I don’t have that much magic power, but I can still deliver a message.”

The escort was silent for a moment, smiled freely, and clasped his fists like a charlatan:

"Then please ask this young gentleman to tell my wife that I have accumulated money and put it under the masonry of the wall. In the past, I was worried that the unscrupulous man would be too arrogant, so I hid it. I planned to marry her after my son got married.

The two of them went back to their hometown in the countryside, bought a small yard with a vegetable garden, raised some chickens and ducks, and grew old together. It seems that they can't do it."

The vendor pushing a cart selling some breakfast said with emotion:

"I have nothing more to say, I just want my son not to be greedy for petty gains."

"Fair trade, you can rely on this craft to support your family in the future."

Finally, the girl bowed a few more times and choked with sobs:

"If Mr. Xiao can go to Zhongzhou Fucheng in the future, please go to Shuili Township under the jurisdiction of Fucheng to see my mother..."

"Said my daughter is unfilial... I can't see her again."

The young man sat next to the stone table playing the piano and put down his pen.

These words fill a whole piece of paper.

It turns out that a person's life and death are just a line of text and a trace of ink.

Qi Wuhuo stood up, cupped his hands, and said softly:

"Your wishes, I..."

He seemed to feel that saying the word "I" was not solemn enough to gain enough trust from these people.

The old man seemed to cough.

The boy in blue shirt was silent for a moment, cupped his hands, and replied softly:

"Your wishes."

"I'm a poor man, so I'll do it."
Chapter completed!