She made fire by setting up a stall

Chapter 668 Father and Son
"Fall down."

"Girl, don't be impulsive."

Ming Xun spoke at the same time as the old man and Hua Tianshi.

"Luoluo, don't try it on yourself first." Mingxun clasped Shi Luo's wrist, and there was a branch in his other hand. He handed the branch to Shi Luo, "You can use spiritual power to attach it to the branch, try it. try."

Shi Luo refused. She attached her spiritual power to the branch and tentatively moved the branch forward.

The next moment, Shi Luo suddenly let go of his hand.

The branches turned to ashes.

Ming Xun grabbed Shi Luo's hand and looked at her palm. Although it was not damaged, it was red and swollen.

Ming Xun touched it distressedly, and Shi Luo's palms felt slightly hot.

"It's okay." Shi Luo grabbed Ming Xun with her backhand. She took a step back with the others, frowning and looking ahead, "This is much more powerful than the Thunder Talisman."

Gu Tianshi had some experience and described it, "This formation is like thousands of thunder talismans being activated at once."

"Such a powerful and insidious formation requires a lot of spiritual power to support. Where do they get the spiritual power?" Hua Tianshi asked unclearly.

Master Hua has been traveling for so many years and knows most of the Celestial Masters. As far as he knows, no Celestial Master can support such a large formation.

Even if there are many heavenly masters together, they can't support it.

Unless there is truly inexhaustible spiritual veins.

Hua Tianshi had a bad feeling in his heart and looked at the old man.

"Even if they have spiritual veins, they can't bring them here. With their talents, their bodies can't hold too much spiritual power. I guess there must be a flaw in this formation." The old man and Hua Tianshi knew each other so well After many years, I naturally understood what he meant, "If the person with the strange eyes can get in, he must have found a flaw."

Since the formation still exists, the people with different eyes did not break the formation, but found flaws to get in.

Gu Tianshi blamed himself, "I can't break the formation yet, and I can't find a way to get in."

After listening to the words of a few people, the villagers in the formation became even more desperate. They ran here with a sense of survival. Now there is an invisible barrier that can kill them at any time. They dare not run back and can only be careful. Move back a few steps.

The middle-aged man who spoke just now grabbed his hair hard. He didn't want to die. "Can you help call the police?"

"Don't our country have those very powerful weapons? Can those weapons destroy this formation?"

"You are too close. If you forcefully break the formation, you will also die." Mingxun told him.

Not only them, but also nearby buildings will be damaged.

It will also cause panic and allow some hyena-like countries to sniff for trouble.

The man wanted to cry again.

Some people say that death is terrible, but waiting for death is even more unbearable.

Rather than die without a body intact, he would rather take his own life.

When he was about to get into the corner, an older man behind the middle-aged man patted him on the shoulder, "Dongliang, it's not time to give up yet, you still have to live if you can."

He is the oldest among these people. His son works out of town and can only come back two or three times a year. Her husband died of illness a few years ago, and he is the only one at home with a dog.

When bad guys came to the village, his dog went up to them and tried to bite them, but was killed before he could reach them.

If anyone is not afraid of death, it is him.

And then—

The old man smiled bitterly, "I am seriously ill. The doctor said that I can only live for a few months at most. I have never dared to tell my son."

He had been poor all his life and didn't have much money for medical treatment, and he didn't want to burden his son.

My son just bought a house in the city where he works. He has to pay thousands of mortgage payments every month and raise children.

Sometimes when the mortgage cannot be paid, he will give his son some money.

He lived to be over 70, which was almost enough.When he dies, he can sell the foundation and help his son reduce some of his burden.

Besides, he was willing to save the villagers before dying.

The middle-aged man wiped his face and laughed at himself, "Uncle Chen, it doesn't matter if I die, Xiaoxiang can do whatever he wants."

He had to keep silent just now because he was afraid that he would not survive. The middle-aged man knew in his heart that if he lived, he would not be able to help but take care of his children.

The old man said with a sullen face, "What are you talking about? No matter how much you quarrel, they are still father and son. Xiaoxiang definitely wants you to be well."

"Uncle Chen, Xiaoxiang came back for more than half a month during the Chinese New Year, and he quarreled with me for more than half a month. Then just after the Chinese New Year, he packed up and left. He said he would not come back." What my son said that time was true. Hurt him.

It's just that a parent can't always be angry with his child, but he is not angry in his heart, but he can't bear to surrender to his child. The father and son are in a stalemate like this.

"He rarely even made a phone call."

The middle-aged man wondered if his death would make his children happier.

The man still wanted to speak, but the sound of a car horn suddenly came from not far from the village.

Tang Qiang and Hammer stopped the taxi that wanted to enter the village.

Tang Qiang said a few words to the people in the car, and soon, a young man carrying a bag got out of the back seat.

After the taxi left, the young man wanted to come this way, but was stopped by Tang Qiang again.

The distance was a bit far, and the villagers within the formation could not hear their voices.

"Xiao Xiang?" But the man couldn't help his son. He stood up, forgot about the formation, and wanted to walk towards his son.

The old man grabbed him and said, "You don't want your life!"

The middle-aged man stopped, his eyes turned redder, and he spoke incoherently, "Why is Xiaoxiang back at this time? It's not summer vacation yet?"

During the summer vacation in previous years, Xiaoxiang stayed near the school to work part-time, and a month back during the summer vacation was considered too much.

On the other side, Xiaoxiang didn't accept Tang Qiang's explanation. He wanted to force his way here.

The middle-aged man suddenly became anxious and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Xiaoxiang, don't come over here, go back to school quickly!"

When his son comes back, he doesn't want to die.

"Dad!" Xiaoxiang wanted to run this way, but Tang Qiang easily stopped him. Xiaoxiang pushed Tang Qiang hard and shouted, "Let me go. What did you do to my dad?"

Tang Qiang didn't tell him the truth, and he didn't want to make excuses. He just stopped the person in silence.

"If you do this again, I'll call the police."

Hammer picked up Xiaoxiang's collar and dragged him back, "If you don't want your dad to die, be honest."

Hammer looked fierce with a cold face. Xiaoxiang was afraid, but seeing that his father did not dare to take a step in his direction, he still took a breath and said, "You even wanted to rob, but you robbed the wrong person. We all in the village If you are poor, the rich will have moved away long ago.”

"Who told you we were robbing money?" Hammer simply followed his words and asked.

Xiaoxiang looked at the hammer and suddenly asked, "Are you in the same group as those two old men?"

"What old man?"

Hammer originally thought Xiaoxiang was talking about Hua Tianshi and the others, but he heard him continue: "They are the two old men who came to the village on May Day."

He had an argument with his dad during the Chinese New Year and left in a rage. He didn't call his dad for more than two months after that. Both father and son had bad tempers, and his dad didn't take the initiative to call him. It seemed that whoever called first got the best of him. It's like admitting defeat.

It wasn't until Father's Day that he called his dad, but there was a estrangement between father and son. They couldn't speak more than a few words on the phone before getting into an argument. After that, he had less contact with his dad.

A week ago, he had a nightmare at night, dreaming that his father was covered in blood. After he woke up with a fright, he called his father the next day, but he couldn't get through.

When I contacted relatives and friends, I couldn't get through his father's phone number.

This week he had final exams one after another, and he couldn't just ask for leave, so he waited until he came back today.

(End of this chapter)