Just when Jiang Feng wanted to find out about the truth, Song Zhiyuan suddenly pulled him.

"Hmm?" Jiang Feng turned around and looked.

"Brother-in-law, I'm afraid..." Song Zhiyuan looked at Jiang Feng pitifully.

He also saw these weirdness.

Jiang Feng smiled, a sensible little guy.

Jiang Feng squatted down and looked at him and said, "Be good, don't speak out, just think that what you see now is fake, do you know?"

"It's very sleepy now. I have to sleep. Just lie down and get up." Jiang Feng touched his little head.

"But I, I'm still afraid." Song Zhiyuan pulled Jiang Feng's clothes and refused to let go.

He was just a seven-year-old child. He had never seen such a situation, and adults were afraid of him.

He didn't cry immediately and was already considered to have a strong psychological quality.

"Then are you afraid of death?" Jiang Feng wiped the snot on his nose and tears on the corners of his eyes with his clothes.

"Fear." Song Zhiyuan nodded.

"Sleep when you are afraid of death, otherwise you will die." Jiang Feng said with a smile, then pulled him away and stood up.

If you are afraid of death, you will sleep and pretend that nothing has happened. If you see something waiting, you may be even more afraid.

When Song Zhiyuan heard Jiang Feng say this, he could only squat beside his sister and bury his head and dare not look at it, pretending to go to bed.

After solving the problem of brother-in-law, Jiang Feng then sorted out his appearance and walked over politely like a ghost messenger.

The ghosts around him saw him coming over and were still moving forward without even looking at him.

The ghost crew also saw Jiang Feng at this time, but they did not drive him away at the first time. They just stared at Jiang Feng and wanted to see what he was going to do.

They were also a little curious about Jiang Feng's identity. Jiang Feng was not afraid when he saw them, but walked towards them.

"Sir, the young master is polite. How can I get to Gaoyuan Village?" Jiang Feng walked to a ghost messenger and asked respectfully.

"Young master, please be polite. You will turn left and walk for two hours before you can arrive." The ghost officer also replied very politely and pointed out the way to Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng looked in the direction he pointed, and it was indeed the way to Gaoyuan Village.

He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart. This ghost messenger was quite easy to talk to, which gave him some confidence.

Jiang Feng looked at the way he pointed, "Sir, can you take Xiaosheng for a long time? You can't tell the direction or the way when you can't tell the direction."

The ghost messenger did not answer immediately, but thought about it for a while before saying, "Please wait, I'll ask my colleagues for their opinions."

"Sir, please give me." Jiang Feng bowed politely.

The ghost almost nodded, then turned around and walked over to ask his colleagues for their opinions.

After the ghost messenger left, Jiang Feng looked at the ghosts around him with curiosity.

These ghosts were expressionless and pale all over. Some were wearing gorgeous and beautiful clothes, while others only had a piece of ragged cloth.

Some people wear pairs of luxurious shoes, while others can only walk barefoot.

It turns out that ghosts also have a gap between the rich and the poor.

If your relatives burn them, they will have money. If they don’t burn them, they will have nothing.

Those who are poor should be lonely ghosts or those who are unwilling to worship later generations.

Jiang Feng couldn't help but shake his head. What did they do actually make their descendants unwilling to worship them.

These are all the troubles they caused during their lifetime, or the unfilial future generations and are unwilling to worship.

The most miserable thing is that the future generations are dead, and they are really no one worship them.

Jiang Feng was thinking about trying when suddenly a middle-aged male ghost in white touched him.

Jiang Feng looked at him in confusion.

"Brother, help me untie the soul chain and let me out. I'll give you a thousand taels of gold." The middle-aged male ghost in white looked around and said to Jiang Feng quietly.

"Oh?" Jiang Feng became interested.

"But if I let you go, what will they do if they pursue it?"

"Brother, you are a living person. They dare not make things difficult for you. They will only come to catch me."

"You're afraid you're still not finished speaking. It will damage your merits, right?" Jiang Feng sneered.

Although I don’t know, it’s said so in mythological novels, so it should be almost the same.

He didn't believe that he could let a ghost go casually without anything. How could such a good thing be in the world?

Seeing that Jiang Feng was still unwilling to help him, he gritted his teeth and said, "Brother, I can give you another thousand gold as compensation, right?"

"Okay, take it out now!" Jiang Feng smiled.

If you dare to give it to me, then you dare to accept it yourself. If I accept it, I will not do anything for you.

If others say nonsense, they can’t believe them, so they have to teach him a lesson, not only nonsense, but also people’s words.

The middle-aged male ghost in white first looked around, then took out two large ingots of gold from his sleeve and said, "Brother, I will give you 100 taels of gold left first, I will give you the rest of it."

Is a middle-aged male ghost in white a fool? Of course not!

"I really give it?" Jiang Feng reached out to take it.

He didn't plan to give it to him, but he didn't expect to give it to him.

Not to mention, it's quite substantial.

"Master, you are holding shit in your hand." The scarecrow suddenly sent a message.

Damn! Jiang Feng's eyes widened.

"You eat shit!" Jiang Feng directly took the shit and slammed his face.

He is a saint, and he dares to give me a handsome scholar with shit.

I thought it was two pieces of gold, but I had an extra income today, but I didn’t expect it was two pieces of shit.

If he doesn't teach him how to be a human being today, Jiang Feng will be a scholar in vain.

Jiang Feng pressed the other party to the ground and beat him up.

"Brother, why are you doing? Don't beat me!" The middle-aged male ghost in white hugged his head and kept begging for mercy.

He was brought with a soul-locking chain, which was weaker than an ordinary person. How could he resist?

"What are you doing? You give me shit, what are you doing?" Jiang Feng picked up the two shits and stuffed them into his mouth.

"Eat! Finish it for me, or I'll tell the ghost crew a while!" Jiang Feng threatened while stuffing it into his mouth.

In Jiang Feng's threatening gaze, he could only finish drying the two shits with tears in his eyes.

Seeing that he finished eating, Jiang Feng let go of his hand and let him go.

"Get out!" Jiang Feng kicked him hard in the butt, kicking him back into the ghost group.

What a thing, if you have money, you have money. If you don’t have money, you can pretend to be a rich man. Use two pieces of shit to charge your uncle.

You really can't tell if you are an old man?

"Bah!" Jiang Feng spat at him.

Even if he gave him two stones, he wouldn't be so angry. He took two pieces of shit to fool him, but the problem was that he took it over.

When he thought of taking two shits, he felt disgusted.

Don't let me see you again next time, otherwise you will definitely beat you up so much that you won't even recognize your son.

As soon as Jiang Feng finished cursing, the ghost messenger left and he had already discussed with his colleagues.

"If the young master doesn't dislike it, you can go with us, and we will pass by the Gaoyuan Village." The ghost messenger said to Jiang Feng.

"Thank you, sir." Jiang Feng pretended to be overjoyed and hurriedly thanked him.

"You're welcome." The ghost messenger replied politely.

"By the way, someone wanted to escape just now."
Chapter completed!