This Damned Thirst for Survival

Ke Wangwei wiped his sweat and said, "The person in the painting is my good brother Li Er, who grew up playing with me."

"When I was still in the fortune, I used to spend time with him," Ke Wangwei said, "He is like my brother, we don’t know who we are, we spend together when we have money, and carry it together when we have difficulties. We are seventeen or eighteen. At the time, we met a friend who fell in love by accident, and we started to do this business..."

Dig the graves of the dead and find valuable things before selling them.

"But once, when we went to the tomb and something happened, he couldn't come back," Ke Wangwei wiped away his tears. "I came back alone. After this incident, I will never go to the tomb again. I started with my previous savings. Business...in the blink of an eye, almost twenty years have passed since."

Even for too long, he has forgotten the past and the back figure in this painting.

Feng Li frowned and said, "Done?"

Ke Wangwei nodded.

Feng Li asked: "What have you done to sorry him?"

Ke Wangwei hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "I took all the things I brought out of the tomb back then and used all the money I sold, and didn't leave a cent for his family."

Ke Hetang dared not say anything: "Dad, how can you..."

"Shut up!" Ke Wangwei reprimanded, "Without that money, how can you live the way you are now!"

After speaking, his face changed, and he asked with a smile: "Mr. Feng, you said I will die in half a month, what's the matter?"

Feng Li said indifferently: "This human skin drawing paper has the breath of a ghost, and he has come to avenge you. The painting has affected you, making you inhuman and inhuman and inhuman, and in the end, how will he die, you How to die."

After Jiang Luo heard the words, Yu Guang glanced at the scratches on Ke Wangwei's arm.

According to his wife and son, Ke Wangwei scratched his skin very hard. Will he finally peel off his skin like a human skin drawing paper?

Ke Wangwei's words absolutely lie.

A little fear flashed across Ke Wangwei's face, "Mr. Feng, what can I do?"

"The wrongdoer, the debtor, he has become a ghost, the only way is to save him," Feng Li said, "but before getting over, you have to apologize to him and compensate him for what he deserves. Since you have used him If you made your current property with his money, then pay half of your fortune to his family, and then find a treasured geomantic place for his bones as a shady house."

half? !

Ke Wangwei showed a painful look on his face, "Mr. Feng, this..."

Feng Li: "Death or money?"

Ke Wangwei took a deep breath, "Okay, I will give him half of the family property."

When Ke Wangwei said it was done, he immediately called in his lawyers and assistants, for fear that Feng Li would not care about it after a while.

Soon, Ke Wangwei signed the contract, his face twitched uncomfortably, and he came to Feng Li and said, "Mr. Feng, the property affairs are done. Is this going down?"

Feng Li nodded lightly, "I will do it superbly. When I ask you to apologize, you have to kowtow three times and beg his forgiveness."

Ke Wangwei nodded quickly: "Well, thank you, Mr. Feng."

Feng Li asked the disciples to prepare what they were doing, but Jiang Luo, who had nothing with him, remained behind him alone.

Feng Li looked at the black-haired youth.

The black-haired youth should walk in a hurry when he comes out, and there are still traces in his hair from sleeping. He was thoughtful on his face, and the gorgeousness brought by his appearance was precipitated by thought, but he had a classical beauty that was as good as Feng Li's Tang suit.

Feng Li saw his thoughts, "What do you want to ask?"

Jiang Luo looked up at him, curiously said: "Mr. Feng, do you believe what he said?"

Feng Li relentlessly said: "You don't need to know whether he is telling the truth or the lie. If he is telling the lie, you must bear the consequences of the lie."

The original male main attacker was stronger and colder than Jiang Luo imagined. Jiang Luo realized: "I see."

After half an hour, the preparations were finished.

Ke Wangwei's nervousness is visible to the naked eye. He kept wiping his head with sweat, waiting for Feng Li's actions, "Mr. Feng, is it okay for me to just knock three heads?"

Feng Li said: "Yeah."

He erected three incense sticks and inserted them on the incense burner, and the smoke curled up. When the smoke reached a certain height, it sank down and piled up in a white porcelain bowl.

Feng Li used a chopstick to slowly roll the white mist in the bowl, the white mist gradually condensed into clear water, and the clear water turned red and blood again.

The blood was sticky, until the chopsticks could pull it out of the filaments, Feng Li put down the chopsticks and put a piece of talisman paper folded into a triangle into the bowl.

The talisman paper is burned when it is put into the bowl, burning all the red water.

Feng Li said, "Kow my head and sorry."

Ke Wangwei breathed a sigh of relief, and kowtow cleanly: "Li Er, brother, I'm sorry. Brother will give half of his money to your parents and take care of your parents as my parents. Brother will give it to you. You find a good yin house to bury, please forgive me."

When he kowtowed his head to speak, the three burning incense smashed from the middle abruptly. Jiang Luo subconsciously looked on the human skin drawing paper, only to see that the shadow under the man's feet in the picture was constantly twisting, and it was as big as a bulge. It seemed that something was about to be broken out of the painting.

Ke Wangwei found nothing, and continued: "I did something wrong back then. I really know it was wrong. For the sake of my growing up with you, let me make a living."

Before his words fell, three segments of black mist suddenly ran out of the shadows, which were tightly bound to Ke Wangwei's body.

But no one seems to have seen this scene, including Ke Wangwei himself. After he apologized and saw nothing happened, he was the first to breathe a sigh of relief. He was in good spirits, but his body was particularly exhausted and weak for some reason. Ke Wangwei looked at Feng Li cautiously, "Mr. Feng, this?"

Feng Li looked at the three grieving evil spirits lying on his stomach, and said coldly: "I can't save your life."

After speaking, Feng Li said to the disciples: "Go."

