Lord of the Night

What Fang Che planned for himself was:

I respect those who are truly good people, and I don’t care which onions or cloves of garlic you have. I'll beat you to death!

Anyway, in the eyes of Chen Ruhai, Fan Tiantiao and others, he is a devil.

If you become a good baby again, that will be a real ruin of your character.

Then be a devil. Just keep walking like this.

I have a staff, who can fire me?

I also have a demonic sect background, who dares to fire me?

So confident.

Sooner or later, the actions here will be reported to the ears of the Yinshen Palace, and then the Yinshen Palace will feel more at ease...

Win-win!

This win-win means that you win here and you win there.

…

Fang Che walked away.

Entered the snowfield.

Tang Zheng covered his face and started working. He really didn't dare to disobey it, but in a little more than a day, he understood it.

I really can't afford to offend this Deacon Fang.

Even if the irritable Butler Fang buries himself one day... Tang Zheng feels that this is not unusual at all.

Under such a bad-tempered person, you can only work honestly.

If you continue to fish like before, it will be impossible no matter what.

Sigh and get to work.

command.

"This side of you...that side...hey, there's still you..."

…

Fang Che carried the black package and headed straight to Sunjiazhuang.

Inside the package were Sun Yuan's bones.

The bones are all intact and he needs to be laid to rest.

The sky and the earth were silvery white along the way, and the blizzard that fell in the days when Sun Yuan died is still there today, with the same coldness and desolation, the same vastness.

Fang Che used the phantom bone to change his shape and changed his appearance.

He didn't want to go as he was.

He buried the deacon's clothes somewhere under the tree and changed his clothes.

On the snowy ground just like that day, it disappeared like smoke.

…

Sun Chengcai, the head of the Sun family, was sitting on a chair warming himself by the fire.

It's too cold.

The three large stoves in the hall still feel chilly.

"How could it snow so much...hey."

It's even worse when I think that the ancestral graves haven't been repaired yet.

Last time, the ancestral grave suddenly exploded.

While it was being repaired, I encountered a strong man.

Dozens of the Sun family and their helpers were killed.

Then he said that this kind of violent death required a ritual, so he started to perform rituals again, playing and singing for many days.

So the repairs started from scratch, and when they were about to be completed, there was such a heavy snowfall. Stopped again!

And because of this heavy snowfall, some areas will need to be redone when work resumes.

It's really strange that so many things happened just when repairing ancestral graves.

Some people are talking about it now.

Even Sun Chengcai was murmuring in his heart.

"Did my ancestors of the Sun family really encounter divine punishment?"

Sighing, he put his fat hands on the stove to warm himself up. It was really painful. It hurt when he was close to the stove, and he felt cold when he was not close to the stove. He couldn't help but curse again: "What a damn weather!"

While he was scolding, suddenly his eyes flashed.

A man in black appeared in front of him.

"Are you the head of the Sun family?"

Sun Chengcai was frightened immediately and knelt down with a bang: "Uncle, uncle... have mercy on me, my family is rich..."

Fang Che's face suddenly darkened.

What kind of reaction is this?

But he also knows that this kind of reaction is normal. People who believe in Orthodoxy often do this kind of thing, breaking into houses and robbing money.

How could such an ordinary rich man from the countryside resist an advanced warrior?

Be obedient, beg for mercy when you come up, offer gold and silver, and still save your life if the other party has a long-term mentality.

If you don't obey, it's normal for you to lose your life, money, and money.

"Get up! I'm not here to steal money."

Fang Che asked: "Do you know Sun Yuanxiu?"

Upon hearing this name, Sun Chengcai suddenly became excited: "That's my great-grandfather, how did you know...My great-great-grandfather is a warrior. He has traveled abroad and is not at home...His affairs have nothing to do with us. .”

Fang Che's eyes were cold as he looked at the great-grandson of his master who started to shirk responsibility and distance himself from the relationship whenever he came up.

I sighed secretly in my heart.

You just entrusted me with such a big family?

"he died."

Fang Che said: "I am his disciple. I will send him back and let the fallen leaves return to their roots."

"Ah? My great-great-grandfather is dead? My great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather... oh oh oh oh..."

Sun Chengcai burst into tears immediately.

The look of extreme grief was so false that Fang Che had the urge to kick three hundred times on his fat body.

Immediately, the entire Sun family mobilized to welcome the return of the ancestor's bones.

Prepare to be buried on a different day.

Sun Yuan's knife proved Sun Yuan's identity.

Fang Che is the disciple of the patriarch of the family, and naturally becomes the grandson's elder.

Everyone pays homage.

Fang Che is not stingy either.

The price is five hundred thousand taels of silver.

"I will come here every once in a while. If you have anything, you can tell me."

"This money was also saved by Master during his lifetime. You are keeping it, and these piles of things are also Master's relics."

Fang Che said: "Besides, where is the master's study? I need to find something."

Under the respectful treatment of the Sun family to the God of Wealth, Fang Che jumped up to the roof and successfully obtained the knife manual of unknown material on the beam.

"Okay, I'm leaving. In a few days, when Master is buried, I will come back to pay homage to Master."

Fang Che glared: "Standard treatment, tombstones, etc... you know!"

"I understand, I understand, uncle, walk slowly."

Put down Sun Yuan's body and walk out of Sunjiazhuang.

When he looked back, he vaguely felt that Sun Yuan was smiling at him.

"No wonder you never mentioned it."

"You have finished this reincarnation. After you are buried in a few days, I will come to see you again."

