After thinking about it, I decided to go to Yan Wei to borrow money for emergencies. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 What surprised me was that before I went to look for him, he asked Wu Yuan to call me to the study.

When I came up, I asked Wu Yuan to give me a silver ticket of 1,000 taels and said, "I have a Wangjiang Tower in Mengzhou, and it has never been good." If you can make its business better than Linjiang Tower, you don't have to pay back the money, and you will be given dividends according to the income in the future, and I will also cover the cost of repairing your house. ”

Isn't this a pie-in-the-sky thing? Holding the silver ticket, I pressed the ecstasy that was about to cry out and asked Yan Wei, "Why are you willing to bet so much on me?"

Yan Wei said without being salty or light, "When I was eating in Linjiang Building, I found that you were very picky about the taste of food, so I wanted you to try it." ”

A sense of pride and ambition arose, and I immediately said, "Since the son looks up to me, I am naturally willing to work with filial piety." ”

Then he added in a big way, "I'm just breaking the jar, and I don't have much hope for you." ”

I didn't get angry, I smiled and said, "You'll know how good your vision is in the future!"

With the money, and with the help of Wu Yuan, I signed the deed with Lu Fatzi the next day and went to the government to seal it. In this way, this ghost house in Mengzhou is mine.

After buying the house, I took the jujube into the house to have a look. Due to disrepair, the courtyard is overgrown with grass, and the yard has become a paradise for small animals. The houses collapsed and collapsed, and there was basically nothing left to live in.

According to Wu Yuan, this house should have been abandoned for twenty or thirty years. Lu Fatzi is an unbeliever, and after buying it, he touched the soil once, during which some bizarre events occurred and some craftsmen who worked died. Since then, the project has been stopped, and the house has been in his hands for five years.

Since I haven't seen it with my own eyes, I don't comment on whether there are ghosts or not. However, a desolate and dilapidated scene like the house will make people feel a little frightened whether there are ghosts or not.

Yan Wei said that Wangjiang Tower, I also went to see it. And in order to see how bad it is, I deliberately picked a dinner time to pass.

On the way, I learned a little about Wu Yuan in general. Wu Yuan has one answer and one answer, never saying a word, and expressing a little of his opinion.

I asked him who was in charge of Wangjiang Tower now.

He said that he used to be by Yan Wei's side, called Wang Meng, who was Chinese New Year's Eve two years old at the time, and was arranged to be a shopkeeper in Wangjiang Tower after injuring his right leg.

I thought about it for a while, thinking that maybe he was a martial artist, and it was normal for him to be not good at business.

When I arrived, it was getting late, and all the restaurants were full. There are two red lanterns hanging outside the door of Wangjiang Tower, and a lone lamp is lit inside. The shopkeeper Wang Meng was drinking with his men and chefs around the table in the middle of the hall.

Even if Wu Yuan was present and explained his intentions, Wang Meng was still very unfriendly to my arrival, beckoning the people at the table to drink at his own time, treating me like air, and didn't pay attention to me at all. Some of the guys and cooks at the wine table felt uncomfortable and wanted to leave the table, but they were all pressed by Wang Meng.

Look at his big shoulders and round waist, full beard, big scarlet eyes, and full of wine. Fierce and vicious, where does he look like he is in his thirties.

I don't care at all about his attitude. I found a pair of chopsticks and tasted the dishes on the table, the taste was much better than that of Linjiang Building, and I probably understood why Wangjiang Building was not doing well.

When I went back, Wu Yuan said to me for the first time, "Don't look at Wang Meng's current appearance, he used to be a heroic young man." Since becoming a cripple, he has only begun to become depressed. Gongzi attaches great importance to brotherhood, although you are asked to take care of the business of the restaurant, but Wang Meng, you can't move. ”

Is this a reminder, right or a warning to me? Didn't Yan Wei give me a big problem?

To say that Wangjiang Tower is not far from the riverside, and the geographical advantages of Linjiang Tower are almost the same, and it will not be so bad to manage it casually. It was Yan Wei who sent Wang Meng here, but he kept letting it go, which led to the situation of no guests.

In such a situation, Yan Wei suddenly asked me to intervene in the operation of Wangjiang Tower, perhaps not because he wanted me to save Wangjiang Tower's business, but because he wanted me to save Wang Meng, who was degenerate and depressed.

