Thinking of this, Boss Wu has given up the idea of ​​confronting Zhang Fan.

Even Master Gong is no match for him. How can an ordinary person like me fight him?

Besides... my son's life is in someone else's hands, so I can only bow my head and admit defeat.

After thinking it through, Wu Jiangcheng immediately called his assistant.

"Prepare for the transfer contract immediately and transfer the management rights of the new cemetery to Changhong Funeral Home."

"Boss...did I hear you right?"

"Don't talk nonsense, just do as I say."

"Okay, what about the price?"

"No money."

"Boss, this is illegal... After all, it's an official project."

"Well...then just set a few million and we'll pay for it."

“…”

After hanging up the phone, Wu Jiangcheng left the hospital without looking back and rushed to Changhong Funeral Home overnight.

Considering that Zhang Fan might have already returned home, he kept asking about Zhang Fan's residence on the way.

…

at the same time.

In the Nancheng Funeral Rights Protection Group, Zhao Zhiguang excitedly sent a message.

[Everyone, tonight, Taoist Priest Song will officially take action against Changhong Funeral. Because Taoist Priest Song is too powerful, I advise everyone not to go and watch tonight.]

[As far as I know, Changhong Funerals has two funeral orders tomorrow morning, which will definitely not be completed. Let's wait and see! ]

[After tonight, there will be no more long rainbows in the world! ]

Upon hearing the news, funeral shop owners were also looking forward to it.

[Finally I have waited until this moment. Come on, Master Song! ]

【Kill him, and wait for your good news! 】

[Is the Taoist magic finally going to be used? It’s a pity that I can’t watch! 】

[Is it thunder magic? It seems that Qingyang Street will end up like Xingfu Community tonight! ]

【……】

Half an hour later.

Wu Jiangcheng rushed all the way and finally arrived at the alley where Changhong Funeral Home was located.

The alley was empty, but when he looked closely, he found a few candles flickering at the entrance of Changhong Funeral Home.

Seeing this scene, Wu Jiangcheng secretly rejoiced that fortunately Zhang Fan had not left and everything was still in time!

"As long as I can save my son's life... I'm willing to do anything!"

Taking a deep breath, Wu Jiangcheng slowly walked into the alley.

However, when he came to within ten meters of Changhong Funeral Home.

Suddenly, I discovered that at the entrance of Changhong Funeral Home, there was an old man in Taoist robes sitting cross-legged, with his hands clasped together and chanting spells, as if he was performing a ritual.

"Taoist priest? Isn't this an employee of Changhong Funeral Home?"

Thinking this in his mind, Wu Jiangcheng tried to keep his footsteps as quiet as possible.

After walking a few steps forward, he finally saw the Taoist's profile clearly.

Taoist Priest Song Hongzhong!

He actually came to deal with Zhang Fan!

Even Master Gong is dead, how dare you, a jerk like me, come here to cause trouble?

Are you looking for death by being so impure?

It doesn’t matter whether you make a noise or not. If you anger Zhang Fan, what will happen to my son’s life?

What a rip off!

Why did you do it at this moment instead of earlier?

We must not let Zhang Fan get angry again... otherwise no one will suffer!

After thinking about it, Wu Jiangcheng fumbled around and found a broken wooden stick.

The chance to atone for your sins has come!

Holding the wooden stick tightly, Wu Jiangcheng approached Taoist Song silently and hit him on the head with the stick!

However, what he didn't expect was that just as the wooden stick was about to hit Taoist Song on the head, a faint golden light suddenly flashed before his eyes, and he was instantly flung away!

"Digging a groove?!"

Wu Jiangcheng fell to the ground, looking at the scene in disbelief.

I saw a yellow cushion where Taoist Song was meditating.

Although the pattern on the cushion cannot be seen completely, it is not difficult to recognize that it is a Tai Chi Bagua diagram!

The golden light just now was the one that flashed out from the Bagua diagram, and now it has quickly scaled back.

