Chapter 70 Chapter 70 Hidden Note (XVIII)…

Feng Zihe stood up angrily and said, “Who is it? Who has a deep hatred for my family? Want all the members of my Feng family to die one by one?”

Ning Guohua touched his chin and said, “This is indeed something that only someone who has a deep hatred for your family can do, and it seems that they have been planning it since ten years ago.”

“Damn it!” Feng Zihe, who has always been elegant, couldn’t help but swear, and looked very angry.

“Grandpa, I have seen the stars of Grandpa Feng’s family. His guardian star, the female star, is dim and dim. It seems that it has been like this for a long time.” Ning Helan said.

Ning Guohua nodded: "Yes, someone used a spell to block the light of the female star, so the guardian star could not shine on the Feng family, so this spell has been effective... It seems that the person who cast the spell is not an ordinary person..."

"Grandpa Ning, there is another ghost involved in this matter." Fang Hui said, "It is a ghost named Twenty-three. What is his real name... I can't remember it."

"Ghost?" Ning Guohua obviously did not expect that there was a ghost involved. Surprise was written on his face. "This ghost is... equivalent to the law enforcement officer of the underworld. How could he be involved in such a thing?"

"Twenty-three said that he was doing things for others. The souls of the old couple of the Feng family were taken away by him. Moreover, he falsified the records and files, saying that the two people had been reincarnated. Later, I went to find Meng Po, Meng Po said that the souls of the old couple of the Feng family have never been to the underworld."

Ning Guohua folded his hands: "So there is such a thing..."

After hearing this, Feng Zihe sat down quickly: "Old Ning, where are my parents' souls now?"

"Most likely bound in the coffin." Ning Guohua guessed.

Ning Helan said, "Grandpa, we went to see the coffin before, and it was empty. There was nothing inside. As for the souls..."

He glanced at Fang Hui, who shook his head quickly. Ning Helan continued, "Fang Hui didn't see any souls inside either. I think it might be that Ghost Messenger Twenty-Three who took them away."

Feng Zihe lowered his head in pain and pounded his head with his hands: "How could this happen..."

Ning Guohua patted his shoulder and comforted him: "Old Feng, Don't worry, I will definitely help you solve this problem and let your parents' souls rest in peace."

Ning Helan lowered his eyes, his beautiful and calm eyes looked at the tea in his hand, and after a little thought, he said: "Grandpa Feng, who was the one who quarreled with you that day?"

Feng Zihe was stunned, and soon remembered that he was talking about Zhao Jianshe whom he met in the restaurant at the entrance of the village: "You mean Zhao Jianshe? It shouldn't be... Although..."

He seemed to remember something, and then waved his hands as if he felt it was ridiculous: "Impossible, although we do have some conflicts with Zhao Jianshe's family, it's not to the extent of..."

"Can you tell me in detail?" Ning Helan looked at him.

Feng Zihe hesitated for a while: "Well, okay, then I will talk about my family and his family."

Many years ago, Zhao Jianshe's parents and Feng Zihe's parents were friends. Their fathers were sworn brothers and their mothers were cousins, so they had a good relationship like a family. They

would celebrate every festival together, not to mention eating together on weekdays. But the turning point came one year when the daughters-in-law of both families were pregnant at the same time.

It should be a great joy. Zhao Jianshe's father initially planned to marry the two children if they had the same surname, and to arrange marriage for the opposite sex.

Feng Zihe naturally agreed, and the two happily chatted about this all night.

But one day, the wives of the two went up the mountain to dig sweet potatoes.

Unexpectedly, the weather on the mountain suddenly changed, and it suddenly rained heavily. The paths in the fields were muddy and slippery, and it was very easy to slip.

The two of them held each other up, but despite being very careful, they still fell.

It was raining heavily in the fields, and the fields were full of water. They couldn't get up at all, and their cries for help were drowned out by the heavy rain. They

stayed in the mud for a long time until a family passing by rescued them.

When their husbands rushed to the hospital, one had a premature birth and the other had a miscarriage.

Feng Zihe's eldest sister survived, but Zhao's eldest son did not.

As the saying goes, things are unpredictable, and natural disasters cannot be blamed on others. It's really a matter of joy for some and sorrow for others.

But what a coincidence that the next year, the two sisters got pregnant at almost the same time.

This time, Feng Zihe's second sister was born, and Zhao's second son still did not survive.

Although Zhao Jianshe's parents didn't say anything,

they were still upset. There was a gap between the two families, and the relationship was not as good as before. When the third year came, Feng Zihe's third sister was born, but the Zhao family was pregnant and died again.

Feng Jianshe's mother cried every day at home, and Feng Jianshe's father was so worried that his hair turned white overnight. The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, so he went to find a fortune teller.

The fortune teller told Zhao Jianshe's father that it was the Feng family that killed the Zhao family's son.

Zhao Jianshe's father didn't believe such a ridiculous thing at first, so Mr. Yin Yang opened his little mouse eyes and said incomprehensibly: "Think about it for yourself, are there three sons in your family and three daughters in the other family?"

"His family originally had no son, so he only gave birth to three daughters. However, after using your original son's life in exchange, his family will have a son. Just wait and see, his family's next child will definitely be a son, and his family will have three sons!" After Mr. Yin Yang's shouts, Zhao Jianshe's father returned home with doubts.

But I don't know if it was a coincidence or if Mr. Yin and Yang was really right. In the fourth year, the Feng family's first son was born, Feng Si and Feng Zihe.

Although the Zhao family later gave birth to a daughter, Zhao Jianshe's father was really upset and angry when he saw the Feng family had both sons and daughters.

