Six Ways of Fumo

Chapter 230
Li Weinian was stunned for a moment and then realized what he was doing. He stepped forward to block Pan Yifeng and shouted, "Are you crazy? Why are you beating one of your own people?"

Pan Yifeng also glared at Li Weinian with anger, and drew the ruler in his hand towards Li Weinian without hesitation.Li Weinian raised his arm to block it, and immediately screamed in pain.

Ding Ermiao was about to step forward, but suddenly remembered that Pan Yifeng was the Kuixing spirit at this time, and he was no match for him.So he immediately took a few steps back, made a seal with one hand, and pointed his sword at the sky: "The stars have reset, and the green flag has returned!"

There was a whooshing sound in the wind, and Ding Ermiao waved his hand, already holding the green flag in his hand.Immediately, the paper symbols in the sky slowly fell, and the nine points of starlight faded at the same time.

Pan Yifeng turned his head and looked around, suddenly staggered, spun and fell to the ground, his body motionless, and he seemed to be unconscious.

Looking at the inkstone broken into two parts on the ground, Ding Ermiao felt like crying but had no tears.No matter what comes, 40 yuan will be gone.

Li Weinian and Mao Wu stepped forward together. One tore off his clothes to bandage Wan Shugao's head, and the other pinched him in an attempt to revive Pan Yifeng.

The villagers in Ke Xiaoying still did not dare to come forward and only watched from a distance.

The old boy and his disheveled, freckled daughter leaned against the door and howled like they were mourning their heirs.

Ding Ermiao drew out his sword again, pointed in the direction of Wutong Temple, and said loudly to the villagers: "Fellow fellow villagers, the monster in that temple is a big frog that turned into a spirit, and I have killed it. I hope that in the future, you will not Be blindly superstitious, work hard with peace of mind, and everything will turn out as you please..."

Two days ago, Lin Xiruo led a team to Ke Xiaoying to demolish the Wutong Temple and threatened to arrest anyone who engaged in superstitious activities.The villagers have all seen the power, and now they don't dare to act rashly. They just listen to Ding Ermiao's words indifferently.

"Brother Ermiao, what should I do if Pan Yifeng can't be saved?" Wang Haolan interrupted Ding Ermiao's reasoning.

Ding Ermiao looked back and said, "It's okay. He was illuminated by starlight just now, and Kuixing appeared. His physical energy was too much. He will wake up after taking a rest."

"What should we do now?" Mao Wu asked.

"Drag him back, let's go back together." Ding Ermiao picked up the rice paper written by Pan Yifeng from the ground, folded it and stuffed it into his pocket, and waved his hand: "Wutong has been killed, what are you doing here?"

Mao Wu agreed and carried Pan Yifeng on his shoulders.Li Weinian also carried Wan Shugao on his back, and they walked away along the road into the village.

Ding Ermiao was afraid of a sneak attack by the villagers, so he walked at the end with his sword.

After leaving the village, Wan Shugao, who was on Li Weinian's back, suddenly woke up and asked weakly: "Brother Ermiao, have you... brought out the inkstone?"

"It's already broken, what else do you need it for?" Ding Ermiao said angrily.

"Alas..." Wan Shugao sighed and said, "It should be brought out. If it is broken, you can stick it up and leave it for yourself to play with later. It is also very good..."

On the roadside, Mao Wu also put down Pan Yifeng and drove over with Wang Haolan.

Ding Ermiao took a handful of water from the ditch on the side of the road and sprinkled it on Pan Yifeng's face.Pan Yifeng woke up with a start and asked confusedly: "What is this place?"

"This is the black brick kiln. I just rescued you." Ding Ermiao said.

"Black Brick Kiln..." Pan Yifeng rubbed his head and recalled, "Didn't you ask me to help you fight? What, the fight is over?"

"With your thin arms and legs, you still help others fight?" Ding Ermiao snorted.

Li Weinian squatted down, stared at Pan Yifeng and asked, "You don't even remember what happened just now?"

Pan Yifeng shook his head and said: "It seemed like I had a dream... Then I hit people with a ruler and wrote, yes... calligraphy with a brush!"

While talking, Wang Haolan and Mao Wu had already driven the car over, and everyone got in the car together.

Except for Wang Haolan and Mao Wu, almost everyone was injured.Everyone returned to Jixian Stadium for a brief rest.

In the stadium office, Ding Ermiao and Li Weinian each applied medicinal wine.

Wan Shugao's head was also bandaged again, and his forehead was wrapped with a circle of white gauze, with a patch of blood red in the middle, just like a used sanitary napkin.And because the inkstone broke, Wan Shugao kept grimacing and not smiling.

The stadium staff cooked the food overnight and brought it to Wang Haolan's office.

Wang Haolan opened three bottles of Guojiao to celebrate Ding Ermiao and congratulate himself for finally defeating Wutong and preserving his girlfriend's innocence.

After a few glasses of wine, Pan Yifeng looked at Wan Shugao's forehead and asked, "Who... broke your head?"

"He was bitten by a dog!" Wan Shugao said angrily.

Li Weinian also rolled up his sleeves, the place where Pan Yifeng's ruler had drawn just now was already raised to a height.Pointing to the scar, he said to Pan Yifeng, "I was bitten by a dog, too."

Pan Yifeng shook his head and chuckled: "I don't believe it. I remember I beat you, but I don't know why."

"Do you recognize this character?" Ding Ermiao took out the rice paper Pan Yifeng had just written on from his pocket, unfolded it, and placed it in front of Pan Yifeng.

