Chapter 333: I’m dying again
Pan Yun: "What's his name? Where is he now?"

Master Wu: “Are these your remaining two questions?”

Pan Yun grinned at him and said, "No, this is a question and a half. What is his name? It is the same as the previous question. You have so many farmhands. If you don't tell me their names, how can I know which one you are talking about?"

Mr. Wu couldn't win the argument, and muttered, "He said his name was Ah Da, and he didn't even have a household registration. I didn't ask in detail, and now..."

He looked up at where the sun was now and said, "They should still be herding cattle now, right?"

Pan Yun: "Have you ever offended him? Especially in the past one or two days."

"I offended him? He is just a farmhand. How could he be worthy of my offending? If there is any offense, it is him who offended me!"

"Very good," Pan Yun nodded, "I understand. Where does he graze his cattle?"

Just based on this sentence, it would be strange if he had not offended Chang Mingwei.

The farmhand next to him immediately said, "I know! He came back early today and should be changing straw in the cowshed now..."

"Where's the bullpen?"

A farmhand pointed and Pan Yun dragged Master Wu towards the cowshed.

The farmhand called out from behind: "Little Taoist priest, we have also answered the questions, is there any reward?"

Pan Yun waved his sleeves, and a bunch of copper coins flew out, landing in the hands of the farmhand with a "snap". "One bunch of money, divide it among yourselves according to your contributions."

The farmhands who were working on the silage cheered immediately, stopped working, and surrounded the farmhand to demand a share of the money.

The two farmhands who were mainly answering the questions were very generous, smiling so much that their eyes were invisible, and they kept saying: "Everyone has a share, everyone has a share..."

Mr. Wu's shouting was drowned out by their laughter.

But they didn't care even if they heard it.

The two young Taoist priests had no ill intentions at first glance.

Mr. Wu was dragged by Pan Yun towards the cowshed.

The cowshed was empty except for the cows tearing at a few bundles of straw.

As soon as Mr. Wu saw it, he shouted, "Who feeds the cows with straw? These are to be chopped up and used as pig feed. Ah Da, where is Ah Da?"

Pan Yun stood in front of the cowshed and thought for a moment before pinching him and asking, "Who else is at home besides you? Who do you like the most? Who do you spend the most time with?"

Mr. Wu is not stupid. If he were, he would not have immediately taken precautions against Pan Yun's fraud.

Thinking of the wanted poster, Mr. Wu's knees weakened and he pointed in one direction with a trembling finger, "My old woman, she follows me around all day. My son and daughter-in-law are not at home, but my grandchildren are here, and I am taking them out to play now..."

Pan Yun pushed him to Miao Zhen, and his figure flew onto the roof like a cat, and flew away like a gust of wind, "Miao Zhen, you must follow him closely."

Miaozhen responded and pulled Master Wu off the ground to chase her.

Mr. Wu was so weak that he stumbled as he was dragged along. But he finally stopped being passive and took the initiative to point the direction to Miaozhen, "They are playing in the garden now."

In the countryside, even in the gardens of landlords, fruit trees are the main crops planted.

Mrs. Wu is taking her grandson and granddaughter to pick persimmons.

The persimmons still hanging on the tree are not completely soft, and will fall down if you hit them lightly with a pole. You can use a cloth bag to catch them underneath, and they won't even get bumped.

Of course, the two kids didn’t have such ability, they were just playing, so persimmons fell to the ground from time to time, but they were also having a lot of fun.

Mrs. Wu saw that they were sweating from running, so she took out a handkerchief to wipe their sweat and said with a smile: "When you grow up a little bit, learn to climb trees and pick the fruits from the trees. That way, there will be no marks left."

The little girl, who was only five or six years old, looked up and asked, "Grandma, can I climb a tree, too?"

"Sure, your brother can learn now, and you can learn with him then."

The little boy couldn't bear it any longer, so he hugged the tree and pushed forward, but he slipped down after only two steps.

Mrs. Wu smiled and instructed him how to climb. Seeing that he couldn't learn, she said with a smile, "I'll let Zhuzi teach you tomorrow. He's good at climbing trees. Last time I saw him climb up to the tree at the end of the village and take out bird eggs."

She said, "I want you to learn to climb trees, but don't climb trees that are too dangerous, so that if you encounter danger when you go out in the future, you will have a place to hide."

The two children thought it was fun and agreed immediately. The three of them were having fun when a shadow came over them.

Mrs. Wu looked up and saw the young man standing behind her. Her heart trembled, and she immediately stood up. She calmly pulled her grandchildren behind her and smiled gently at the young man, "It's Ah Da, have you eaten?"

The young man's eyes fell on the two little heads that were peeking out from behind her, and he said expressionlessly, "Not yet."

Mrs. Wu immediately said, "Then hurry up and eat. I asked the kitchen to prepare more food today. It's almost time for the workers to eat. If you go now, you can be the first to eat."

