Based on the characteristics of the grimace, Jiang Xun almost automatically generated a very coherent and aggressive speech without thinking.

There is no doubt that at this moment, Jiang Xun is synonymous with all low-quality and low-morality in the world.

As a middle-class elite, Su Feng had never heard such well-founded words, which simply refreshed his outlook.

Why must the two-dimensional person be killed by a car? Why are the disabled the ones who bully the weak and fear the strong? Why are the relatives of the djinn god the criticizing god?

Wait, this doesn't seem to be important, who the hell is he talking to?

Looking at Su Feng's confused eyes, Jiang Xun had no time to explain. He stared at the grimace, waiting for the right time to come.

Whether it was the verbal aggression or the injection of malice, he was already full of it. He did not want to make this grimace fall down as easily as the stabbed Fang Yihang, but only hoped that it would be frightened by him.

As long as the ghost face showed a moment of hesitation, he would have time to bypass the ghost face and snatch the bronze statue.

Although I don’t know if this bronze statue is Ghost Face’s Achilles’ heel, but as the artifact that Ghost Face resides in, I know there must be some connection between them without even thinking about it. Jiang Xun has a feeling that as long as he gets the bronze statue, he might be able to find a way to deal with it.

How to make faces.

Jiang Xun's attack was colorless and invisible. Even he himself could only judge whether it was effective based on the reaction of the person being attacked, so he always remained vigilant and started in a half-crouch position.

Instead, he screamed and then shrank back into the bronze statue as if he had seen a ghost.

I don't know if Su Dayong heard Jiang Xun's words, but some golden light spots escaped from the urn and floated towards Jiang Xun.

It felt like high school students who were in chaos in their self-study class saw their class teacher from a distance and then rushed back to the classroom in groups to pretend to be kids.

Su Feng held the boy in his arms, but he was still worried about what might happen if he came back later.

But as he said, nine out of ten things in life are unsatisfactory. Jiang Xun watched helplessly as his merits cleverly avoided him and were scattered on the ground beneath his feet.

Before he could react, the bronze statue in his hand suddenly glowed with black light, and it forcefully sucked out the merits that should have fallen into the ground and absorbed them all.

Thinking of the monk saying that becoming a charlatan will help you resolve disasters and gain merit, Jiang Xun opened his arms and said excitedly: "Come on! Merit! Feel free to post with me!"

At this time, Su Feng had completely believed in Jiang Xi, and he patted his chest and said, "Brother Jiang Xi, you can give me whatever orders you want in the future, and you don't have to refuse. My son's life can't be exchanged for anything."

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He symbolically raised the bronze statue in his hand towards Su Dayong's grave from a distance:

Jiang Xian narrowed his eyes: "This is merit."

Jiang Xian rubbed the boy's head. The boy did not dodge, but smiled at him affectionately.

If you don't succeed, you will become a timid lizard!

"Old man, you didn't cause any trouble for me. I also abide by the agreement and solve this problem. You can die a good death. You must not be caught by me and run out of the grave to give yourself a holiday."

Jiang Yan glanced at Su Feng meaningfully and smiled without saying a word.

In other words, not only was he not hurt, he seemed to have become stronger?

Can't absorb merit, but can absorb evil thoughts?

"Uncle, how do you know?" The boy raised his red face and asked curiously.

Jiang Xian was amused by the boy's description and couldn't help but said: "It's just teasing you, no, it's a rule of the world that you don't drive a baby carriage."

"Hey, you're welcome. We are destined. We don't need to talk about thank you. Just talk about Yuan."

Compared with the pure and shy merits of the girl next door, these light spots were more like a bunch of crazy idiots who shot straight into Jiang Xun's body without the speed to dodge.

In Luocheng Cemetery, Jiang Xian leaned under a tree and watched Su Dayong's ashes being buried from a distance. Su Feng's family hugged each other and burst into tears, laughing at himself:

"It's better for me to be like this. No one cares about me when I'm alive, no one cares about me when I die, and I don't have to cry so ugly at anyone's funeral."

The grimace didn't freeze in place, but it didn't strike Jiang as if it had no effect at all.

