Just pay more.
Few people can resist the temptation of wealth.
One thousand won't do, three thousand!
If three thousand isn't enough, then ten thousand will do!
Li Changfeng is not short of money.
He lacks everything, except money.
Finally, lured by eight thousand yuan, the boss revealed the truth and told everything in one go.
Li Changfeng learned about Qingyun Village and its exact location.
They immediately rushed there.
It was dark when a car sped along a rugged road.
According to the restaurant owner, the siblings' father was the chief of Qingyun Village and was very prestigious in the village.
It's equivalent to the role of a village chief.
It is well known that in relatively closed and underdeveloped areas, village chiefs wield considerable power, and it is not impossible for them to control life and death.
Li Changfeng parked the car five miles away and quietly sneaked into the village alone.
Not stopping won't work either, because Qingfeng Village is built halfway up a mountain, and cars can't drive up there.
Qingyun Village is not large, with about seventy or eighty households and a maximum of three or four hundred people.
Li Changfeng dared not alert the enemy, so he took advantage of the darkness to walk around the village and observe.
When someone passed by, Li Changfeng would hide in the Tianyuan Sword space and come out when no one was around.
Before long, they found the largest plot of land in the very center of the village and built the best house there.
Who else but the chieftain could live here?
"Kuan'er, who did this to you? This is outrageous!" A middle-aged man, after tying the bandages on his son's leg, angrily questioned him.
"Father, they are two young men." The young man's head was also bandaged, wrapped around his head and covered quite tightly.
"Where is the other person? Is he dead or not?" Judging from his words, he was a domineering and ruthless person who never suffered a loss.
"No."
"Useless." The middle-aged man stood up and slapped his son on the head.
Does this family allow anyone to hit him?
After my sister finished hitting me, my dad hit me.
They have no human rights whatsoever.
My suggestion is to sue them all.
"Father, your son is already like this, and you still resort to violence." The young man had a mournful face. Although his face was covered up so his true expression couldn't be seen, one could imagine it.
"I despise you cowards, you shameful bastards! Tell me your names, or I'll chop them up with a knife!" The middle-aged man was hot-tempered and shouted threats of violence.
Rough and ruthless.
"Father, don't be anxious. My sister has already put a curse on one of them. Those who don't want to die will come begging for mercy."
"It's not too late to deal with them then."
"Wanwan is indeed my daughter. She is confident and smart, much better than your stupid son."
"Look at you, you pathetic sight! How are you going to get Qingyun Village under your control in the future?"
“A bad soldier is a bad soldier, and a bad general makes a bad army. Without a good leader, how can Qingyun Village stand firm within a radius of a hundred miles?”
"Dad, I never thought about taking over your job. There are so many things to do every day, so many worries. You even meddle in family matters. I don't have the time for that," the young man complained.
"Slap!" Another slap.
Beating him up is like child's play.
"Nonsense! Wanwan will get married someday. Once a daughter is married, she's like water spilled from a bowl. How can she take over the family business?"
"How about we find a son-in-law who will live with us?"
"Hey, hey, hey! Dad, if you hit me again, I'll smash my head against the wall and die!" The young man stepped back a little when he saw his father was about to attack, threatening him verbally.
"Useless! If you take in a son-in-law, it's because you have no son. I gave birth to you, and if I take in another son-in-law, wouldn't I be laughed at?"
"Can't you be a little more assertive?"
"I've been protecting you and relying on you for years. In the future, use your brain more when you do things, and don't embarrass me by going around in circles." The middle-aged man was also angry, finding fault with everything his son did.
It's my own child, what can I do?
What else can you do but strangle them?
“Ah Xing.”
"Chieftain."
"Go and call Wanwan here. I demand that the poison be activated so that that person can experience a fate worse than death."
"yes!"
Zhu Wanwan was in her boudoir, her hair standing up, looking in the mirror, and beginning to remove her makeup.
That's just how women are.
I put on makeup during the day and remove it at night.
They never found it troublesome, day after day.
She is a human by day and a ghost by night, a stark contrast, almost like two different people. But Zhu Wanwan is different. Even without makeup, she is not ugly. She is decent-looking and even has some beauty.
Just then, a flash of cold light streaked towards them.
Zhu Wanwan sensed something was wrong, but it was too late.
The silver needles sealed her acupoints, rendering her unable to move.
Then the window was flung open, and Li Changfeng easily jumped in.
"You dare to come to my Qingyun Village to steal chickens and dogs? Aren't you afraid of dying without a burial place?" Zhu Wanwan couldn't see the person because she couldn't move.
It wasn't until Li Changfeng came up to him that he could see his face clearly.
"It's you?" Zhu Wanwan was slightly surprised.
"Yes, it's me."
"What are you doing here? Aren't you afraid of dying? If you know what's good for you, quickly release my pressure points, and I can let bygones be bygones and let you leave safely."
“Miss, we have no grudges against each other, just a minor disagreement, nothing serious, why resort to witchcraft?” Li Changfeng sat in front of the vanity mirror as if he were at home.
"You discovered it?"
"good."
"You arrived earlier than I expected; I haven't even activated the Gu worms yet."
"It seems you are quite knowledgeable and have some skill," Zhu Wanwan said with a stern face.
“Come with me and let’s get rid of the Gu worms,” Li Changfeng demanded.
"An explanation is also possible: visit them in person to apologize, and offer three kowtows and nine prostrations."
This requirement is undeniably high.
Using a person's face as a shoe insole is more painful than murder.
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