The young man put one hand down by his side and the other behind his back. He raised his head and looked at Mrs. Wu coldly and said, "Last meal?"

Mrs. Wu's body froze, and she held the two children's arms tightly with both hands, pushing them back slowly, but she smiled at the young man and said, "What are you talking about? You're not leaving, so how can this be your last meal? Ah Da, the master is a man who doesn't mean what he says. He just said that last night, and he won't chase you away."

The young man stared at Mrs. Wu with a strange look. When he saw that she had already retreated three or five steps, he began to catch up with her. "I am honest, obedient and willing to work. I don't want any wages. I just talk less. I am very curious, how did you know that something was wrong with me?"

Mrs. Wu hurriedly pushed the two children behind her and said with a pale face, "I don't know what you are talking about..."

"That idiot surnamed Wu is not here, you can just say what you want to say, no need to beat around the bush." ​​The young man stretched out his right hand which had been hidden behind his back, and the sickle in his hand gleamed coldly in the afterglow of the setting sun. "But it doesn't matter anymore, I don't want to hear your explanation, he will come to reunite with you soon, you can discuss it slowly when you and your family are underground."

When Mrs. Wu saw the sickle, she immediately turned around, pushed the two children, and shouted, "Cheng'er, take your sister and run!"

The seven-year-old boy was frightened. He burst into tears, pulled his sister and ran away.

The young man aimed his sickle at Mrs. Wu's neck and chopped it down fiercely. Mrs. Wu stumbled and fell to the ground while pushing the child, just avoiding the knife.

The knife hit nothing, but the young man didn't mind. He glanced at the two children running in front of him, and walked forward without caring. The sickle in his hand hit Mrs. Wu again...

There was a sound of breaking air, and a piece of tile flew towards him rapidly, hitting his wrist with a snap. The sickle in his hand fell to the ground. At the same time, his right wrist bent, and the bone snapped, obviously breaking.

The young man was stunned for a moment, but did not cry out in pain, nor did he even look back to see who was attacking him. Instead, he rushed directly towards Mrs. Wu who was sitting on the ground.

Just as he was about to fall on Mrs. Wu and strangle her, a figure flashed over, a leg suddenly stretched out, the young man flew backwards, broke an apricot tree with a snap, and then rolled to the ground.

Pan Jun stood beside Mrs. Wu, slowly put down her feet, reached out to help her up, and then walked towards the young man who was struggling to get up.

The young man, who was trying to get up with his hands and hunched back, stopped when he saw a pair of cloth shoes appear in front of him, and raised his head to look at the person who came along the shoes.

Seeing that it was a young Taoist priest, he couldn't help but spit out blood foam, wiped the corner of his mouth and asked, "Where did this nosy dog ​​Taoist priest come from?"

Pan Yun pulled the corner of his mouth towards him and said, "One hundred taels, hello, I am here to take you."

The young man stiffened.

Pan Yun unfolded the portrait with a snap, carefully compared his facial features and nodded, saying, "Chang Mingwei, it is indeed you. This is no small matter. One hundred taels, anyone who can afford it will take it. As for a vicious criminal like you, even if you don't have one hundred taels, anyone can kill you."

After saying that, Pan Jun reached out to grab him, but the young man suddenly stood up and rushed towards her.

Pan Jun immediately withdrew his hand and kicked hard again.

He kicked the man in the chest and sent him flying again. This time he jumped over the two stunned children and landed behind them with a bang.

Pan Jun sighed, used his Qinggong skills, and gracefully passed the two children and landed in front of the young man again. He shook his head and said, "Why are you doing this? Do you want to do it twice more?"

It's a good opportunity for her to practice her leg skills.

The young man struggled to get up from the ground.

With a bang, the young man flew backwards and this time landed not far from Mrs. Wu. Mrs. Wu was so scared that she quickly stepped back more than ten steps and leaned against the small door.

Pan Jun slowly put down his legs, and in a flash he returned to the young man's side. He said to the motionless, seemingly dead young man, "Try again. I think you can hold on a little longer. Get up, come on!"

The young man tried hard to stand up with his arms, but fell to the ground twice.

Seeing this, Pan Yun walked closer and hooked him with her toes, hoping to help him.

The young man suddenly raised his hand and sprinkled a handful of dust at Pan Yun. Pan Yun raised his arm, used his sleeve to block the dust, and at the same time kicked the man in the chest and sent him flying.

Pan Jun stepped down, flicked his sleeves, and the dust fell to the ground. The young man slammed against the door with a bang, and Mr. Wu, who was running over, was so scared that he sat down on the ground.

This time, the young man really didn't move. Miao Zhen stepped forward and turned him over and said, "Master Junior, he has fainted. He... doesn't seem to live long again."

(End of this chapter)