Although the disciples were puzzled, they still followed Feng Li neatly and prepared to leave. Huang Yulan's lips trembled, she didn't dare to stop Feng Li, her tears were rustling, and she cried miserably, "Mr. Feng, why can't it be saved?"

Ke Hetang's face was pale, and he shivered: "Mr. Feng..."

Feng Li paused, and turned his head to look at Ke Wangwei who didn't know what was happening behind him. "He is not telling the truth. Who else can he count on to save him?"

He didn't want to care about it anymore, and he left firmly. Ke Wangwei trembled all over, and suddenly said loudly: "Mr. Feng, your reputation will be ruined if I die! You all promised to save me, but in the end it still can't be saved. If I really die, don't you Feng family think about it. All right!"

After speaking, he suddenly pleaded, "Mr. Feng, I don't want to die, please save me. I am willing to leave half of my property to you, or donate it."

Feng Li's eyes were cold.

He suddenly sneered, then turned around and said: "Okay, I will save you. But you have to say what you have done in the end."

Ke Wangwei opened his lips for a moment and collapsed to the ground in a decadent manner.

When Ke Wangwei went to the tomb with his good brother Li Er, because of insufficient manpower, he returned to the village and abducted three peasant men who had never been to the tomb.

The three peasants thought that Ke Wangwei would take them to work in the city to earn a lot of money, and convinced him that they followed Ke Wangwei and left the village. Ke Wangwei deceived the people in the city to like things underground and deceived them into the tomb.

It was because they had the great fortune, that valuable things were actually dug up from the tomb of the robbers, which was more than what Ke Wangwei and Li Er had gained for several years. Ke Wangwei was moved with bad thoughts, and the last one was cruel, and threw the three peasants into the cemetery and blocked the tomb hole, saving them another share of money.

Li Er was upset because of this, and he kept talking about getting revenge by the ghost before he left the cemetery. Ke Wangwei was a little hairy when he read it, so he went to the Taoist priest specifically to know how to prevent the evil spirits from taking revenge.

It just so happened that he asked a somewhat wicked Taoist priest. The Taoist priest told him that the three peasants can live a few more days by eating cockroaches and insects in the cemetery, but the insects in the cemetery are evil, and the cemetery itself is extremely sullen. In the land, the three people will definitely become ghosts.

If you want to avoid being retaliated by them, you must seal the ghosts that the three peasants have turned into.

"I asked him how to seal it. He told me and told me," Ke Wangwei swallowed. "He said that the three evil spirits have two enemies. As long as one of the enemies' skin is used to seal the tomb, the few evil If ghosts want to take revenge, they will be sucked into human skin, and evil spirits sucked into human skin will be sealed and cannot come out again."

And the two enemies of the evil ghost, one is Ke Wangwei, the other is his good brother Li Er.

Now that Ke Wangwei is still alive, the one who was stripped of human skin and sealed the evil spirit is naturally another person.

Wang Santan couldn't help cursing in a low voice: "This is too vicious."

Another disciple frowned and said, "Are we really going to save him?"

Jiang Luo felt that Feng Li would not save Ke Wangwei.

Not because of good or evil, but because of the threat from Ke Wangwei just now.

After Feng Li listened to the story, his expression never changed. He said, "In this case, there is another way."

Ke Wangwei was overjoyed.

Feng Li said: "You put the human skin drawing paper on your body for seven to forty-nine days, the yin in the human skin drawing paper will be suppressed by the yang in your body, and the contents inside will naturally not come out."

Hearing this, Ke Wangwei immediately struggled to get up and dragged off the human skin drawing paper, and wrapped it around his body without hesitation. Sure enough, as Feng Li said, at the moment he wrapped the drawing paper around his body, his body suddenly became relaxed, as if he was relieved of the burden of dozens of kilograms.

Ke Wangwei was overjoyed, "Thank you Mr. Feng, thank you Mr. Feng, I don't have to die! I can't die!"

Feng Li glanced at him lightly, and left with his disciples. When he was about to leave the study, Jiang Luo glanced back. The black ghosts on the drawing paper were tangled around Ke Wangwei. Those ghosts laughed with teeth and claws, and looked at Ke Wangwei in a gloomy manner.

I don't know if it was Jiang Luo's illusion. He seemed to see the man with only the back on the drawing paper, turning his head slightly, revealing a grinning grin.

The facial features of the man gradually changed to the appearance of Ke Wangwei.

Feng Li whispered: "Don't look."

Jiang Luo retracted his eyes.

Feng Li glanced at him, "Good is rewarded, and evil is rewarded. Li ghost will not let him go, even if it is two brothers who are close to each other, after death, the evil spirit will not be softened at all."

Jiang Luo just remembered that the protagonist attacked only because he wanted him to know "the difference between humans and ghosts", so he took him to deal with this matter.

He wanted to agree with Feng Li's words, but on the surface he stubbornly said: "It's not the same."

Feng Li asked: "Where is it different?"

Jiang Luo said, "I am in love with Chi You, they are friendship. I didn't kill Chi You, he killed my brother."

He said this sentence with confidence and no guilty conscience.

Feng Li asked back: "What's the difference?"

"Evil ghosts are by no means kind," Feng Li got into the car. "Once they have obsessions, whether it is revenge or other, they must use whatever means to achieve their goals. Family affection is obsession, friendship is obsession, and love is obsession. Once they become the obsession of evil spirits, they will no longer have the original intention of being human."

"People and ghosts have different paths," Feng Li said at last, "you are a member of my tribe, and you must obey my words. If I see you entangled with that evil spirit again, I will let him go to death."

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The author has something to say:

Jiang Luo (surprise): Really? ! Then I'm going to bring Chi Yura out and turn around in front of you