MTL - Lord Wei’s Fiancee is a Mystic Arts Expert-Chapter 41 big badass
"If you can, save Wei Cong. As for me, let it be." Wei Zhen slowed down and said his wish. Now the grandpa, he and Wei Cong are left in the direct branch of the Wei family.
Back then, Feng Nian's grandfather saved his grandfather, but he failed to save his elder brother, Wei Cong's father Wei Ji. The sudden loss of his father made the young Wei Cong seriously ill. After he was rescued and came back, Wei Guichang loved Wei Cong a lot, but it also made Wei Cong develop a somewhat domineering personality. The eldest brother is like a father. Over the years, the elder brother has treated him very well, so he hopes that Wei Cong can spend his life in peace, so he can give his elder brother an explanation.
"Don't worry, I won't let your uncle and nephew have trouble; besides, Wei Cong's debt to me hasn't been paid yet." After Feng Nian finished speaking, he turned to look at Wei Zhen, "Master Wei, Why don't you pay off the debt for Young Master Wei first."
"Whoever owes it will pay it back." The corner of his mouth curled into an arc. This was the first time someone asked him to pay Wei Cong's debt in front of him. It was interesting.
After arriving at Feng Nian's rented house, Wei Zhen remembered why this place was called a haunted house.
Many years ago, a supernatural event happened here. Later, people who lived here often saw ghosts, and heard continuous cries and footsteps in the middle of the night. Now almost no one dares to live here. The surrounding vines have not been built for many years, and they have been climbing and growing along the outer wall of the building. The street lights were dim, with a white feeling.
"Why don't you live in the school?" He remembered that Feng Nian was still in college, so logically, he lived in the school's dormitory. How did you move here.
"Because ghosts are prohibited from doing housekeeping in school, I still need to listen to ghosts telling stories every night in order to fall asleep." Feng Nian smiled mischievously, thanked Wei Zhen, and walked towards the haunted house alone.
Looking at Feng Nian's receding figure, he felt that the girl seemed a bit lonely, and when he looked up, a white figure flashed by a polished window. It turned out that ghosts also provide housekeeping services.
After eating a bowl of hot instant noodles, Feng Nian sat down and began to look through the notebook Wei Zhen gave her about the various methods of death of the Wei family. From a heart attack to death in a car accident, from being hit by a falling object to drowning, and even choking to death while eating, the Wei family man died in a variety of strange ways, which are really unpredictable. The only thing in common is, That is, they all died on the day they were twenty-eight years old.
"With so many ways to die, it's no wonder that the Wei family took precautions, and some people still died, but what kind of curse was placed on the Wei family?" She closed the book, knowing that to completely unravel the curse of the Wei family, she must start with the source. , but even Wei Zhen, who is the head of the Wei family, didn't know the reason, so how would she know.
After thinking for a while, she sent a message to Wei Zhen, "Looking for the big evil thing."
The big fierce yin thing is an object that is more difficult to control than the yin thing, and is more attached to a strong resentment. Although the seal she held in her hand was also a femininity, it was far from the standard of a vicious femininity. Back then, her grandfather, Feng Zixin, had found a very vicious object, which saved Wei Guichang from danger and successfully survived the catastrophe at the age of twenty-eight. It's just that Wei Guichang was seriously ill for more than half a year because of this.
Using the big vicious yin thing is a way to treat the symptoms but not the root cause, but she has to prepare both ways. If Wei Zhen still fails to find the source of the Wei family's curse before she turns 28, she can only use the big vicious yin thing to smooth things over for him. It's been a disaster.
"Okay." The short word on the phone explained Wei Zhen's attitude. His actions are also consistent with his attitude, he has immediately sent people to find the big murderous thing that Feng Nian needs.
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In the early morning of the next day, Feng Nian arrived at the flower art shop early in the morning, but did not find Chen Yihuan's figure. It wasn't until after ten o'clock in the morning that Chen Yihuan arrived late.
"Feng Nian, I'm sorry, I just went to buy a mobile phone, so I'm late; oh yes, I also changed a new mobile phone number, if you want to find me in the future, just call the new number."
Today's Chen Yihuan still wore a light makeup on her face, but it still couldn't hide the deep tiredness on her face, and her eyes were slightly red, because she cried not long ago last night.
"Okay." Feng Nian nodded.
It's time for Chen Yihuan to change to a new mobile phone. Her original mobile phone fails from time to time, and the receiver is also broken. It's just a bit strange that she even changed the number. Chen Yihuan's original mobile phone number has many customers calling every day , Does this mean that she doesn't want to be contacted by people she doesn't want to see?
In order to save money, the florist only hired part-timers, and Chen Yihuan took care of the rest. But today Chen Yihuan raised Feng Nian's salary and ordered a sumptuous takeaway meal. What happened last night, Chen Yihuan changed a bit early in the morning.
There was no time to think about Chen Yihuan, because there was class in the afternoon, and she hurried back to school after leaving the flower shop.
On the way to class, she received a message from Wei Zhen, "The clue of the big evil ghost." What follows is a report.
She clicked on the report and saw the relevant content. The cover of the report is Chen Yihuan, who is smiling and as elegant as a chrysanthemum. This is a previous report. At that time, the flower shapes of Chen Yihuan's flower art shop were very unique, which attracted a lot of media coverage~www.novelbuddy.com~ At that time, she proposed the idea of cultivating black manjusawa.
Black manjusawa and black Bianhua, are these two the same species?
The black Bana flower is rumored to be owned by Huayue, the wife of Sima Sheng, the ever-victorious general of the Outer Qi State. In order for Sima Sheng to be able to win the war, she used the black Bana flower to retain the souls of the soldiers who were about to die, turning them into puppets who only obeyed her orders and could fight tirelessly, which made Sima Sheng win . After Hua Yue's death, no one has ever heard of someone owning the black Bana flower.
Since the black Bianhua can retain a person's soul, it shows that there is a lot of resentment, and it can definitely be called a great evil.
Feng Nian recalled her work in the flower shop during this period, she had never seen Chen Yihuan cultivating black manjusawa, let alone black manjusawa, there were very few black flowers in the shop, unless there were customers Customized.
With the excuse of earning more tuition fees, after class, she rushed to the flower shop again. Just happened to meet Chen Yihuan's friend Xu Jia who came to the flower shop, and the conversation she had with Chen Yihuan fell into Feng Nian's ears verbatim.
Chen Yihuan told Xu Jia that she had changed her contact information, but she never told her friends that she had made up her mind since the day she broke the phone with her own hands, that she would never talk to her family again, and that she wanted to start a new life of her own.
For several days in a row, Feng Nian didn't notice anything unusual about Chen Yihuan, or in other words, except that Chen Yihuan became more and more willing to spend to buy clothes for himself, everything else was normal.
And when Xu Jia saw that the smile on Chen Yihuan's face increased, she offered to match Chen Yihuan again, because the boy who had a blind date last time actually had a good impression of Chen Yihuan, but it was only because of Chen Yihuan's family. deterred.
