Chapter 95 Boss Shi

Chapter 95 Boss Shi

Chapter 95 Boss Shi
When he said this, Song Feng smiled lightly and stopped discussing this topic. Instead, he looked at the people in the courtyard:

"After fighting with the young people tonight, I don't have much energy left, so I won't continue chatting with you young people."

"It's getting late, I'm going to rest first. You guys should also go to bed early after you finish your work..."

After he finished speaking, he gently turned his wheelchair and walked towards his resting room in the charity cemetery.

Watching the figure of the departing Seventh Uncle, the Ninth Uncle glanced at the corpses scattered on the ground, and then nodded as well:
"I'm afraid that Uncle Seventh paid a lot to keep this Nanyang Master and so many mummies in the charity cemetery."

There is no need to say anything about this Nanyang wizard. Since he was able to leave so many backup plans, he must be very capable.

And there are so many mummies nowadays. These things are specially processed zombies and are extremely powerful.

Judging from the current situation, these things don't seem to have hurt Seventh Uncle, but some things cannot be said like this.

After all, considering Seventh Uncle’s age, it must have cost him a lot to keep a middle-aged wizard in the charity cemetery.

After all, the young are better at fighting, and young people have plenty of energy and blood, so they naturally don't care when casting spells.

But then Uncle Nine turned his head with some doubt, looked at Uncle Seven who had disappeared into the room, and whispered softly:
"Even if Seventh Uncle is a senior from that era, he shouldn't have seen that person's Yaksha Soul-Catching Banner."

"...Could it be that Seventh Uncle was one of the leaders of those things back then?"

According to legend, most of the practitioners, both good and evil, who had seen the Yaksha Soul-Catching Banner have died.

As for the other things, there is no rumor in the world about who has actually seen the Yaksha Soul-Catching Banner.

Could it be that Seventh Uncle is one of them?

Thinking of this, Uncle Jiu picked up the piece of monkey skin, as if he was going to study it slowly:
"Although the monkey skin still has runes drawn on it, the spirituality in it has long been squeezed out."

"If we only rely on these abandoned spells, I'm afraid it can only be regarded as a broadening of our horizons."

Looking at the many talismans on the monkey skin, Uncle Jiu shook his head helplessly, and then placed the monkey skin heavily on his chest.

Just as he put the monkey skin on his chest, Qiu Sheng took the wooden strip from the table next to him:

"...Master, is this thing still useful?"

"If it's useless, I'll throw it into the fire and burn it with him..."

Looking at the huge pile of lychee wood next to him, Uncle Jiu knocked Qiu Sheng hard on the head:
"You're such a spendthrift, why don't you keep such good wood? If a stool leg is missing in the future, can't you just fix it?"

"You're planning to burn such a good piece of wood. I think you've gotten used to the good life!"

Seeing that Uncle Jiu was about to punish him, Qiu Sheng quickly hid to the side, then took the wooden stick with the nails removed and hid away:
"Master, master, I understand. This is a good piece of wood. Don't worry, I will keep it safe and I will never waste it..."

At the end of his speech, Qiu Sheng walked towards the side room, muttering softly:

"I thought the master would be more generous since he has made a lot of money recently, but I didn't expect him to be so stingy..."

Seeing Qiu Sheng mumbling there, Uncle Jiu picked up a piece of used wax and threw it over:
"...How dare you say bad things about me!"

Qiu Sheng chuckled at the flying piece of wax, and then his whole body became unreal for a moment.

Then, he saw the burned and discarded wax block quickly penetrate his body and fall to the ground:
"Master, don't waste it. This is such a good candle. If you add some straw rope, it can still be used..."

As he said this, Qiu Sheng picked up the wax block and ran to the side, running faster than a rabbit.

Seeing Qiu Sheng running away, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but snort, then laughed and scolded:
"You little bastard, you're using my words to stop me!"

And I didn't expect that after the fight just now, this brat has become more proficient in controlling his own human body and ghost body.

If he were to be caught off guard when fighting with someone, even he would probably suffer a loss.

This brat has really become something big!

After preparing the lychee wood, Po came over with a torch and asked Uncle Jiu:
"Master, do you want to burn them?"

