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"..."

As soon as these words were spoken, there was a moment of silence on the dinner table.

Even Yin Yaonian felt his scalp numb.

Nian Yi'an jumped up, his face a little pale: "Sister Qingqing, don't, don't scare me."

"What are you trying to do to scare you? It's not your life I'm borrowing." Si Fuqing glanced at him, "Didn't you just say that this number is weird?"

"I, I...I didn't expect it to be so strange!" Nian Yian hugged Ye Zhenmian, who also turned pale, "Then...what should mother do if her life is taken away? How could it be? How about borrowing your life?"

"A little trick." Si Fuqing touched his chin, "Everyone should know about the contract, right?"

Nian Yi'an nodded.

"The man asked his aunt to borrow money, and she agreed, which is equivalent to signing a contract." Si Fuqing raised a finger, "Although we know that, in fact, what he borrowed was not money at all."

"The contract is equivalent to the establishment of the transaction. Aunt, do you still remember how that person asked you to borrow money?"

Ye Zhenmian recalled it and recounted what happened at that time.

When the old man borrowed the money, he was very grateful to her and carefully asked her again and again if she was willing to lend him the thirteen yuan.

I asked her three times.

Seeing that the old man was pitiful, she wanted to give him a hundred yuan directly, but he would not agree to it anyway.

"Of course he disagreed." Si Fuqing said lightly, "If you give him a hundred yuan, aunt, it will be different from the number written on the contract."

"If the contract cannot be fulfilled, I will not be able to borrow your life."

Ye Zhenmian's body trembled: "It's like this, then I..."

"Don't worry, Auntie. I'm here, and so is Ninth Brother. He can't borrow your life at all." Si Fuqing comforted her, "As long as he can borrow it, he has to see whether he can afford it. ."

"It's just that Auntie must be more vigilant in the future. Once she finds that the other person's words and behavior are strange, she must immediately stop communicating with the other person."

After hearing this, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

"I have completely remembered it now." Ye Zhenmian patted her chest, her expression suddenly changed again, "Qingqing, I remember, he is not the only one who asked me to borrow money."

"He also asked a few passers-by to borrow them, all for three or thirteen yuan."

Si Fuqing narrowed his eyes: "It seems that he has a big appetite. If everyone borrows a little, the little will add up to a huge sum."

"Qingqing, we must expose this person's sinister intentions." Ye Zhenmian was very angry, "It is this kind of person who prevents people who really need help from getting help."

"Yes." Si Fuqing raised his head, "Brother Ninth."

Yu Xiheng always knew what she was going to do, and nodded slightly: "The Thousand Army Alliance has already sent people to look for her."

"The 80% possibility is also related to them." Si Fuqing said, "Now that the Dragon Vein Mountain Protection Formation has been built, with five formations connected into one, even an army of 100,000 undead cannot attack."

Yu Xiheng closed her eyes: "Well, they are using this little trick to infiltrate."

"I'm going to Guanghua Temple for a walk." Si Fuqing stood up, "Aunt, I'm just waiting for Yi'an to pick up Huanhuan, and we'll have dinner together."

Ye Zhenmian smiled and said: "Okay."

The phone lit up at this moment.

Yu Xiheng glanced at it: "I found it, I'll go there."

**

Guanghua Temple.

The monk just came back from outside and brought a bottle of wine.

Looking at no one around, he happily took a sip and said he was satisfied.

At this moment, a lazy voice sounded.

"Hey, monk, why are you hiding and drinking alone again? In the holy land of Buddhism, aren't you afraid of the Buddha cutting your head off?"

The monk was startled and almost dropped the candied haws he bought for the little monk on the ground.

He hid the wine gourd first, and then turned around.

When he found a head popping up on the wall, the monk breathed a sigh of relief: "Female donor, you scared this poor monk to death."

Si Fuqing sat on the wall: "I'm looking for you to tell fortunes. Don't be a bitter person. I'll give you money first."

The monk immediately took out the payment QR code.

Si Fuqing fell into silence watching his skillful movements.

She scanned the code.

The monk coughed a few times: "The female donor and the donor who has the luck of crape myrtle and the fate of an emperor have achieved enlightenment. It is not easy."

