As soon as he entered the hall of the villa, Gan Tian felt a hot wind mixed with an indistinguishable aroma rushing to his face, which swept away all his chill at once. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 After quietly taking a breath of the air here, Gan Tiancai began to move his eyeballs, looking at the inner structure of the villa. This villa looks like a western style from the outside, and it does from the inside. And from Gan Tian's point of view, this should be the kind of mixed garden complex with the atmosphere of Cangzhou, and the fireplace that you see as soon as you enter the door already says it all.

In front of the fireplace, there was a dark black open coffin, and a corpse lay in it covered with a white cloth, presumably the gentleman with the complex name of Sioux Bourbon, Kea, Reeves, Rothschild, Cthulhu, York, Alexandria, Caesar.

On both sides of the fireplace, there are religious murals with the same Western style, as well as some paintings that directly draw on the stories of various religious legends. Gan Tian didn't know much about this, but he could see that these were murals that told about the sins of people. It seems that while that gentleman is pursuing his own nobility, he may also be proving the lowliness of others.

The living room is not big, at least much smaller than Gan Tian imagined, and even a little cramped. Ignoring the two spiraling stairs leading up to the third floor, or the deep corridors behind the open doors on the fireplace, the hall with a few sofas and a regular coffin was left with a few clear tracks. Of course, this crowded situation has a lot to do with the flowers growing in the greenhouse next to the sofa.

Except for the young gentleman I had seen before, and Chrissy, who had a strange temper, there was only one middle-aged maid who was obviously a native of Mingzhou for a while. The middle-aged maid stood with her head bowed near the corner, so in fact, there was no one in the few seats here now. So Gan Tian, who came in first, walked a few steps quickly, stopped in front of a single sofa in the shape of a teacup, and calmly looked at the few people who came in behind.

The reason why Gan Tian wanted to stop in front of this sofa was because he really wanted to sit on this thing that was expressly forbidden by Gan Xiangsheng. Although he had never experienced it firsthand, he had heard many magical legends related to this sofa from many cheap friends and some unfamiliar relatives. It is said that this sofa was designed by the emperor of Zhongzhou with reference to his throne, it is said that this sofa has a magic that makes people who sit in it want to stop, it is said that this sofa is only nine hundred and ninety-eight!

The madman who had just come in was obviously unable to adapt to the changes in the environment for a while, and subconsciously said, "Wow! Your house is really luxurious!" With the madman's voice, this exclamation suddenly broke the dead silence that had been haunting here since the news of his death came out, and it echoed in this narrow environment, and could not be calmed down for a long time.

Suddenly, the expression on Gan Tian's face froze, but fortunately he had been prepared, and he had always been expressionless. But the young gentleman, who had been smiling, was a little embarrassed at the moment, for he was the son of the unfortunate deceased.

"Our home is indeed very luxurious, but it's not something you should care about. Chrissy calmly unraveled the awkward situation.

The young gentleman gave Chrissy a grateful look, and then he stepped forward and led the madman to a seat and sat down. Before the madman sat down, Gan Tian, who had been planning for a long time, also sat on the teacup sofa he had dreamed of for a long time, squinting his eyes and feeling it carefully, as for the matter of removing the spirit, it should be something that the madman, a Taoist priest, should care about.

"As a courtesy to our guests, let me introduce myself. The young gentleman did not sit down at once, but bowed to the madman, saying, "My name is Aruon Kia, and I am the stepson of the unfortunate gentleman who lies in the coffin." ”

"Stepson?" the madman was a little surprised, because he didn't know about it, but he had heard that the old alumnus had a son, but he didn't expect it to be an adoptive.

Arouon looked up, as if caught up in a memory, "That was more than a decade ago. I had just lost my parents, and my future was like a shroud of God, with only dead silence and darkness. It was this gentleman who suddenly found me, who was an orphan, and said that he was related to me by blood, so he spent a lot of money to adopt me. He always treated me like his own son, but I knew very well that it wasn't because he never had a son himself. With that, Aruon's face contorted, and two tears spilled out of his eye sockets and slowly slid over his handsome face.

"Actually, I've always known that he and I are not related by blood. But he still treated me as his own son, and even left me all the money in his will early on. So I've always respected him and wanted to help him fulfill his wishes, and I can't imagine ...... today," said Aruon, who lowered his head and covered his face as if he couldn't stop crying.

"Dear Aruon, are you crying?" a gentle female voice came from the inner chamber.

However, before the owner of the voice could come out, Chrissy walked directly to the deep aisle and said loudly, "Sophia, didn't you tell not to make a noise at will?"

"I'm sorry. A weak response came from within.

"Who's inside?" asked Gan Tian with a frown. The madman on the side also cast suspicious glances along with him.

"She's ......" Chrissy, who was not in a hurry, was about to explain, but Arouon, who was still covering her face, raised her hand to stop her speech, and whispered: "Don't be angry with her." ”

Chrissy snorted coldly, stayed by the coffin, and stopped talking.

For a short time, the madman and Gan Tian had a rare resonance in their hearts, and they unanimously decided in their hearts that the death of Susing Bourbon, Kea, Reeves, Rothschild, Cthulhu, York, Alexander Caesar, was not simple. But what happened later told them that a person's death can have several different meanings, and that a person's death is not just one person who has fallen into the endless dark abyss.

"It was my wife who was talking just now, and she was sick, so she has been recuperating in bed. Aruon still kept his head down and said in a somewhat low tone, "I'm sorry to make you laugh." When we're done with this, I'll introduce her to you at dinner. ”

"Well, actually, we ......" The madman was about to speak, but Gan Tian pounced, covered his mouth in time, and smiled at Aruang: "Then thank you for your hospitality." After saying this, Gan Tian leaned into the madman's ear, lowered his voice and threatened: "Madman, you just need to take care of your Taoist affairs, and leave the rest to me." ”

You just want to eat for nothing. The madman slandered, but on the surface he still blinked vigorously in agreement, which made Gan Tian let go. After Gan Tian left, the madman coughed dryly, took the black schoolbag in front of him, and said to Arouon: "Actually, before this, I was entrusted by Ling Zun to help you solve some problems here while returning a thing. I just didn't expect it...... When such a sad thing happens, whatever happens, what should be returned to you always comes first. ”

So saying, the madman opened his bag, as if trying to get something out.

"Okay. Aruon looked up at the madman with red eyes. However, the expected madman immediately came up with something that didn't happen, and the madman was seen rummaging through his black bag with his head down.

"I'm sorry, I found it right away. The madman took out a peachwood sword that had not yet lost its paint, placed it on the empty seat beside him, and continued rummaging. At this moment, there are already a bunch of yellow paper talismans, gossip mirrors, ink fountains and other miscellaneous things on that seat. At the same time, the face of the owner, Arouon, also became more complicated as the pile of miscellaneous items increased.

"You say, what are you doing with so many miscellaneous things?" Even if in reality, the Taoist priest's Taoism has nothing to do with these props, but according to the belief of the gods, when a madman casts a spell in front of others, he must use these props as much as possible. Interestingly, Taoism is regarded as a feudal superstition today, and it has a lot to do with some people who are coaxed by people in the divine vein and then use props as artifacts.

After a while, the madman finally pulled out a box of videotapes that were also black from his black bag and handed it to Aruon, who had a somewhat stiff smile.

"That's what your father wants you to bring?" said Arouon, fiddling with the tape, as if he didn't know what it meant. But after seeing the words written on the videotape box, his face suddenly changed, and he said, "I'm afraid I can't take this thing!"