Looking at the layers of mummies and the Nanyang wizard stacked here, Uncle Jiu nodded seriously:

"When lighting a fire, stand upwind and don't get hurt by the smoke. These things are slightly toxic. Don't let yourself get hurt when you're dealing with the aftermath instead of getting hurt during the fight."

If you really talk about these mummies, they can actually be considered as fighting objects of another level.

If an evil wizard came across so many fresh mummies, he would definitely be overjoyed.

After all, judging from the looks of it, these things are probably the accumulation of most of the life's work of the Nanyang wizard.

Being able to directly receive all the assets of an evil wizard is a temptation for any practitioner.

But unfortunately, they could not seduce Uncle Jiu. After all, Uncle Jiu was a true and righteous man and would not follow the same path as these evil monsters.

"burn!"

After the words fell, only Abao and Ahai were seen standing at the upwind side, and then they threw the bonfire in their hands onto the litchi wood:
"boom!"

"boom!"

The dry lychee wood caught fire immediately when it came into contact with fire, and it burned rapidly in an instant, and then ignited the cloth strips on the mummy.

For a moment, the flames were blazing and shining brightly.

The space in front of the charity cemetery was illuminated so brightly that it seemed like broad daylight.

Seeing that the bonfire had been lit, several people, including Uncle Jiu, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"It's finally over..."

From the moment this fire was lit, it meant that the last trace of the Nanyang monk left in the world was also erased.

This matter is finally resolved!
Watching the raging flames devouring the bodies, Ah Hai seemed to remember something and ran towards the house:

"...I'll go inside to see Xiaohong!"

Seeing Ah Hai running into the charity cemetery in a flash, seemingly to look for Xiao Hong who was chatting with his old mother, Uncle Jiu called out from afar:
"Don't have any crooked ideas, kid..."

After hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Ah Hai spoke from a distance:
"I know..." Seeing this brat like this, Uncle Jiu sighed helplessly, as if he was thinking about something:
"Without a great opportunity and blessing, it is impossible for a true bond to form between a human and a ghost."

"But if both parties really have feelings for each other, it is not impossible to continue the relationship in the next life..."

If Ah Hai is really determined in this life, then it is not impossible for him to give them a chance in the next life.

However, based on his understanding of this brat, he probably wouldn't be so determined.

Thinking of this, Uncle Jiu stopped thinking about this question and just smiled helplessly and shook his head:

"Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. Let them slowly choose and experience it by themselves..."

The next morning.

After breakfast and morning exercises, the few people waited in the charity cemetery for Mr. Shi, who was going to Southeast Asia to do business.

Looking at the well-dressed and tough Boss Shi in front of him, Uncle Jiu clasped his fists:

"Boss Shi, how are you?"

Uncle Jiu had also met Boss Shi before. After all, Zhuliu Town was one of the dojo under his command. How could he not have seen those people who were truly influential?
When he saw Uncle Jiu in front of him, Boss Shi, who had a clear scar on his face and looked very strong, smiled bitterly:
"Thank you, Uncle Jiu, for showing mercy and saving my child regardless of past grudges. Otherwise, our family's incense would have been cut off..."

When he said this, Boss Shi felt a surge of anger:

"Originally, I saw that the mage had some abilities, so I wanted him to help look after Mr. Shi's hometown to prevent outsiders from plotting against him."

"In the end, I didn't expect that outsiders didn't plot against Mr. Shi's hometown, but he, one of his own people, took advantage of it."

“…I am so ashamed!”

At the end of the speech, the fierce-looking Boss Shi had a guilty look on his face.

People like those who did business in Southeast Asia in this era basically had to be brave enough and ruthless enough.

But no matter how cruel he is, even a tiger will not eat its own cubs, and the one in front of him is his only child.

If he had known earlier that this Nanyang monk was so unreliable, he would not have invited him in to serve as a priest. Now he has lost both the wife and the army.

If it weren't for Uncle Jiu who came forward to save that stupid son without holding a grudge, the Shi family would have been extinct!
Seeing Boss Shi and Master Shi coming over in person, Uncle Jiu did not put on airs:
"Boss Shi is not at home all year round, so it's normal that some things haven't been noticed. Let's not stand here, come in and have some tea."

