Qing Xixi's three-hundred-year curse has indeed been lifted, but the sequelae are still there. The village has been in poverty for hundreds of years. Without external support, how can it be said that development can be achieved?

The families behind these people are very powerful. As long as they really implement this matter, it will be a great thing for the village. I can't mess with this matter for personal reasons, right?

Even if I am extremely dissatisfied with their behavior.

"I hope you don't just talk."

I added one sentence.

"It's up to you, senior."

Jiang Miao smiled confidently, showing off her ladylike demeanor.

"Senior, you took more than nine million from me. Isn't that a big fortune? Don't you plan to treat me to dinner?"

Guangrong winked at me, his eyes as charming as silk.

My face couldn't help but blush. Is this girl too explicit? Doesn't she understand what reserve is?

Guang Pu coughed in embarrassment, Xu Chang looked like he was suppressing a smile, but Guang Rong's best friend Zhao Ting looked like she was watching a good show.

Jiang Miao's eyes were a little complicated and I couldn't understand them. As for Nangong Yi and Xiao Ge? They winked and smiled, which made me laugh so hard that I couldn't stand it.

"What do you mean I took nine million from you? That's the remuneration you should pay, okay?"

I pretended to be angry to dilute the weird atmosphere in the room.

“It’s really a piece of elm wood that doesn’t understand the charm.”

Guangrong gave me a big roll of his eyes and became more and more excited.

I smiled and suddenly said: "According to your wishes, if I, the elm bump, were considerate, the female zombie next to you wouldn't eat me, right?"

Pointing her finger at her best friend Zhao Ting.

As soon as these words were spoken, the room became so quiet that one could hear needles dropping.

Guangrong stared at me with his mouth wide open, with an expression on his face like "I saw a ghost in broad daylight".

"Senior Fang, why are you quarreling with Xiao Rong and trying to drag me down? I'm grateful for your rescue, but you can't curse me to be a zombie, right?"

The short-haired beauty Zhao Ting pursed her lips and was very dissatisfied.

I smiled at her and said softly: "Classmate Zhao Ting, do you feel that your condition is particularly good, you are as light as a swallow, and you are about to become an immortal?

After absorbing the fear energy of so many people, you have reached a new level, right? I don’t know what level of zombie you are? But it must be extremely powerful, otherwise why don’t you show any zombie energy?"

After saying this, Zhao Ting ignored Zhao Ting's frozen face and turned to look at Guang Pu, then at Guang Rong whose face turned gloomy, and said in a deep voice: "Two masters of corpse control, please forgive me for being a rookie mage. It would be disrespectful to recognize your identities earlier. It would be disrespectful."

"And you!"

I turned to look at Nangong Yi, who was full of anger: "He turned out to be a hidden master of formations? I admire him, I really admire him! What a psychedelic formation. If you hadn't intentionally killed people, we would have died in the formation. , Good means, really good means!"

After saying this, Xu Chang and Xiao Ge subconsciously hid far away, looking at the innocent Nangong Yi in disbelief.

Jiang Miao's eyes flashed, looking at the Guang Pu brothers and sisters, and then at Nangong Yi and Zhao Ting, who looked stunned, looking incomprehensible.

Xu Chang's body was shaking a little. He looked at Nangong Yi as if he were looking at a stranger, and asked with a trembling voice: "Nangong, is what Senior Fang said true? Did you really set up the psychedelic circle in Xingshen Village? Are you trying to kill me?"

Xu Chang's next words were louder, and his anger was hard to contain.

"No, no, Senior Fang, what are you talking about? It's true that I know how to practice kung fu, but how can I set up a formation? It's still this evil formation that can kill people! I, Nangong, am not that kind of person, you don't want it A red mouthed and white toothed person wrongfully accuses a good person."

Nangong Yi shook his two big cattail fan hands wildly, with an aggrieved look on his face as if he had been wronged.

"Senior Fang, here you accuse Brother Guangpu and sister Guangpu of being corpse masters, and classmate Zhao Ting turned into a zombie in your mouth, and you also said classmate Nangong Yi is a master of formations. This is not good. You have to tell me one, two, three. Come, otherwise, how can we trust you?"

Jiang Miao asked in a deep voice.

I sat there, pondered for a moment, and then said softly: "I knew someone would ask this, but I didn't expect you to ask. I thought Guang Pu would ask."

He looked at Jiang Miao with playful eyes.

Her face turned red, she avoided my eyes, and said in a solemn voice: "When you come up and talk about how your classmates are doing, everyone will have questions, right? This is a natural development process, so whoever asks questions will be the same. Is it like that?"

"Of course it's different. You asked me this, and I confirmed one thing."

My eyes narrowed.

"Oh, may I ask what you confirmed?"

Jiang Miao looked at me with interest.

"You know."

I opened my eyes and answered slowly with three words.

Jiang Miao's mouth twitched.

Then his eyes became serious and he said very displeasedly: "Senior Fang, talking nonsense is not the way to go. Can we stop joking?

According to you, we are not good people anymore, isn’t this an injustice?”

Jiang Miao has always maintained the demeanor of a young lady. She speaks calmly and calmly, and rarely loses her composure. It is rare for her to speak so sharply. She is obviously annoyed by me.

I ignored her, but turned to look at Nangong Yi, who looked innocent, and said in a deep voice: "Classmate Nangong, let's first talk about your identity as a formation master."

Nangong Yi crossed his arms and said angrily: "I'd like to hear what you have to say, Master of Formation? I think it's not that material."

I laughed and looked at his hand.

Everyone followed and looked over.

Nangong Yi's eyes changed slightly, and he put his palms to the inside of his arms.

"Don't move, just stay like this." When I said this, Nangong Yi could only stay the same with an ugly expression.

"Do you know why I doubt you? It's because I observed something abnormal when I was in close contact with you.

You said it yourself, what you practice at home is Iron Sand Palm.

As we all know, it is a very arduous practice for outsiders to practice Kung Fu. People who practice Iron Sand Palm have huge palms, and the skin on their hands is also extremely rough, and they even have thick calluses due to long-term wear and tear.

Looking at your big hands like this, it does meet this condition, but are people paying too much attention to the back of your hands? Who pays attention to the side of your palms? Very few, right?

Sorry, I noticed it more than once, now please show the palm side of both hands in front of everyone."

After saying this, I looked at Nangong Yi jokingly.

The rough and strong man's face became extremely unnatural, turning blue and white in turns. After a while, he couldn't withstand the cannibalistic looks of Xu Chang and others, so he turned his hands outwards and showed them.

Everyone looked over and all exclaimed in surprise.

There is a scab wound on the palm of Nangong Yi's left hand. This is not important. What is important is that although the skin on the palm and the fingers on this side are rough, it is within the normal range. No matter how you look at it, you can't tell that you have practiced Iron Sand Palm.
Chapter completed!