Perhaps because of the fact that he was stabbed, Bi Fang liked Wu Ming much more. Not only did he use half a bottle of healing medicine, but he also carried him back to the teahouse in the city.

Usually, tea shops should be crowded with people during this period, but today there are only two or three sparse kittens.

"Da Lang..." The old shopkeeper stared at Bi Fang beside Wu Ming and wanted to speak but stopped.

"Shopkeeper, the old storyteller has come back." Wu Ming quietly winked.

"I've returned, but I've already checked out and left." The shopkeeper ignored Wu Ming's small movements and replied seriously.

"How long have you been away?" Bi Fang asked.

The old shopkeeper took out the documents signed by Qian Mo and said in his usual peaceful voice: "I have been walking for more than two hours."

Although you can still smell the unique cinnabar, the ink traces have long dried up.

Bi Fang slightly dodged away so that the woman behind them could identify the signature like a ghost-like talisman.

"It's him." The woman spoke softly, "Shopkeeper, did he leave any words or letters when he left?"

The old shopkeeper was silent for a moment and took out a stack of yellow paper from under the counter.

Although he had long recognized Bi Fan as an inspector who was slapped by a storyteller the day before yesterday, even if his kung fu was loose, it was not something that ordinary old people who had just entered the coffin half could bear. Therefore, the smart businessman quickly made the most correct choice.

There were also ghost painting talismans on the yellow paper. Neither of the Brahmashiro recognized them, so he turned to Wu Ming: "Do you recognize them?"

Wu Ming turned it through page by page for a long time, then shook his head nervously.

I thought someone would be stabbed again, but I didn't expect the woman nodded lightly and refused to pursue the matter. "Shopkeeper, your friend is related to several murders, so I have to go with us."

"Please take care of me, please do it." The old shopkeeper trembled with a plate of white silver ingots and held it high on his head.

Bi Fang rolled up his sleeves, the plate was still there, but the silver ingots disappeared.

"Shopkeeper..." Wu Ming was already very satisfied with doing this for him. Speaking of which, he was able to grow up safely, it was all thanks to the old shopkeeper's raising.

"Well, go ahead. Whether it is a blessing or a disaster, it depends on you in the future." The old shopkeeper sighed, trembling with his dry fingers and gently clamped the account book.

"The above is your salary over the years. I originally planned to ask someone to go to the Zhangjia Shop opposite to tell you about your dear..."

Looking at the bills that were not bad at all, Wu Ming couldn't help but shed tears. "Dad..."

"Dalang, come on, draw a note." The old shopkeeper quietly wiped his tears with half his body on his back.

Wu Ming gritted his teeth and walked up, and neatly signed his newly appointed name. Before he could put down his pen, he was already crying.

"Let's go."

Seeing that the two of them were tearful across the counter, Bi Fang couldn't help but urge him.

"Wait... the money has not been given yet." Wu Ming wiped his tears.

"The money... the goods are all done." The old shopkeeper shook his beard and cried so sadly.

"Heaven and earth are proof, I haven't seen half a child..." Wu Ming covered his blood-seeking chest, pointed to the top of his head and the soles of his feet.

"That plate just now..."

“Woo woo woo woo…”

After saying that, they hugged their heads and cried bitterly.

"Old shopkeeper, I will definitely come back to burn paper for you..."

"Good boy, I will definitely wait until that day..."

Wu Ming turned his head and left. The old shopkeeper wiped his tears and couldn't help but remind him: "The world is dangerous, if you don't work, just withdraw..."

"Dalang--" Douhua might have known something, and was standing beside his father, waving his hands vigorously with tears in his eyes.

"Douhua, keep the best buns for me, I'll come back to eat..." Wu Ming handed over a smiling face, and walked quickly to the corner of the street.

"Dalang--" Douhua chased after her with a big oil-paper bag.

Wu Ming quickly accelerated his pace, but was stopped by the woman holding the sword, "What are you running away? Don't let others feel cold."

Wu Ming was so angry that his teeth itched, but he didn't dare to show any signs. God knows if this woman would come in with another sword!

Taking a deep breath, wiping his face hard, turning around to meet Douhua. He didn't dare to say more, let alone look at Douhua's face. Wu Ming took the bag, said perfunctory words, turned his head and left.

"The girl is good." Before he finished speaking, the big bun on the top disappeared out of thin air. Although Wu Ming's eyesight was no longer the same as before, he still couldn't see the woman's movements clearly.

Obviously, women are not on the same level as themselves.

Then another bun disappeared. This time Wu Ming saw a blurry image, and it was Bi Fang next to him who took action. The boy felt a little relieved, and he was the one who was at the bottom of his help.

"It tastes so good." Seeing that the woman seemed to be coming to grab it again, Wu Ming hurriedly stuffed a steaming bun into his mouth. Although it was so hot that it was hot that Douhua's intention was ruined by the two constables who caught him.

‘Hmm?’ The hard piece in the meat ball could not bite it. Wu Ming pressed it with his tongue, confirming that it was not the ingredient, so he hurriedly pressed it to the bottom of his tongue.

Walking out of the city along the way, the bag of buns was eaten by three people.

"Uncle, where are we going?" Wu Ming did not dare to talk to the woman and asked Bi Fang in a low voice.

"Luoyang."

"Kyoto?" Wu Ming has never left a radius of 100 miles in Beixin City.

"Well, go to Dali Temple."

"Well, uncle, you two have to take me, a little shrimp to the headquarters..." Wu Ming couldn't help feeling uneasy.

"Little shrimp?" The woman who was cleaning her hands with a square scarf smiled and said, "Who dares to underestimate the disciples of Fantian?"

"Why, my sect is very famous?" Wu Ming saw a glimmer of hope.

"Of course it's very loud. 'Bigland vultures, hyenas', no one knows, no one knows." The woman stretched out her tone.

The vulture, hyena, and the woman's deliberately prolonged tone, Wu Ming's auditory nerve, which was stretched by spiritual energy, immediately captured a different meaning.

"That... fairy, since it is a very famous sect, why do you use vultures and hyenas to describe it..."

Wu Ming's terrified look made her very useful. The violent woman in a good mood couldn't help but say a few more words, "The vulture and the hyena are soaring in the sky and the other are hidden in the grass. They are not related to each other, but they are the same, and they both survive by the rotten flesh of humans and animals."

"The scavenger of the grassland..." Wu Ming blurted out the memories related to his previous life.

"It's not just the grassland?" Bi Fang said, "The Great Desert vulture, the whole world is allowed to feed you!"

"Well, eat... carrion?" Wu Ming asked again unwillingly.

"Corrot is a metaphor. You have been full of evil deeds in the Fantianmen, and everything is done against the will of heaven and evil. Vultures and hyenas can clean up one side and prevent plagues; Fentianmen can survive the tribulation and reincarnation, and can protect people's spiritual consciousness from being destroyed and reincarnated..."

"After the disaster?!" Wu Ming's eyes lit up!
Chapter completed!