During Feng Zihe's full-month banquet, Zhao Jianshe's father took people to the Feng family to make a scene, and the two families broke up from then on.

Although the Zhao family later gave birth to two more sons, Zhao Jianshe's father was jealous when he saw the Feng family's happy family.

At this point, Feng Zihe said in a conversational tone: "From then on, our two families became enemies... Both parents asked us not to have any contact. Zhao Jianshe thought that we were the ones who killed his brother, and we definitely thought that his family was being unreasonable, so the conflict has never been resolved... You saw us arguing that day, and this is commonplace."

Fang Hui sneered when he heard it: "Tsk, you believe what those charlatans say, are you crazy?"

Ning Guohua could relate very well: "Fang Hui, you haven't experienced it, so you don't know that in our time, most of the people in the countryside were still very superstitious, and in the countryside, sons are very important. So, I can understand the feelings of Zhao Jianshe's father."

"Yeah..." Feng Zihe came back to his senses from his memories, "But, to say that they did this, I don't think it's to the point of..."

Ning Guohua stood up: "It's hard to say, the human heart is the hardest to guess."

"But, should we go to Zhao Jianshe to ask about this? I think he may not admit it. Besides, if we really ask, then our faces will be really torn." Feng Zihe still felt it was not appropriate.

"It won't save you any money to ask. Besides, haven't you already torn your face apart? If you hesitate any longer, I'm afraid something will happen again. You are so old, haven't you figured it out yet?" Fang Hui didn't understand why Feng Zihe was still hesitating at this time. Feng Zihe

was old, and it was the first time he was taught a lesson by a junior. He was a little uncomfortable for a while and stood there without reacting. Ning Guohua laughed loudly and patted Feng Zihe on the shoulder: "Fang Hui is right, let's go, let's go ask."

In the village teahouse, several people chose the innermost compartment on the second floor and waited while drinking tea. It was morning and there were not many people. At most, they came to eat breakfast and then hurried to work.

Soon, a well-mannered man wearing glasses appeared downstairs.

Ning Helan saw that this man was Zhao Jianshe's son, Zhao Shulin.

Zhao Shulin seemed to be in a hurry and was a little out of breath. After seeing Feng Zihe and others, he walked over quickly and smiled: "Uncle Feng."

"Shulin, sit down quickly." Feng Zihe invited Zhao Shulin to sit down.

After Zhao Shulin sat down, he glanced at the three people across the round table, an old man, a handsome young man with a pigtail, and a boy with very white skin.

He didn't know what was going on, and looked at Feng Zihe with some confusion: "Uncle Feng, what's the matter that you're looking for me so early in the morning?"

Feng Zihe smiled awkwardly, and he probably didn't know how to start the conversation. Ning Helan next to him spoke first: "Excuse me, do you know that Grandpa Feng had an accident last night?"

Zhao Shulin was startled: "What happened?"

"Something happened to the Feng family last night." Ning Helan said again.

"It was the day before yesterday." Fang Hui coughed to remind him.

"What happened?" Zhao Shulin looked like he really didn't know.

"Grandpa Feng's family members all fainted in the yard. Now, except for Grandpa Feng Zihe, everyone else is still in the hospital." Ning Helan said slowly, observing Zhao Shulin's expression calmly.

Zhao Shulin nodded: "Oh, it's this matter, I heard that Uncle Feng Wu and others fainted in the yard. Are they okay now?"

"Fortunately, they are all fine. Shulin, this is the case. Uncle Feng wants to ask if you have any clues or knowledge about this matter?" Feng Zihe tried to speak in a lighter tone.

Zhao Shulin understood what Feng Zihe was talking about. A flash of surprise crossed his face, but he quickly returned to normal. He adjusted his glasses with one hand and said, "Uncle Feng, I know you have conflicts with my father. Although my father is a bit irritable at times, he would not do such a thing."

Hearing the unexpected answer, Feng Zihe looked at Ning Guohua, who stood up happily and poured a glass of water for Zhao Shulin. "Mr. Zhao, don't be so defensive against us. We just want to get to the bottom of things and find a solution. The Feng family has suffered a series of disasters. It's really a sin, don't you think?"

He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and said, "Mr. Zhao, would you like one?"

Zhao Shulin waved his hand politely, "I don't smoke, thank you."

Then he looked at the kind-looking and cheerful old man in front of him and said, "May I ask who you are?"

"Oh, I'm a Yin-Yang man, and I'm an old acquaintance of Old Feng. Just now, I heard about what happened in his family and felt it was too terrible, so I came to see if I can help. If you know anything, can you tell us?" Ning Guohua said, "Of course we don't suspect your father, it's just that this matter is too bizarre, and we have no idea..."

Zhao Shulin was silent for a moment, and smiled embarrassedly: "I'm really sorry, everyone. This matter has nothing to do with my family, and my father would definitely not do such a thing. I don't think I can help you."

As he said that, he stood up: "I still have things to do at work, so I'll leave first. Uncle Feng, I'm really sorry that I can't help."

Several people on the second floor watched Zhao Shulin leave. This man came and left in a hurry, and the conversation didn't make any progress.

Fang Hui was bored and was piling up peanuts from a plate. When Zhao Shulin stood up, the table shook and the pile of peanuts collapsed.

"Old Ning, look at this..." Feng Zihe looked at Ning Guohua helplessly.

"Even if it wasn't made by his family, Zhao Shulin must know something, otherwise he wouldn't have this attitude." Ning Guohua's attitude was very calm.

"What's his attitude? I think his attitude is pretty good." Fang Hui continued to pile up his peanuts.

Ning Guohua turned to ask him: "Fang Hui, think about it, if a stranger suddenly finds you and says that your family did something bad to harm his family, what would your attitude be?"