Yellow Springs Inn (Bai Fan) Chapter 50: The case of jumping from a building in Liwan Plaza

"What's more, it is a relic left by your husband. If you burn it like this, you will be too sorry for your husband!"

"Qinghong, are you confused by the cold?"

The old man looked at him with innocent eyes, and patiently explained: "Now that you can't even take care of the living, do you still care about the feelings of a dead person who has been dead for more than ten years?"

"I'm sorry, or I'm sorry, it's not just a sentence or two."

"When a person speaks and does things, he listens to his words and observes his actions."

"As long as you have a clear conscience, then there is nothing to be sorry for."

"What's more, if you can't survive tonight, then this batch of classical mahogany furniture will also fall on Yaohua's unfilial son."

"Instead of being taken away by him, I might as well burn these mahogany furniture to save your life!"

"By the way, I still need something to light the fire!"

After saying that, the old lady didn't care whether Qinghong was willing or not, she just went straight to the second floor of the villa, and came down from the second floor with a small chair made of mahogany on her back without saying a word.

This chair looks like it has been around for some years. The carved workmanship looks like the handicraft of the ancients, and the texture is very meticulous.

Although hundreds of years have passed, these chairs have been preserved very well, as you can tell from the smooth surface of the chairs.

Although Qinghong doesn't understand the current market of mahogany furniture, he also knows that the prices of these things are definitely not ordinary.

Now that I want to burn such a good antique, I really feel a little bit reluctant.

When Qinghong's heart was overwhelmed, the old man had already picked up the kitchen knife and chopped the chair into pieces.

I have to say that this old lady Li is indeed a strange person.

Not only can he go down to the kitchen, but he can also go up to the hall, he can pretend to be crazy, he can be cute, and when it comes to fighting wits, Qinghong admires him even more.

Now at the age of more than seventy years old, she will reluctantly burn the precious items left by her wife to save the life of Qinghong, a foreigner, all of which are impossible for an ordinary old lady to do. of.

At this moment, Qinghong's admiration for Mrs. Li has invisibly increased a bit.

At the same time, he secretly made up his mind to help the old man deal with that unfilial son Li Yaohua no matter what.

After dismantling the chair, the old man took out several sets of ancient books from the bookshelf, cracked them all into pieces, put them in a basin made of brass, and ignited them all.

When the old man was tearing up the book, Qinghong vaguely saw a few big yellow characters written on the book: "Heavenly Creation."

Qinghong is no stranger to this book. When he was studying history at school, he had heard his history teacher mention this book more than once, and praised it as an encyclopedia of social sciences .

Although it is said that this book is only a bound book edited by later generations, judging from the quaint appearance and blue cover, it is obviously an ancient book of some age.

It's a pity that the old lady had already given up on saving Qinghong, so she tore the whole book into pieces in two or three strokes, and then set them all on fire.

As the flames rose slowly, the temperature in the room became higher and higher, and finally Qinghong no longer felt shivering.

"Thank you, Auntie."

Qinghong slowly lifted the quilt, squatted beside the brass basin and said with emotion.

"What are you being polite about?"

The old man smiled slightly, and was about to reach out to pat Qinghong on the shoulder.

Seeing this, Qinghong quickly forcibly moved away, and reminded worriedly: "Auntie, please don't touch my body. Now my body has been attacked by the spirit of a ghost. You are old now. If you touch me If it's my body, it will be attacked by ghost energy like me."

"Is it so serious?"

The old man said with a confused face: "Could it be possible that this thing is still contagious?"

"Yeah."

Qinghong grinned reluctantly, but did not explain much.

"Qinghong, how could you be hurt by the ghost's ghost?"

"Didn't you tell me to help the girl who was killed a few nights ago?"

"She won't repay her kindness, will she?"

"Not her."

Qinghong smiled wryly and shook his head, "It was a ghost named Yan Feng who injured me, and he was also responsible for the few murders that happened nearby!"

"Yan Feng!"

When the old man heard this name, his body trembled, and then he stared at Qinghong in amazement, and asked, "Are you sure that the ghost who injured you is called Yan Feng?"

"Yes..."

Qinghong looked at the old man suspiciously, rather curious about her exaggerated behavior.

Judging from her performance, it is obvious that this male ghost named Yan Feng is no stranger.

For this reason, Qinghong asked again: "Auntie, do you know him?"

"I don't know."

The old man shook his head immediately and said: "I only know that there was a man named Yan Feng in the Wuyi area, but many years ago, he jumped off the building and died tragically!"

"For a while ~IndoMTL.com~ some strange things happened in the Wuyi area."

"At that time, I thought it was just some folklore, but today you actually met Yan Feng!"

"So, this Yan Feng is very famous?"

"Yes."

The old man nodded slightly, and said slowly: "Many years ago, the Wuyi area was still very backward, and the industrial system had not yet emerged."

"You may not know that Wuyi area is a famous hometown of overseas Chinese. At that time, there was a foreign overseas Chinese who came back to China with a lot of money and threatened to develop Wuyi urban area."

"At that time, he planned a piece of land in the old city and planned to build a square."

"From the present point of view, this is indeed a good opportunity for the development of Wuyi City."

"But the aborigines at that time were very disgusted with this plan. They thought that the construction of the square would occupy their living space and destroy their ancestral houses, which would make everyone homeless."

"So the neighbors united to resist the demolition team sent by the developer."

"The manager of the demolition team at that time, his name was Yan Feng."

"It is rumored that he is very ruthless, and has many tricks, and is very lustful and greedy. People in the demolition team secretly call him perverted Feng."

"Later, under his iron fist, those aborigines who resisted were beaten to death and injured. Just when people were desperate, a ruthless fire suddenly ignited in the village in the city. Those who stubbornly resisted Many of the citizens were buried in the flames.”

"In the end, there were only a few people who escaped from the sea of ​​fire by chance. They couldn't resist the violence of the demolition team, so they had to move out of that piece of land one by one."