"You'd better go on your own, before I have someone do anything."

Wang Changsheng's face was ashen. He was very angry and helpless, but what could he do?

I could only utter the word "good" with trembling voice.

At this moment, he could only comfort himself that he was still alive, and as long as he was alive, there was hope. As long as the green mountains remained, there would be no fear of running out of firewood.

Today, Liu Feng paid back double what Wang Changsheng had done to him.

Walking out of the Wang family’s gate, Liu Feng looked at the plaque hanging high up in the Wang family’s house and smiled.

Then he jumped up and pulled hard, and the Wang family's plaque was torn down by him, and he stepped on it and turned it into firewood.

He also did not forget to say to the old woman inside: "Remember to use the kitchen to light the fire."

Liu Feng is not a good person.

Whether Wang Changsheng can survive depends on God's will.

Fifty taels of silver. If Wang Changsheng wants to leave Wenhuang County, he will inevitably run into the nearby bandits. These fifty taels of silver are a gift to the bandits.

It doesn’t really matter whether Wang Chang lives or dies, but there is one thing: he must not die in the village. If he dies in the village, Liu Feng’s reputation will be ruined.

Even if the villagers didn't say it on the surface, they would definitely despise him in their hearts.

So it doesn’t matter whether Wang Changsheng lives or dies after he goes out.

The bandit will definitely be interested in fifty taels of silver, and that will be his excuse when the time comes.

This is also Wang Changsheng’s final value.

If Wang Changsheng really helped him complete this plan, then Liu Feng would definitely be grateful after his death.

Wang Changsheng was able to make contributions to the villagers before his death, so he should be happy on his way to the underworld.