Li Qingshan felt that Qingniu's words were not true, and seemed to be hiding something, but in his joy, he had no time to think about it, so he immediately practiced boxing and felt the effect of this true qi.

Sure enough, in a while, he found some tricks. Today, his "Bulle Demon Powerful Fist" was more relaxed and smoother than ever before, like an old machine applied with lubricant, which felt an indescribable pleasure.

Moreover, the speed of returning air is much faster, which seems to be just a small matter, but ordinary people often dare not attack with all their strength against the enemy, and they always have to leave some strength. Because if the enemy can avoid the full force, their body will inevitably stiffen for a moment, leaving great flaws.

He doesn't have to worry about this. If someone else punches one, he can punch three punches with all his strength. Even if his strength is equal, he will definitely not be his opponent.

Li Qingshan worked hard for more than ten days and finally achieved such a "slight" result. He couldn't help but feel happy, and always felt that he was one step closer to his goal.

But thinking about the hard work and danger last night, my expression turned cold: "But I want to know who gave me this blessing."

Qingniu said casually: "There is no way to good or bad fortune, only people call it themselves."

Li Qingshan's heart lit up. This was the eight words he said when the witch came to ask for a pig's head. The little ghost must have been stubborn for no reason. After careful consideration, he immediately came up with some clues.

He was born and raised in this small mountain village and knew a little about some major events that happened in the village. However, in this remote village, there were not many major events.

One of them was a few years ago when a family in the village broke down because of their child's illness.

Li Qingshan was also a child at that time and recognized the child named Xiaomao. He never expected that the child would die because of this. It was this example that made Li Qingshan obediently return to his original state after drinking the talisman water, and dared not show any amazing things. At the same time, he also hated the witch very much.

Xiao Mao's mother died strangely. She died suddenly overnight, and there was no reason.

Li Qingshan originally thought that she could not bear the pain of losing her son, but now it seems that she was clearly invading the body by the yin energy. He suddenly stood up and a cold light appeared in his eyes: "So that's it, I can't forgive her!"

Qingniu said: "Then go and kill her!"

"It's not that simple." Li Qingshan sat cross-legged and lowered his head to ponder.

The witch is not as good as Liu Laili, who is not only very prestigious in the village, but also has some fame in the nearby towns. Foreigners often come to ask God for divination.

If she kills her, she can only go away from home, and it is possible that she even reports that the government is wanted. Moreover, he is now without any evidence and cannot insist that she did it. The most important thing is that since she can drive the little devil, it is unknown whether she has any other means.

Qingniu didn't interrupt, but he was very approving in his heart. If Li Qingshan relied on his mighty yesterday and went to shout and kill the witch, it would have been a waste of his efforts.

Things in this world are hard to be perfect. Brave people are inevitably reckless and careless. Smart people are often hesitant, with less determination and bloodiness. The four words "sword, gall, piano, heart" are the most rare.

Li Qingshan thought about it and went to the village.

"It's Erlang, did you eat it? I didn't eat it and came to my house for food." At the entrance of the village, an old man was hoeing the ground in the vegetable garden with a hoe. When he saw Li Qingshan, he greeted him warmly.

What happened in the Liu family compound yesterday spread throughout the village. The originally unknown Li family Erlang has now become a celebrity in the village. No matter how old or young you are, he has a little more respect for this young man.

Li Qingshan responded one by one, passing through most of the village and heading to the small courtyard where a few willow trees were planted in front of the door. A little old man in rags leaned under the tree. He was drunk early in the morning, and he looked like a bit of a hermit master.

Li Qingshan knew in his heart that this was not a hermit master, but an ordinary farmer, Xiaomao's father, named Li Fugui. He was actually less than forty years old, but he looked like he was fifty or sixty. Since his wife and children died, he didn't do much farm work, and he spent all day drinking to relieve his sorrows and was crazy.

Seeing Li Qingshan approaching, Li Fugui said vaguely: "Come on, drink, drink, drink," a stench of wine came to his face.

Li Qingshan frowned, grabbed Li Fugui and dragged him into Wu's house. Without saying a word, he scooped a bucket of water into his mouth. This made Li Fugui cough dryly and lie on the door and vomited.

Li Qingshan looked around the hut, and there were dilapidated everywhere, with spider webs hanging on the window lattices. It was really called a family wall. Thinking about Li Fugui's family, a well-known wealthy family in the village, the fertile land he owned was second only to the Liu Manager's family. He deserved the name given to him by his parents, and the family was full of happiness.

Who would have thought that the world was impermanent and a sudden disaster ended like this, Li Qingshan couldn't help but sigh that the little happiness of ordinary people is too fragile. But he is determined and ambitious, and he is the most depressed and depressed, and he is willing to fall into depravity, so he is not very polite.

Li Fugui was angry and said, "You...you...what are you doing?"

"Uncle Li, are you awake?"

When Li Fugui saw Li Qingshan's bad gaze, he shuddered all over his body. He was not a blind man and deaf man. He knew clearly what Li Qingshan did in the village these days. It was a real evil star: "What's wrong?"

"Do you know how Xiaomao died?" Li Qingshan went straight to the point.

"I don't know, I don't know anything." When Li Fugui heard this, he was so scared that his face was pale and he walked out regardless of the matter.

Li Qingshan grabbed his thin wrist: "You are worthy of your wife and children?"

Li Fugui froze: "Erlang, it's not that I won't tell you, that's a trouble you can't cause. Don't you want to waste your life in vain?"

"I don't want to cause trouble, but trouble has come to my door. If you live like you, it would be better to lose your life in vain. You just need to tell me what happened back then."

Li Fugui was shocked when he heard this: "What, you have come to the door?" After hesitating for a while, hesitated, sighed and started to talk.

"After Xiaomao's mother cursed in front of the witch's house, she went home and slept for a while. The next day she couldn't get up and her body became cold and blue. There were so many strange things that night, and... and I saw it..."

"What did you see?"

"A child!"

Li Qingshan finally confirmed that the murderer was indeed the witch.

Moreover, the witch told Li Fugui gloomy that Xiao Mao not only missed his mother, but also his father in the underground. Li Fugui was so scared that he offered a large offering.

Li Qingshan slapped the wall: "It's really too much. Haven't you ever thought about avenging your wife and children?"

Li Fugui was aroused by his contempt and flushed his face. He ran to the inner room and took out a long package from the bottom of the large wooden box.

Uncover the package, inside it is a knife and a good steel knife.

Li Qingshan drew his sword and unsheathed it, and a cold chill came to his face, reflecting his face, his hair and beard were visible.

The handle of the knife is about one foot long, slightly curved, wrapped in black silk, and it is extremely comfortable to hold in the hand. The blade is about two feet long and four inches wide, which is only one foot longer than the knife in Li Qingshan's hand, and it is a short knife with inferior workmanship, which is much stronger.

The back of the knife is very thick, and it is heavy in the hand. It is extremely sharp. He waved it casually, and then the sound of breaking through the air came out. He couldn't help but praise: "Good knife!" He had never seen such a good knife at the market. If he really wanted to buy it, he would probably need a few acres of fertile land to exchange it.
Chapter completed!