Countryside Magic Doctor

"What do you mean?" He Feng asked with some doubt.

At this time, misty son said to him, "You may not know one thing. This soul contract can only be concluded between the strong and the weak. If you forcibly want to bind the strong to your own hands through the soul contract, he is bound to pay a price, and the price may be life, because although there are rules between heaven and earth, the rules often bind the weak rather than the strong."

"Do you mean that if I sign a soul contract with him by force, it is very likely that I will not be able to carry the contract and break free the contract for him by force, and then I may be injured or even backfire?" He Feng asked.

"Yes, that's what I mean, so you should be mentally prepared and think about it." piaomizi said.

After thinking for a while, he Feng thought left and right. He still couldn't resist the temptation. After all, even if Murong could break away from the contract, he must be reluctant to give up. For the time being, he might not be able to break away. In that case, he could take advantage of him.

Thinking of this, he Feng's heart crossed, clenched his teeth and said to the misty son, "hold up the courage and starve the timidity. This time we won't be that once. Maybe I have another gold medal senior hitter under my hand."

Seeing that he Feng was so single, misty son nodded and said, "you said it yourself. Don't come to me if something goes wrong. I don't care."

"Look what you said, am I that kind of person?" He Feng said with a sneer.

At this time, Yunzhu next to him raised his concerns, "the key is that there is a problem we need to think about now. This problem is. How can Murong willingly sign a contract with us? This soul contract can be signed only with the consent of both parties, not by force of one party."

"It's easy to do." piaomizi patted her chest and heard her say that I'm good at extorting confessions by torture.

Seeing that piaomizi was so sure, he Feng nodded. He said, "since the old man is so confident, this glorious and arduous task is up to you."

Seeing that people are talking about signing a soul contract with themselves, childe Murong is flustered. He knows what a soul contract is.

The elders of the family signed contracts with the outsiders.

All the servants of their own family signed a soul contract with their own family, which is why they are loyal.

He didn't think that he had to sign the soul contract that the slave needed to sign, which made him feel a great sense of humiliation. He only heard Murong say loudly, "I'd rather die without freedom."

"He's very backbone. I'd like to see when you can be hard." piaomizi said.

But Murong was still full of righteousness on his face. He only heard him yell: "even if you want to kill me, you don't want me to sign this soul contract. My childe of the Murong family can't suffer any humiliation!"

"When is it? You're just a prisoner now. Don't you know your situation? Do you want to die?" He Feng said.

He looks down on this person most. He can't understand the situation and see the current situation. To be precise, he doesn't know the practice.

Really not a hero!

Because the scene was too bloody, kind people like he Feng naturally didn't want to see it, but now he had to see it. Who let Murong hurt himself this morning.

Anyway, misty son is also indirectly venting his anger. People are busy here and run to watch TV by themselves. It doesn't make sense. He can only watch here.

After watching, he was filled with emotion. Not to mention, Murong was really rough and fleshy. He had been bleeding all over for so long, and two dead words were branded on his face with a soldering iron, but he was speechless.

It's really touching!

This guy is really TND beaten. He's no worse than himself.

"Niang xipi, why hasn't anyone come to save me?" Murong scolded all the dirty words he knew in his heart, but he was the one who waited for reinforcements to save himself.

This made him sigh.

In ordinary times, he always felt that these followers behind him were in the way, but now he felt that their rigid faces were like playing cards, which was so kind and pleasant.

Unfortunately, he can't see it.

But at the moment, a middle-aged Taoist appeared in the bustling streets of Binhai city in the distance, but he was only seen in a Taoist robe, elated and resolute, and looked like an expert.

He was standing at the door of a barbecue shop, frowning and looking at the towering wooden sticks painted with red paint.

In his hand, he held a simple bronze compass with inscriptions on it. He frowned and pointed, but behind him was a gloomy place. Yes, it was a morgue!

"This man can't open a shop anymore. It seems that there are no experts nearby. He also made such a terrible thing. Alas, people probably didn't want to pay attention to you, but now they won't pay attention to you." Fang Keqin frowned and looked ahead and said.

After that, he went in and planned to give some advice. After all, the Feng Shui layout of the owner of the store will not break the evil spirit, but lead the evil spirit.

In line with the idea of Kuang Fu's just way of heaven, he walked slowly to the barbecue shop, but as soon as he came to the door, someone stopped him, frowned and said, "it's closed today for decoration. Come tomorrow."

"I must come today," said Fang Keqin with a frown.

"Ha ha ha!" the shopkeeper looked up and down at Fang Zhiqin, laughed, then covered his stomach and said, "how old do you dare to call me? I said, brother, you Hanfu lovers, how can you fix moths?"

"Hanfu what Hanfu?" Fang Zhiqin said with a frown. At that time, there were no Hanfu and no Hanfu. They were all Chinese leftovers, all Chinese clothes, and had never experienced the inclination of the Chinese sky. Naturally, it was unclear. At this time, the beauty of clothes inherited by China for thousands of years had gradually declined.

"What you wear is not a Han suit, but I also have one. It's a serious yellow robe and mandarin jacket. It's very imposing. I don't know. I thought we were Lord Baylor!" the shopkeeper said with a smile.

"Well, let's talk about it later. I'm not a fan. I'm a Taoist. You have a problem. I have to solve it for you," Fang Zhiqin said.