skin is the cat.

The dignitaries are even more powerful tigers than cats.

They are not to be provoked by pickled goods in the gutter.

To be able to give this support to the old man has already taken a great risk.

No one knows whether the nobles above will anger them because of this incident, leading to catastrophe.

Grabbing the silk scroll to the old man, he said in a cold voice, "From now on, our kindness will be clear."

"Nobody owes anything."

After the voice fell, he turned and left.

Dianshu frowned, and said angrily, "What a stubborn old man who doesn't know what's good and what's wrong, Boss, you took such a big risk to help him find someone, yet he still has this attitude."

"It's a pity that we still haven't charged him!"

The old ghost looked complicated, shook his head and said, "Master Xiang doesn't want to implicate us."

"And we don't accept money, it's not just kindness, Master Xiang will treat us as his own and protect us."

"This matter is very complicated. The game of the nobles will bring disaster to Chiyu. If it falls to the nobles behind your lord, even if they hand over the power, they will have to be liquidated."

"Poor Brother Wen, I will lie on the bed for the rest of my life."

Having said that, the gloomy old ghost's expression of resentment returned to normal.

He has seen many of these things.

Growing up in the gutter, I have seen so many bloody storms and conspiracies.

Now it's just getting closer to them.

Short Mouse seemed to want to find a place to prove his point of view, and then said: "Boss, even if we gave him the list, Old Man Xiang would not dare to do anything."

"He's old."

The sentence that he is old seems to have exhausted all his friendship and spirit at once.

The old ghost didn't refute.

indeed.

Xiang Hu is old after all.

It wasn't that Embroidered Yiwei Baihu, the top master among the 24 yamen.

The hero is late, nothing more than that.

He bowed his body to the old man.

Even if his strength is regressed, he is still a second-rate master after all, with a strong internal energy.

The family-inherited exercises have been practiced for four or fifty years.

The method of martial arts is like using your arms to use your fingers.

He can walk over mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and ghosts and monsters can't kill him.

Killing people is nothing more than returning to their old profession.

"The Dingo Gang."

Gambling stalls in full swing.

Dim light.

The red-eyed gambler shouted loudly the points he had bet on, and the knocking on the table vibrated.

Crowded, shoulder to shoulder.

From time to time, someone borrowed money loudly.

There are also bad gamblers thrown out by the gambler's vicious guards.

In the back hall of the casino, a man with a scar on his face is working hard, sweating profusely.

Just when he was getting ready, he suddenly felt a little cold on his neck.

Immediately, his hair stood on end with horror, and he immediately went limp.

Just as he was about to shout, the sharp dagger was directly attached to his neck, and blood flowed down the wound.

Looking at the woman below him, she has already passed out.

"Good man spare your life."

"Forgive me."

"I didn't spoil a woman from a good family. This is a secret door leaning on an alley outside the red building."

The man with the scar raised his hands and hurriedly explained.

He was afraid that some kind of chivalrous man who wanted to fight for righteousness would come here after hearing about his deeds of oppressing others.

Just one face to face, he knew that he was not an opponent.

The person behind is definitely a great master.

Without knowing it, he knocked out the woman, and then put the dagger on his neck, causing him to hang his neck up, unable to move at all.

If the swordsman chopped off his head because of gossip, he would really be unwilling to die.

"Wild Dog Gang, Chen Quan."

"One of the deputy leaders of the Wild Dog Gang." The voice was old, but sonorous and powerful, full of energy.

It still sounds strangely familiar.

Even Chen Quan couldn't remember where he heard it.

"I'm here, just to ask you one thing, answer well, life is here."

"If you don't answer well, life is better than death."

As an embroidered clothing guard of hundreds of households, he naturally mastered methods of extorting confessions that are rare for ordinary people.

Sometimes no evidence is needed at all, as long as there is doubt, a confession can be extracted.

They couldn't be taken back to the prison, so before the murder, they were tortured on the spot to obtain information.

He has countless ways to make Chen Quan speak.

"Excuse me, hero." Chen Quan hurriedly responded.

"Who ordered you to beat disabled Xiangqian?"

Hearing the old man's question, Chen Quan's pupils shrank suddenly, his maroon eyes were full of fear, and he opened his mouth to shout, "You are!"

"Crack."

As soon as the old man turned his thumb, Chen Quan's jaw had already been removed.

The thumb rests on the lower jaw.

Chen Quan was horrified to find that he couldn't make any sound at all.

The deaf-mute can still whine, but it seems like he can't speak anymore, he doesn't even have a sound.

Tu Shanjun couldn't help sighing: "Good technique."

There is no merit in the secular world.

They can't practice, but they have studied martial arts to the extreme, and their control over the meridians and acupoints of the human body is not bad at all.

(End of this chapter)