When he said this, Uncle Jiu said to the disciple next to him:
"Qiu Sheng A Bao, prepare the tea!"

Following Uncle Jiu's instructions, Qiu Sheng brought over the freshly boiled hot water.

A Bao glanced at Mr. Shi who was following Boss Shi, but didn't say anything.

"Crash..."

The running water brewed in the tea bowl, and soon the fragrance of tea filled the air, adding a bit of leisure atmosphere.

As soon as he sat down, Boss Shi saw Song Feng sitting in a wheelchair. He then took a few steps, clasped his fists and said:
"Seventh Uncle, I didn't expect to see you again in my lifetime. Do you still remember me? I am the Iron Bull of the town!"

At the end, Boss Shi still seemed a little excited, as if he was afraid that his seventh uncle in front of him had suffered from Alzheimer's and had forgotten who he was.

Seeing the sturdy man in front of him talking and gesturing, Song Feng seemed to remember something:
"Oh... I remember now, you are the Shi Tieniu who used to run around naked..."

After hearing his seventh uncle talking about his childhood, Boss Shi, a grown man, couldn't help but blush.

After all, for a successful big boss like him, this incident can really be regarded as a complete black history.

Watching Uncle Seven and Boss Shi chatting, Uncle Nine asked with some confusion:
"Seventh Uncle, do you two know each other?"

Hearing Uncle Jiu's question, Song Feng smiled slightly, then looked at Shi Tieniu in front of him and said:
"When I was still doing Feng Shui in Renjia Town, I also saw quite a few of the younger generations in the nearby towns."

"Tie Niu was an orphan in his early years. I saw that he was quite courageous, so I gave him some pointers."

When he said this, Song Feng couldn't help but show a hint of admiration on his face:
"Not bad. It seems that you have really made money in recent years. I was wondering why I hadn't heard of a wealthy Shi family in Zhuliu Town many years ago..."

After hearing what Seventh Uncle said, Boss Shi chuckled and didn't look like the big boss with such a strong aura just now.

Instead, he seemed like a young man trying to make fun of his uncle:
"If it weren't for your guidance, I wouldn't have been able to make such a big fortune. You have given me a second life!"

When he said this, Boss Shi grabbed Master Shi next to him and forced him to lie down on the ground:

"Quick, kowtow to the old man, Seventh Uncle!"

Looking at the somewhat excited Boss Shi in front of him, Song Feng shook his head and stopped his actions:

"Alright, alright, it's just a few words of advice from me back then. You're brave enough to make it this far."

"After all, there were quite a few little guys who were with you back then, but now they haven't become as successful as you, have they?"

Having someone to guide you is called guidance from a noble person, but if you don’t have the ability to work hard, then it is of no use.

Boss Shi has been able to achieve success and make a lot of money in Nanyang, which shows that he is quite courageous, and he doesn't care about these false reputations.

Seeing Uncle Seven here, Boss Shi no longer had the slightly commercial atmosphere, and he seemed to be much closer to Uncle Nine:
"Uncle Jiu, my silly son has caused you a lot of trouble. After I came back, I also knew what happened."

"Well, since your disciple has a sweetheart, I will help pay the betrothal gift and give him a house."

"This can be regarded as our Shi family's apology to little brother Abao. I hope you, Uncle Jiu, don't despise it..."

When he said this, Boss Shi took out a list of betrothal gifts and a house deed from his pocket.

It looks like it was prepared long ago!
Looking at the things that Boss Shi brought out, Uncle Jiu first glanced at Abao and Azhu next to him, and then smiled:
"Originally I shouldn't have accepted these things, but Abao was also a victim and was a little frightened, so I shamelessly accepted them for him."

"I didn't expect that Boss Shi and Uncle Seven had this kind of relationship. This means that our temple has been washed away by a flood."

"From now on we have to move around more..."

Seeing Uncle Jiu accept his two gifts, Boss Shi laughed and then said seriously:
"As it should be, this is all as it should be. We should really move around more often in the future..."

(End of this chapter)