Many innocent souls have been lost.

The young man thought for a while, then walked back to the house, took out a pen and paper, and said in a gentle voice: "But if you have any unfulfilled wishes or messages that you want me to give to your family, please tell me...

I don't have that much magic power, but I can still do it by sending a message."

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

"Then please ask this young gentleman to tell my wife that I have accumulated money and put it under the masonry of the wall. I used to hide it because I was worried that the unscrupulous man would be too arrogant. I planned to have her and me after my son gets married.

It seems that the two of them can go back to their hometown in the countryside, buy a small yard with a vegetable garden, raise some chickens and ducks, and grow old together."

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 will enable you to 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 beside 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 Taoist, I'll accept it."
Chapter completed!