"I'll take your baby."

"Don't worry, I will never forget your revenge. When that day comes, I will use your flying sword technique to kill them!"

Fang Che went all the way back to the mountain col and took out his clothes and put them on.

There was a sigh in my heart.

Sun Yuan's family is really...

After looking at all the children of direct and collateral bloodlines, it seems that none of them really have any martial arts skills.

This made Fang Che give up this idea.

It's hard to imagine.

…

When I returned to the city gate, I saw Tang Zheng working hard. The surroundings were indeed in good order.

"You bitch! You just deserve to be scolded! If you scold me, will you be able to do this job?"

Fang Che cursed.

Tang Zheng was confused.

Worri, is this also a scolding?

That afternoon, I went back to guard the main hall and deliver orders.

Then I felt that this was the job of guarding the main hall, which was really easy. Nothing happens day by day.

These guys are just freeloaders.

Just when I was about to leave my shift, suddenly there was a scolding in the deacon hall, bang bang bang bang...

A woman screamed and cursed, and a group of people nearby covered their mouths and laughed. The person involved was a fat man who was a bit obscene and was apologizing in a low voice.

Fang Che couldn't help but wonder, what's going on?

I went over to ask about it and immediately burst into laughter.

Then I felt that this matter... was so speechless.

Sure enough, boring people are everywhere.

This lady's name is Jing Xiuyun, she is a junior general in cultivation; and the wretched fat man is at the table next to her; wretched is like a born-born guy; Jing Xiuyun went out, and this fat man slipped onto Jing Xiuyun's table , picked up Jing Xiuyun’s brush and wrote a few words.

I feel like this pen is very useful.

So I found a piece of paper and wrote a sentence, 'Jing Xiuyun's pen is quite easy to use, the hair is smooth, there is a lot of water, and the best thing is that it is tight. ’

This sentence praises the writing brush, which makes sense, but the problem is...

Then this piece of paper was seen by others, and they burst into laughter.

Then Jing Xiuyun came back... How can a woman with a thin skin stand this? As soon as she stretched out her hand, her face was covered with flowers, and she started fucking.

The fat man knew he was wronged and begged for mercy again and again...

"What the hell is this?"

Fang Che didn't like this kind of vulgarity, and he didn't like this kind of noise. Whenever this happened, he always felt like he was outside the world.

But he also knows that no matter what the unit in the world, there are always too many disgusting people. Such people regard vulgarity as fun and think it is humorous.

He always likes to challenge others' bottom line when doing things and treats it as a joke; he relies on his seniority to take advantage and when scolded, he says that young people should be sensible...

Maybe evil people can be killed, but this kind of people...

Fang Che shook his head unaccustomedly, stood up and walked out. There was still fighting inside.

There are actually people who are worried about causing chaos in the world...

Ren Chang behind him also sighed and stood up, murmuring: "Another day has passed..."

Fang Che couldn't help but twitch his ears.

Ever since I started going up and down every day, I would always hear Ren Chang, who was usually taciturn, say these words. These six words were used every day.

Untouchable.

I don’t know what is hidden in the heart of this guy who is usually taciturn, doesn’t get involved in anything, doesn’t even watch the excitement, doesn’t listen to gossip, and is generally isolated from the world. Every day, these six words "the day has passed again" are so... It is full of desolation, relief and mixed feelings.

Fang Che couldn't help but feel curious.

Fan Tiantiao is at the door.

The face that had been wrinkled all year round looked a little funny at the moment.

Seeing Fang Che coming out, he came up to him and said with a smile, "How do you feel?"

Fang Che sighed: "I feel like I'm wasting my life. Doing nothing every day."

Fan Tiantiao laughed dumbly and said: "The world is like this. How can there be earth-shattering events every day? Things are all composed of such ordinary little things, which are piled up bit by bit to create all kinds of life."

Fang Che curled his lips and said, "Isn't it as boring as the one just now?"

"Don't you think this is also a kind of vitality?" Fan Tiantiao said.

Fang Che said expressionlessly: "I don't think so."

"What's the good of always fighting and killing?"

Fan Tiantiao said: "Who lives in mountains of corpses and seas of blood every day, living and dying in an instant? Why do we practice martial arts? Isn't it just to live a peaceful and happy life one day?"

Fang Che said calmly: "You are right. But what I want is that with the peace and happiness I have earned with my own strength, even if disaster strikes, I can still live a good life. Instead of living in peace and happiness, When waiting for disaster to strike, close your eyes and wait for death.”

"My way of saying it is to fight hard. But your way of saying it is to live on and wait to die."

Fang Che said coldly.

Fan Tiantiao was stunned.

I actually think what he said makes sense.

Hey, what's going on? I came here to do ideological work, but why did I end up here doing ideological work?

"Fang Che, may I know what your dream is?"

Fan Tiantiao caught up and asked with a smile.

"dream?"

Fang Che was stunned.

Why do these two words give me such a strange feeling?

Fan Tiantiao was still in a working state of 'I am doing ideological work to reverse the evil thoughts of bad people', and said: "Yes, people must have dreams when they are alive. Now that you have arrived at the guard hall, what about your dreams? What is it?"

Fang Che said coldly: "You won't believe my dream even if I tell you it. It's okay if you don't tell me."

Fan Tiantiao said: "How do you know I don't believe it if you don't tell me?"

"My dream is to kill all those who believe in me."

Fang Che looked at Fan Tiantiao's face mockingly: "Do you believe it?"