"Oh?" Si Fuqing narrowed his eyes, "You know he has Ziwei's destiny and the destiny of an emperor."

The monk was not aware of the danger yet: "I know."

Si Fuqing glanced at him: "Well, why didn't you tell me? You can also tell who he is, right?"

Monk: "..."

He touched his head in embarrassment: "Female donor, our industry is all about fate. When the fate comes, everything will be clear. There is no benefit in advance."

Si Fuqing suddenly said: "Monk, I checked you."

The monk was confused: "What does the female donor mean?"

"You were adopted by your parents." Si Fuqing touched his chin, "They said you suddenly appeared at the door of the house, wrapped in a golden swaddling clothes. Don't you think you are extraordinary?"

The monk touched his head and felt a little ashamed: "No, but my math is really bad. This thing is so **** difficult. I just can't understand it!"

"You can see a lot of things that even Onmyojis can't see." Si Fuqing blinked, "Monk, don't be humble."

Hearing these words, the monk calmed down his lazy expression and said slightly seriously: "Female donor, we are in great trouble."

Si Fuqing's expression turned serious: "Master, please speak."

"You have a hurdle." The monk pointed at her, "If you can get through it, we can get through it. You need a lot of people to help you with this hurdle, and you can't do it without one person."

"Let me see, well, the numbers four and nine are both very important to the donor."

Si Fuqing's eyes darkened: "Master, you——"

The monk touched his head and pretended not to hear anything: "I'm drunk, I need to rest."

As he walked, he gnawed the candied haws.

Go all the way back to your own courtyard.

The little monk finished sweeping the fallen leaves and raised his head: "Master, where are my candied haws?"

"Oh!" The monk calmly hid his left hand stained with sugar, with a serious look on his face, "Disciple, I want to test you with a riddle."

"Walking into the wind again before the waves, what is this word?"

The little monk scratched his head: "No?"

"Yes." The monk beamed, "It's just gone."

The little monk burst into tears: "Master, you are a big liar! I am going to file a lawsuit against you."

"Hey, I don't dare, I don't dare!" The monk hurriedly grabbed the young monk, "Master, I will take you to eat cakes. Don't cry."

The little monk burst into tears and smiled: "Master, I want to eat osmanthus cake, lotus cake..."

He named ten pastry names in one breath.

Monk: "..."

He squeezed his purse tightly and said, "Let's go."

**

At this time, in an old-fashioned house a few streets away from Teito University.

An old man with gray hair walked in.

He took off his hood and disguise, revealing his original appearance.

He is a middle-aged man with a sinister look on his face.

Then, the middle-aged man took out a handful of money from his pocket and said happily: "I have tricked a lot of people in the past two days. They are really stupid. They just borrowed it."

The woman is sitting in front of the bed, taking care of a comatose boy.

Hearing this, she was shocked: "You borrowed it again? Other people's lives are also lives!"

"They are all worthless lives." The middle-aged man said nonchalantly, "They can live so long anyway, what's wrong with giving some to my son?"

As he spoke, he burned the borrowed money cleanly with a candle.

"If we borrow it for a few more days, our son will be fine." The middle-aged man was very happy, "The words of the **** are indeed true."

A few days ago, even the hospital was helpless about their son's illness.

But at this moment, a mysterious man appeared and told him that he could use this method to save his son's life.

He didn't believe it at first, so he tried it with doubts.

It turned out to be really useful.

So in the past few days, he had increased his efforts to borrow lives, and at the same time, he had more greedy thoughts in his heart.

If he borrowed enough, wouldn't he be able to live forever?

The woman opened her mouth and was about to say something. Suddenly, the boy on the bed coughed violently.

He even started vomiting blood.

"What's going on?" The middle-aged man looked panicked, "What's going on with our son?"

When he asked for help a few days ago, his son's illness was also getting better.

Why did you suddenly vomit blood today and suddenly get worse?

The middle-aged man panicked.

He discovered that he had not left the contact information of the mysterious person at all.

His fingers were trembling as he tried to dial the emergency number, and a faint voice rang.

"Has anyone ever told you that life should not be borrowed casually?"

The next second, the middle-aged man felt his own shoulder being tapped gently.

That, ah, is purely fictional, don’t take it seriously,

(End of this chapter)