"Brother Jiang Xian, I. I really don't know how to thank you."

Not only the grimace itself, but also the black air that filled the entire villa was absorbed into the bronze statue along with the grimace.

He slowly straightened up and frowned: "Or do you think this grimace belongs to the coward clan?"

"It's not that exaggerated. It's just a little effort. My high quality doesn't allow me to see people in need and not lend a helping hand. This is what I should do."

"Let's go, take the child to see his grandfather on his last journey."

"It shouldn't be. Am I so awesome?"

Moreover, it was very strange that his son was not woken up by the noise just now.

Here Jiang Xian was thinking, but over there Su Feng had a face full of horror: "What was that just now? I seemed to hear something screaming next to my ears, it was heartbreaking, so scary!"

This made Jiang Xun quite embarrassed as he faced a formidable enemy.

"Damn it, you're so plotting. Huh?" Jiang Xun subconsciously thought that the bronze statue was attacking him, but he realized something was wrong.

Jiang Xian comforted him without caring about the feelings of others.

Su Feng understood that his son could not be a trap, which meant that there was indeed a ghost in the family, and he had just saved his son's life by turning the tide.

As soon as he woke up, his little mouth suddenly became deflated, and tears flowed down uncontrollably.

However, nine out of ten things in life are unsatisfactory, and things often do not go in the direction planned by people.

"Ah, it's nothing. It's just an ordinary ghost that killed your father that you can't see."

"I will take this away. After I take it away, there should be no more problems. If it still doesn't work, just contact me again."

"Dad! There is a ghost in the house! Just now, a very big ghost came out of Grandpa's bronze statue and sucked things from my body. I can feel it, but I can't move at all! Grandpa must have been affected by it too,

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have died suddenly! Dad, will I die too? I don’t want to die!”

"Oh, yes, my son." Su Feng ran towards the boy. He was not stupid. After Su Dayong died, he placed the bronze statue high on the study cabinet with his own hands. His son had no reason and no way to put the bronze statue.

Putting it on your own pillow, and there is no one else in the room, this is enough to explain a lot of problems.

Either run to the bronze statue quickly, or leave Su Feng and his son and run away!

"I drove him back to the bronze statue. It should be fine. Don't look at me like that. Your dad told me that this bronze statue ghost is relatively shy and it can't stand it if others scold it."

Su Feng was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes turned red, but soon reason prevailed over anger, and he asked with fear and anger: "Ghost? Did you just say, the ghost who killed my father? Where is it?"

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Jiang Xian looked at the boy and then at Su Feng: "Kid, what did you see just now? Is it a grimace that looks like a skull, is as big as a wall, and has green light in its eye sockets?"

Strangely enough, after Jiang Xun said it was okay, the boy woke up on his own as soon as he arrived at the bedside and before he called his son.

He didn't believe Jiang Xun's method of dealing with ghosts, but although he was very curious about whether Jiang Xun had any secrets, he also knew that he had helped him so much and saved his life.

It would be better not to overstep too much.

Jiang was stunned: "You are really not picky about food!"

With that said, Jiang Xun walked to the bedside, picked up the bronze statue the size of a Coke bottle, and weighed it:

Only then did the boy realize that there was another person in the bedroom. He wiped his tears with his pajama sleeves and looked at Jiang Xian timidly.

Seeing Su Feng's expression gradually becoming suspicious, Jiang Xun quickly changed the topic:

"Go and see how your son is doing."

What Jiang Xun didn't expect was that the bronze statue spit out some light spots. Except that the light was black and full of evil thoughts and resentment, it was almost the same as merit.

Because just when he wanted to attack the bronze statue severely, he suddenly found that his control over evil thoughts seemed to be easier, and the amount of malice he could inject into his attack had also greatly increased.

Can this bronze statue convert merit into power that I can absorb to help me practice?

Jiang Xun, who realized this, felt that he would go further and further down the road of owing merit to the Buddha.

He looked at the bronze statue in his hand and fell silent.

"Evil skills, evil arts, and now even evil weapons that can help me practice. If they break, I seem to have become an evil cultivator!"
Chapter completed!