Countryside Magic Doctor

At this time, Piao Miaozi said to him, "You might not know one thing. This soul contract can only be formed by the strong against the weak. If he forcefully wants to use the soul contract to bind the strong to his subordinates, then he must pay a price. And the price might be your life, because even though there are rules between heaven and earth... But the rules are usually to bind the weak, not the strong. "    

"What you mean is, if I forcefully sign the soul contract with him... It's very likely that I won't be able to withstand this contract, and will forcefully break it for him. Then, I might be injured, or even suffer a backlash? " Hee Feng asked.    

"That's right. That's what I meant. That's why I said that you should be mentally prepared and think about it first." Piao Miaozi said.    

After thinking for a while, Hee Feng couldn't help but think about it. He couldn't resist the temptation. After all, even if Murong could break free from the contract, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to break free for the time being. If that was the case, he could make use of him.    

Thinking of this, Hee Feng made up his mind. He gritted his teeth and said to Piao Miaozi, "If you want to die, you have to be brave enough to starve to death. This time, we won't be like that. Perhaps I will have another top ranked fighter under my command."    

Seeing Hee Feng being so straightforward, Piao Miaozi nodded and said, "You said it yourself. Don't look for me if anything happens. I don't care."    

"Look at what you said. Am I that kind of person?" Hee Feng said with a sneer.    

At this time, Yun Zhu raised his concerns, "The key is that there is a problem that needs us to think about. This is the problem. How can we make Murong sign the contract with us willingly? This soul contract can only be signed with the consent of both parties. It doesn't mean that one party can sign it by force."    

"That's easy." Piao Miaozi patted his chest and said. She was the only one who could hear what she said. This old man was good at interrogation.    

Seeing how confident Piao Miaozi was, Hee Feng nodded his head. He said, "Since this old man is so confident, I'll leave this glorious and arduous task to you."    

Seeing that everyone was talking about signing a soul contract with him, Young Master Murong panicked. He knew very well what a soul contract was.    

The elders of the family had signed a lot with those from the outside world.    

All the servants of the family had signed the soul contract with him. This was also the reason why they were so loyal.    

He didn't expect that he would also have to sign the soul contract with this slave. This made him feel extremely humiliated. He only heard Murong loudly say, "Without freedom, I would rather die."    

"You have quite the backbone. I want to see how hard you can be." Piao Miaozi said.    

However, Murong's face was still full of righteousness. He shouted with a stern voice, "Even if you want to kill me, don't even think about getting me to sign this soul contract. I, the dignified young master of Murong Family, am not allowed to suffer any humiliation!"    

"What kind of time is this? Why are you still putting on airs? You are only a prisoner now. Can't you understand your own situation? Do you want to die?" Hee Feng said.    

He looked down on this person the most. If he didn't understand the situation, he wouldn't be able to see the current situation. To be more precise, he didn't know the actual situation.    

He really wasn't an outstanding talent!    

Because the scene was too bloody, a kind person like Hee Feng naturally didn't want to see it. But at this moment, he had no choice but to watch. Who asked this Murong to hurt him in the morning?    

No matter what, Piao Miaozi was indirectly venting his anger for him. The other party was busy working here, and he ran to the side to watch the television. That couldn't be justified. He could only watch and watch here.    

After observing for a while, he felt emotional. This Murong really had thick skin and thick flesh. It had been so long, and his whole body was covered in blood. His face was also branded with the word 'die', but he didn't say anything.    

It was truly a lamentable feeling!    

This guy really had a tough time taking a beating. He was not much worse than himself.    

"Damn it, why hasn't anyone come to save me yet?" Young Master Murong cursed all the profanities he knew in his heart, but he just couldn't wait for someone to come and save him.    

This made him sigh with emotion.    

Usually, he felt that these followers behind him were a hindrance, but now he felt that their rigid faces were like poker cards. They were so friendly and pleasant.    

Unfortunately, he couldn't see them.    

At this moment, a middle-aged Taoist appeared on the busy streets of Binhai City in the distance. He was wearing a Taoist robe, and he looked like an immortal. He also looked very resolute. He looked like a master.    

At this moment, he was standing at the door of a barbeque shop. He frowned as he looked at the tall wooden sticks that were painted red.    

In his hand was an ancient looking bronze compass with inscriptions engraved on it. He frowned and pointed, but behind him was a gloomy place. Not bad, it was a morgue!    

"This person really doesn't know how to open a shop. He opened his shop here. It seems that there are no masters nearby and he even made such a lousy thing. Sigh, he probably didn't want to bother with you at first, but now he can't ignore you either. " Fang Keqin frowned as he looked ahead and said.    

After he finished speaking, he walked in and planned to give him some pointers. After all, the Feng Shui layout of the owner of this shop would not only not break, it would also lead to trouble.    

With the idea of upholding justice and justice, he slowly walked toward the barbecue shop. However, just as he walked to the door, someone stopped him and said with a frown, "The renovation will be closed today. You can come tomorrow."    

"I have to come today." Fang Kqin said with a frown.    

"Hahahahaha!" The shop owner looked at Faang Zhiqin from head to toe and burst into laughter. He then covered his stomach and said, "How old are you? How dare you call me old man? I say, brother. You Han enthusiasts are so good at making mischief?"    

"Han clothing what Han clothing?" Faang Zhiqin frowned and said, Back then, he didn't have any Han clothing or Han clothing. They were all China's Zuo Yi, all of them were China's top, but they had never experienced the fall of China. He could easily shave his hair, so he naturally didn't know the beauty of the clothes that had been passed down in China for thousands of years. It had gradually declined.    

"Aren't you wearing Han clothing? I'm wearing one too. That's a formal yellow robe. It's very impressive when you wear it. If you don't know, you'll think that we're Lord Baylor!" The shop owner said with a smile.    

"Well, let's talk about that Han robe or Han robe later. I'm not a fan. I'm a Daoist. If you have a problem with that, I have to solve it for you." Faang Zhiqin said.