This article, which denounced the Wutong Evil God, was hearty and full of literary talent. Ding Ermiao was worried that this article would be lost, so he kept it.

"Who wrote this? Let me go, such a good literary talent!" Pan Yifeng scratched his head again.

"You bastard knows how to write. You don't even know the words you write?"

Pan Yifeng stared attentively for a long time, then looked up at the ceiling: "It turns out that there really are monsters. Everything I dreamed about in my dream is all true..."

Ding Ermiao handed the rice paper to Wang Haolan and said: "Take a few dozen copies and have them posted at various crossings in Qinghe Township, so that the frog problem here can be eliminated."

In the Qinghe Township area, due to the Wutong God, there are a huge number of frogs, which has destroyed the local ecological balance.Every morning, the road is full of frogs, which scare even the drivers. There are also many car accidents caused by them.

As if he had found a treasure, Wang Haolan took the rice paper and said to Pan Yifeng: "Brother Pan Yifeng, can you give me this calligraphy treasure? I will definitely find someone to frame it and hang it in the main hall and pass it on from generation to generation."

The handwriting of Kuixing can protect your home from all evil spirits, which is hard to buy for a lot of money.This guy knows his stuff.

Pan Yifeng waved his hand proudly: "Take it, take it!"

Although he suffered a lot, he finally killed the frog god with his sword.Ding Ermiao was in a great mood, clinking glasses with Li Weinian and others, and got drunk that night.

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It was around eight o'clock the next day before Ding Ermiao got up and washed up.Wang Haolan drove the car himself and sent Ding Ermiao and the others back to the mountain city.

Pan Yifeng got off the bus from University Town.Ding Ermiao thought for a while and got out of the car in front of Ruping Restaurant. She had a meal with Ruping and others at noon.

The 50 yuan in the bank card, after deducting the compensation for the inkstone, left [-] yuan. Wan Shugao and Ruping each divided [-] yuan.Ruping was determined not to accept it at first, but Ding Ermiao repeatedly told the whole story, saying that he would leave it here and calculate the money for future meals, so Ruping accepted it.

After the meal, Ding Ermiao and Li Weinian took a taxi and returned to the Qishuijiayuan project site.Ji Xiaoxiao's sports car is still there, and his change of clothes is also there. He must go back.

When Wan Shu got 5 yuan, he was as happy as a nouveau riche and went to Xia Bing to report the good news.

Let’s not talk about what will happen to Wan Shugao after meeting Xia Bing, only Ding Ermiao.

When the taxi drove to the door of the Qishui Homestead construction site, Ding Ermiao's heart suddenly beat violently.He frowned and got out of the car, walking towards the depths of the construction site, turning his head to take a closer look.

There was nothing unusual at the construction site, only a group of migrant workers in shabby clothes working.

"Brother Ermiao, it seems you have something on your mind?" Li Weinian and Ding Ermiao walked side by side and turned to ask.

"I don't have anything to worry about, I just feel something is wrong..." Ding Ermiao slowed down and looked at a group of migrant workers working in front of him.

Coincidentally, when the group of migrant workers heard the voice, they also raised their heads to look at Ding Ermiao.

The moment the two sides' eyes met, Ding Ermiao's chest felt like a heavy blow, her heart was beating loudly, and her face turned pale!
Among those migrant workers, there was a face that looked exactly like Ding Ermiao!
The man was only 22 years old. When he saw Ding Ermiao, he was also shocked, and a red brick in his hand fell to the ground.

Li Weinian also noticed something was wrong. He looked at the migrant worker and said to Ding Ermiao: "Brother Ermiao, is it possible that the God of Five Powers is not dead and has changed into your appearance and came to the construction site to cause trouble?"

Ding Ermiao didn't answer, her face changed drastically, turning red and white for a while.

After a long time, he pulled Li Weinian towards the office and whispered: "Check whether that migrant worker is from Anhui Province..."

"Please wait!"

Before Ding Ermiao finished speaking, the migrant worker who looked the same as Ding Ermiao ran after him and asked cautiously: "Excuse me, boss, is your name...Ding Ermiao?"

Ding Ermiao's body shook again.After a long while, he slowly turned around, his eyes filled with coldness and anger, and said calmly: "Yes, I am Ding Ermiao, what do you want from me?"

"Are you really Ding Ermiao? I, I..." The young migrant worker became excited, stared at Ding Ermiao's face, and stammered: "I am from Lingshan County, Anhui Province. My name is Ding Jiajun, and my nickname is Ding Dabao. I...I have a younger brother, a biological younger brother, also named Ding Ermiao. Do you know?"

"Fart! The one with the same name and surname is your brother?!" Ding Ermiao suddenly became furious, pointed at the other person and cursed:

"Don't you know who you are? How dare you come here to recognize your relatives randomly? I think you are desperate and want to cheat money, right? Get out of here, get out of this construction site, get out of the mountain city, otherwise I will call you Broken Hands Broken Hands" Feet, crawl back to your hometown!”

"I...!" The migrant worker who called himself Ding Jiajun was stunned, his face turned red to his neck, and he stood there at a loss.

There was a sound of footsteps, and Ding Jiajun's co-workers ran over together.

Ding Ermiao was still angry and shouted towards Yang Debao's office: "Yang Debao, Yang Debao, get out of here!"

"Come on, come on, what's going on?"

Hearing the shout, Yang Debao got out of the office in a hurry and looked at Ding Ermiao in surprise.Because Ding Ermiao used to call him Manager Yang, and he has never been so rude as today, calling him by his first name and telling him to get out.

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