"Stop talking, stop talking, stop talking!"

Li Puzhi suddenly roared, his eyes filled with resentment like a poisonous snake, and saliva flowed out of the corners of his mouth was like venom. His body was tied, but it was all tense because of the fierce trembling of anger.

The words outside the door stopped, but Mao Xiang's words began.

"Your descendants are very happy. They have land, houses and property. One of them is about to become a superior person. The bright future is waving to him. In another ten or twenty years, your family may turn from a landlord in the countryside to a scholarly family."

"At that time, your descendants will be elegant and dignified scholars, admired by thousands of people. They are envied, admired and longed for. Perhaps your wife will receive the imperial edicts and enfeoffments from the court because of your descendants. If there are people who have passed the Jinshi and become high-ranking officials, they will set up a archway in your hometown court to commend and reward your ancestors for three generations."

Mao Xiang's voice seemed to be telling a story, talking slowly.

Li Puzhi roared like a poisonous snake spitting out his letter, almost glaring out his eyes.

"But, everything will be ruined because of you!" Mao Xiang smiled faintly, "You are the demon bandit of the White Lotus Sect, and the White Lotus Sect will implicate the nine clans!"

"If you don't cooperate, I will arrest all your family. Then you say that your descendants know that there is a father, grandfather, like you. Knowing that it is you, it ruins their future and turns them from good people into prisoners, into prostitutes, beggars, and turtle men."

"It is you who made all their beauty disappear and everything turned into a nightmare. Do you say, will your descendants be grateful for giving them life and a good life, or will they hate you and want to eat your flesh and drink your blood?"

"Stop talking!" Li Puzhi shouted, "You evil ghosts!"

"We are not evil ghosts, we are Zhong Kui who catches ghosts!" As he said that, Mao Xiang stood up and walked to the window, and suddenly let the sunlight outside shine in.

The room suddenly became bright.

"You are the evil ghost." Mao Xiang turned around, "Outside, the family, country and the world we strive for, and the paradise we have built throughout our lives. And a ghost like you want to destroy everything we love, just for your personal ambition!"

"Then, I will not feel any guilt for a ghost like you, no matter what means I use. Moreover, only if I am more evil in a ghost like you can show the power of heaven and earth."

"I use the means of evil people to do bright things. Even if I am a ghost, I am a good ghost!"

~~~

The sunlight after the heavy rain is very strong, and people can't even open their eyes.

Li Puzhi's lips became shriveled and cracked due to the sudden sunlight or his anger.

He raised his head, like a dying poisonous snake, preparing for the final fatal blow.

People have weaknesses and concerns, especially those who are about to die.

Perhaps his family was nothing to Li Puzhi in the past, but at this point in time, his family's bloodline was all his hope.

He knew that his family was very happy, and he knew that some of his descendants had a great future. Even when it was late at night, he would be proud of his descendants' achievements.

That feeling is better than the next generation.

What Mao Xiang said is to tell him, to tell him with certainty. Everything you are proud of will be wiped out and gone. Your descendants will regret becoming human beings and living once in the world.

"How did you find it?" His voice was extremely hoarse.

"Your ancestor!" Mao Xiang said with a smile.

"Who?" Li Puzhi screamed.

Mao Xiang smiled again, with a gentle attitude, "Have you forgotten? You Bailian Sect has a ancestor! Back then, you were all his disciples. Some secrets are unknown to others, but he may know a little."

"That's all, for me, enough!"

Li Puzhi's eyes suddenly lowered and murmured, "Man's calculations are not as good as God's calculations!"

"This is not a problem of man's calculations. If you are a good person, God will help you. If you are a bad person, you will be accepted sooner or later." Mao Xiang sat down again and said gently, "Tell me, everything you know, all the details and all the tasks are explained clearly. I promise you can't live, but no one will disturb your family."

"They will never know what you did!"

"You swear?" Li Puzhi stared at him, "If you swear they are fine, I will say. Otherwise, I will die and I will not tell you some things!"

"I swear!" Mao Xiang raised his right hand slightly, "If I deceive you, I will not keep my promise and will be defeated!"

Li Puzhi stared at Mao Xiang for a moment, "Okay!" and licked his lower lip, "I have a request before I tell you all the secrets!"

"Tell me together!" Mao Xiang chuckled, "I can satisfy you if I can satisfy you. I am very tolerant and generous to the dead."

"I want to drink." Li Puzhi suddenly grinned, "I want women!"

"You have nothing left, what kind of girls do you want? Put your hands on!" Xiao Quan suddenly cursed angrily, "Damn we have been following the adults these days, but we haven't caught them. Are you fucking good things?"

"Give it to him!" Mao Xiang waved his hand lightly and said to Xiaoquan, "When you give it to him, you will watch the whole time!"

Xiaoquan, “………………”

Xiaowu covered his mouth and laughed, "Hehe, brother, learn it, it's all about your work!"

"You must be here too!" Mao Xiang glanced at him.

Suddenly, Xiao Wu couldn't laugh.

~~~

I don’t know how long it took, Mao Xiang slowly walked out of the room.

The old man squatting under the wall outside stood up quickly and slapped the saliva that had just been exposed to the sun on his sleeve.

"Tutang, the trial has been completed?" the old man asked.

Mao Xiang shook his head, "How can it be so fast! Come out and breathe!" As he said, sighing halfway, "Hey, I told others yesterday that I didn't know too much, today I'm a fucking fool!"

"This is not the first time you are like this..."

"What did you say?"

"Nothing!" The old man yelled, "That, the person over Zunhua is really not moving?"

"Can't I tell you?" Mao Xiang's lips raised, with a little ridicule, "Why should his descendants have a good future? If his plan is done, I don't know how many families are broken, dead, and divorced, and corpses are everywhere."

"Hmph, how can there be such a good thing in the world? He does all the bad things and his descendants will enjoy happiness. Then everyone in the world will become bad people, damn it!"

"Then..." The old man thought about it and made a slashing gesture, "Slaughter?"

Mao Xiang frowned slightly, "Forget it, I have my own arrangements!"

As he said that, he seemed to be talking to himself, "The court intends to immigrate to Luzon, let's transfer these people to them together."

After the words came to his mouth, he walked forward with his hands behind his back.

The old man hesitated behind him for a moment, and suddenly said, "Sir, the matter here is over. Are you going back?"

"Yes!" Mao Xiang stopped.

"us.........."

"Don't worry, I've made an arrangement." Mao Xiang turned his head and turned around, "Remember, don't be as big as before."

"But we all want to follow you!" The old man was moved.

Mao Xiang said with a little sourness, "I know, but I can't help myself in many things!"

As he said, he said gently, "They two will change their faces and eat imperial grain. You are old, do a business! The two of them will take care of each other, it's not bad!" Then, he smiled again, "What kind of business do you want to do?"

"Me?" the old man thought, looked up and blinked, "You can open a brothel for me?"

"Get out!" Mao Xiang was furious.

"I have been with you for so many years, but I haven't even had a wife!" The old man chased after him, spitting everywhere, "You can't use it and I'll throw it aside!"

~~~

There is a writer I like very much, called Still Life jw.

He is a hemophilia and chondropathy patient, and his life is extremely difficult. Even ordinary people can run and jump, which is out of reach for him. Therefore, the competitive novels he describes are particularly exciting.

Unfortunately, he was still struggling to survive, but his mother, who had been taking care of him, suddenly suffered from cervical cancer.

The great mother, even if she... doesn't use her son's medicine money...

Alas, things are impermanent, and many people in the online literature circle are about to fall down recently.
Chapter completed!