"Bagua protection?"

Good job!

Wu Jiangcheng widened his eyes and watched Taoist Song's every move with surprise.

This Taoist Priest Song... is something!

If Taoist Song could just kill Zhang Fan directly, wouldn’t that mean… nothing would happen?

There is no need to give away the cemetery, and there is no need to pay money... There is no need to worry about the business being robbed!

Master Song, you are my savior!

In this case...

"puff!"

“Ugh!”

Before Wu Jiangcheng could figure it out, Taoist Song suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, fell backwards to the ground, rolled several times, and only stopped after hitting the wall.

However, even though Taoist Song had fallen and his head was bleeding, it seemed that things were far from over.

Taoist Song was seen covering his ears with a grim look on his face, as if a loud bell was exploding in his ears.

Then, the pattern on the Bagua cushion burst into a blazing golden light, which was a hundred times brighter than before.

Several meters away, Wujiang Chengdu felt extremely hot.

After a while, the golden light dissipated. Taoist Song kowtowed three times in a hurry towards the shop, then grabbed the cushion and fled out the other end without looking back.

Seeing this scene, Wu Jiangcheng was stunned.

You were so awesome just now...how come you suddenly became so vulnerable?

Why would that Bagua cushion attack Taoist Song? Isn’t it his own thing?

Forget it, Zhang Fan is really not someone you can afford to offend...

After hesitating for a moment, Wu Jiangcheng quickly walked to the store entrance and knocked on the door cautiously:

"Boss Zhang, are you in the store?"

"Boss Zhang?"

“…”

Wu Jiangcheng stayed at the door for about twenty minutes, not daring to shout loudly or knock hard.

However, after twenty minutes, he was sure that Zhang Fan was not in the store. Now, he could only go to Zhang Fan's house to look for him.

…

Another half hour passed.

Zhaojiazhuang, a remote town in Nancheng.

Taoist Priest Song fled all the way here and came to the door of a dilapidated house and knocked on the door in panic.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

"Master, help!"

"Master, help!"

“Crunch~”

After about three minutes, the door was slowly pushed open and a handsome young man walked out.

The young man glanced at Taoist Song and said with a curled lip:

"Old Song? How many times have I told you not to call me Master? I don't know any Taoist magic at all."

"No! Master, you can!"

Taoist Priest Song tightly grasped the young man's hand and cried bitterly, "Master, you can't just stand by and watch me die. I... your disciple, may not survive this night!"

"Forehead……"

The young man looked speechless and said, "I really don't know any Taoist magic, how can I save you? Besides, my brother won't let me give things to others casually."

"You can't possibly not know Taoism!"

Taoist Priest Song shook his head fiercely and said, "If you hadn't passed by when we were in Beishan a few years ago, your body would have been buried in the wilderness long ago. And the Bagua cushion you gave me would be a treasure in any Taoist temple. It's impossible that you don't know Taoist magic!"

"How can you be so shameless? It was obviously you who stole it, but you insisted that I gave it to you!"

"Oh, I'm really impressed!"

The young man sighed. Although this Taoist priest Song called him Master every day, he really had not taught him anything.

As a result, the old man insisted that he gained all his Taoist skills at home, and he would meditate on the roof every now and then. It was like a dog-skin plaster sticking to his body.

But my cousin said that as a human being, one should not stand by and watch someone in need. If you are willing to help others, you will be rewarded sooner or later.

After a moment of silence, the boy turned around and said, "Come in first."

Taoist Song chuckled and quickly followed the young man: "I knew that you, Master, would never stand by and watch someone die!"

"Although you said you wouldn't teach me anything, if you hadn't allowed me to come to your house to gain enlightenment, I'm afraid I would still be a charlatan now."

"Master, I know you love me!"

“…”

Walking into the room, the boy said unhappily, "Stop being so disgusting and tell me what happened."

"Um!"