Whether it is a ghost house, the matter of Wangjiang Tower can be put back. Qingming is here in a blink of an eye, and the most urgent thing at the moment is to go to the tomb of Yuqiao's parents and the grandfather of the sour date.

After another day, I went to bid farewell to Yan Wei. After hearing my explanation, he was as calm as ever, and only said that he would send some people to send me back.

I didn't refuse, and went out with the sour dates, except for seeing the eight horse guards, which were the lawless people sitting on my broken carriage. Alas, in a sense, this boy is also very persevering.

Seeing the sour jujube talking and laughing with him, I was thinking about whether I should be prepared to deal with it in advance if there are some things that I can't stop.

Maybe it's because I'm getting closer and closer to the Foggy Mountains, I can always recall the scene before Yuqiao's death in a trance, and I always burst into tears when I dream back at midnight.

When I arrived at the bottom of the foggy mountain, Qingming had long passed, and I first went to find the uncle and aunt who had taken me in. They were all very nice and thanked me so much. I said that I had a vision, and I bought rice and grain to save their lives.

They set a table of sumptuous dishes to entertain us. During the banquet, I briefly talked to my uncle about all the things I encountered after separating from him, and asked him about Bai Jixian.

The uncle told me, "Bai Jixian has returned to the village again, and the debt collectors come to the door every day, and now the poor jingle rings." I've been away from home for the past few days, and I don't know where I've been hiding. ”

After I was full of wine and food, and after reminiscing about the old days, I asked my uncle to find some people in the village, re-selected a good place to be surrounded by mountains and rivers, moved the tomb of Yuqiao's parents to a place, and asked the craftsman to engrave the name of Baiyu on their tombstones.

On the day of the monument, I knelt in front of the tomb and kowtowed three times, with endless sentimentality but no tears.

After the tomb was moved, I gave my uncle another hundred taels of silver, and told him that if someone came to ask Bai Yu's name in the future, tell him that Bai Yu was the son of the Bai family.

The uncle nodded in agreement, and the two of them kept me. I politely declined and said, "If you have time in the future, you can go to Mengzhou to play with me." ”

My uncle and aunt said goodbye in tears, and they didn't go home until they couldn't see my carriage and horses.

When we returned from Wushan, we made a detour to Python Ridge to go to the grave of the grandfather of the sour jujube.

Time has passed, and we searched for the place where the uncle was buried in our memory, but we didn't find it. I had already thought before I came that there might be a situation where the mountains were covered with snow and the landscape was completely different from what it is now, and my memories were no longer credible.

In the deep mountains, there are many wild beasts, and the grass that was buried at that time may be better if you can't find it, but the sour dates will inevitably be more sad.

Finally, we went to the top of the mountain, and rebuilt a mound for the uncle in front of the ruined grass hut where they once lived.

It was getting late, so we lit a campfire on the mountain and prepared to stay up all night and descend the next morning.

The sound of wolf howling entered the ears, and not far away, the shadows flashed with fluorescent dots, and the guards stood up in unison.

The sour jujube shrunk in my arms and trembled, and my mouth murmured, "It's coming, grandpa said that he has revenge, and we won't stop until it is torn apart." ”

Her fear of the wolf king was very deep, and I couldn't help her, so I could only pat her on the back and comfort her, "It's okay, it's okay." ”

Wutian, who was watching from the sidelines, suddenly walked towards those black shadows with his sword, and I asked him, "What are you going to do?"

In the darkness, he tilted his head, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, and said, "I'm going to kill it." ”

The image of this young man in my heart immediately became taller, and instead of stopping him, I said with some encouragement, "Go ahead! If you can kill it, I will marry you the sour date." ”

"You have to count when you speak. He leaped slightly, and was already in the darkness.

I went until the moon hung up in the sky in the middle of the night, and Wutian did not come back.

I was suddenly a little afraid, after all, killing the wolf king was too dangerous to do. Even if Wutian is a swordsmanship wizard and has unparalleled swordsmanship in the world, he may not be able to retreat with his whole body.

Just as he was worried, a heavy bloody wind blew over, and Wutian carried a bloodstained white ** head to the uncle's grave.

After seeing the sour date, he rushed to the tomb and cried, "Grandpa, your revenge has been avenged, the wolf king is dead." ”

I looked at the high-spirited young man in the hazy moonlight, and I felt a sense of dust settled.