Taoist Song suddenly looked serious and frowned, "I encountered a very evil thing. I was going to take him away tonight, but I didn't expect that guy to be too strong. I was attacked by him and now I feel uncomfortable all over. If you didn't let me in, I would have died at the door."

“So amazing?”

Hearing this, the young man frowned, thought for a moment and said, "What kind of evil thing are you talking about? Although my brother has retired, if it is really a disaster, I think he will take action."

"Master, you mean... let my uncle help me!"

Upon hearing this, Taoist Priest Song's eyes suddenly lit up.

In the Master's words, Uncle Master has always been a mysterious and powerful being.

The master is so strong. If the uncle-master takes action, it would be easy to deal with Zhang Fan!

"If it's really a big disaster, my brother will take action." The young man nodded and said, "Tell me what you encountered first."

"good!"

Taoist Priest Song nodded repeatedly and said, "There is a funeral shop called Changhong Funeral Home. The owner is Zhang Fan. Anyone who has clicked on "follow" him will..."

"etc!"

Halfway through the conversation, the young man suddenly frowned and interrupted, "What did you just say, which store?"

"Changhong Funeral."

"Is it the Changhong Funeral Home in Qingyang Street?"

"Yes, that's the family. There is not a single good person there. They are all rotten apples!" Taoist Priest Song affirmed.

"You are the one who is the rat shit! Idiot!"

As soon as these words came out, the young man stood up suddenly and said angrily:

"Get out! Get out of Zhaojia Village right now! You are not welcome here!"

"Master...Master?"

Taoist Priest Song was immediately confused and asked hesitantly, "Did I say something wrong?"

The boy was too lazy to explain and said with a look of disgust: "Don't call me Master, get out of here!"

"What's my name then?"

"Call me daddy."

"Dad? You can't chase me away. I will die if I go out..." Taoist Song said in panic.

"None of my business."

The young man glanced at him, then raised the peach wood sword Zhao Yong had given him and glared at him, “If you don’t get out of here, I’ll save you!”

That’s right, this handsome young man is Zhao Yong’s cousin, Zhao Feng.

Although he was stubborn with Zhao Yong, he knew better than anyone who was good to him and scolded his cousin in front of him.

If my cousin hadn't forbidden me to use violence, I would have slapped him!

Looking at the peach wood sword in Zhao Feng's hand, Master Song suddenly panicked.

"Master, I'm leaving now... No, get out of here right now..."

After saying this, Taoist Song walked towards the door reluctantly.

However, just as he was about to cross the threshold, Zhao Feng's voice sounded behind him:

"etc!"

"Master, I knew you..."

"Give my brother's things back!"

Zhao Feng didn't even look at him, dodged the Bagua blanket in Taoist Song's hand, and then pushed him out of the door.

He pushed him out of the door and Zhao Feng locked it.

Outside the gate, Taoist Song was in despair.

The only mentor who could save his life has now abandoned him.

Why... We were just having a normal chat, and just now he was saying that he wanted to ask his uncle for help.

Why did you suddenly turn against me?

At this time, a cold voice sounded from behind the door: "My brother never kills anyone, so you should take care of yourself in the future."

Your brother.

elder brother?

Hearing this, Taoist Song widened his eyes in shock.

Changhong Funeral...it seems there is an employee named Zhao...

This is actually my uncle!

A random blanket at the door... has such power? !

No wonder... No wonder I suffered a setback at Changhong Funeral Home. I’m lucky I’m not dead!

No wonder the master suddenly got angry...it turned out that I accidentally... scolded my uncle.

"He made trouble at the doorstep of his cousin and even came back to complain and ask for help... I really should go to the hospital to check my brain... Fortunately, I am still alive."

In fear, Taoist Song quickly took out his cell phone and left the Nancheng Funeral Rights Protection Group.

Changhong Funeral is not someone that ordinary people can mess with.

A small employee has this ability, let alone that evil store manager.

Heavenly Master-level employees work for him. Who would believe you if you said he is not the King of Hell?!