Chapter 119: Someone Below
"One night, I was sitting on the couch watching TV and poured myself a glass of water, but I didn't take a sip at all, and the glass suddenly became empty. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ γ info" Lao Zhao continued to say strange things.
At this moment, Zhao Dapeng happened to be drinking the water poured by Lao Zhao, and he almost choked, as if a ghost was secretly drinking water: "Uncle Zhao, you can't be old and forget to drink the water yourself, right?" β
"I thought so at first, so I got up and poured it again, and it turned out to be ......"
"What was the result?"
"It turned out that my pants were wet." After Lao Zhao finished speaking, his expression was quite embarrassed.
"Poof-" Zhao Dapeng couldn't help but squirt out a mouthful of water: "Uncle Zhao, you can't tell ghost stories, it's too cold, dare to pour water on your pants, and think it's really a ghost drinking water." β
"It's wet on the butt." Lao Zhao added: "It's impossible for me to pour water on my seat and sit down, and then doubt that I haven't even drunk water." β
"This ......" is true, but the fifty-year-old Zhao, who has been by the leader's side for so many years, certainly will not make such a mistake.
"And what's the matter with this sofa being electrified?" Zeng Yifan was also interested and couldn't help asking.
"It's like that every now and then, and sometimes the couch moves around on its own."
"Ugh! No way! When Zhao Dapeng heard this, he immediately looked at the sofa of the Republic of China with a monster look. Could it be that this girl is a sofa spirit, and she will move her position by herself?
Speaking of which, the Republic of China has only been around for a hundred years now, so can you cultivate into refinement?
"In that case, why are you still leaving it there? Sell it, or dispose of it, you can do it. Zeng Yifan also didn't understand. According to Lao Zhao's superstitious feng shui, even if what happens, it doesn't seem to be a big harm, but after all, it's still very weird. If you are reluctant to throw it away, it should not be a big problem to sell it at a discount.
"It's not like I didn't think about selling it." Lao Zhao hurriedly clarified: "This sofa is valued at least 500,000 yuan by insiders, and I have 380,000 yuan on the second-hand Internet." β
"Nobody wants this?" Zhao Dapeng was puzzled. Now the most popular collection of ancient furniture, not to mention the discount so much, is the original price, bought there to increase the value of the big people.
"Yes, several groups of people came to watch, and as a result, they were all tricked." Speaking of this, Lao Zhao sighed.
To pull someoneβs leg? It's a lot of fun. Looking at Lao Zhao Yuyu's appearance, it seems that in the face of this set of sofas in the Republic of China, he seems to be a naughty child, quite helpless.
"Isn't it?" Lao Zhao continued: "The first seller came to see, and he was inexplicably tripped over something before he entered the door, and the man's nosebleed fell out. β
Belch!
"The second seller, I was very satisfied with it, and I wanted to give a deposit on the spot, but as a result, the check book I took out was all white, and the seller said it was very weird, and I didn't want it."
"The third one is even more devastating." Speaking of this, Lao Zhao was very helpless: "This sofa, in front of us, was moved from the window to the stairs. scared the seller away on the spot. β
When Zhao Dapeng heard this, he stood up suddenly, and his ass still faintly felt the pain of being electrocuted before, and said righteously: "This sofa of the Republic of China is absolutely fine, Uncle Zhao, you can't leave this scourge for a few dollars, you can split, cut, burn, and bury it...... Hmmm......"
Just when Zhao Dapeng was making a generous statement, a newspaper suddenly flew from nowhere and directly pasted it on his face.
"This ...... It's just too much! Zhao Dapeng angrily ripped the newspaper off his face, looking like he was going to fight with the Republic of China sofa. But because this thing may be electrified, you can only hide from afar.
"Hey!" Lao Zhao let out a long sigh, a little crying and laughing: "This is the situation." I also thought about throwing away this sofa, but it turned out that it was like a spirit, and from time to time it played a little prank, but it couldn't be thrown away at all. If it weren't for that, I wouldn't have invited the master over. β
Lao Zhao said, looked at Zeng Yifan, and always felt that this matter didn't seem to have much to do with feng shui, but he didn't know who to look for.
Zeng Yifan looked at the sofa and then at Lao Zhao, a little embarrassed. This kind of thing that may be a little suspenseful, and it may not be possible to solve it by yourself. It's just that because of Lao Zhao's pleading eyes, he stood up and walked to the front of the Republic of China sofa.
"Yifan, that thing is electrified......"
Seeing that Zeng Yifan was about to put his hand up, Zhao Dapeng reminded weakly.
Zeng Yifan was slightly stunned, but still put his hand up.
This time, it was not electrified, but I felt that the wood of this sofa was hot, not to mention fifty or sixty degrees.
Ordinary old wood, because of the heavier yin, the general temperature will only be lower than ordinary wood, but this is the opposite, is it really something?
Thinking like this, Zeng Yifan secretly lucked a little true qi and forced the cold qi in his body to this wood.
Just when he felt the temperature of his palm drop to about the same as his body temperature, Zeng Yifan felt that the sofa seemed to be vibrating slightly.
"This ...... What the hell......" Zhao Dapeng's eyes were sharp, and he saw for the first time that from the position of the repaired sofa leg, a furry thing suddenly came out.
Zeng Yifan withdrew the cold air from his hand, and also found something that suddenly came out of the sofa leg. It was still a living creature, much smaller than the newborn baby.
In general, the thing resembles a macaque, with a blue face and a red nose, like a circus clown, and a short white beard on its mouth. The whole body is brown, and the belly is white.
Only half of the body of this strange little macaque was exposed, and the other half of its body seemed to be sunk in the wood of the sofa, as if its whole body had grown out of the wood.
"Sofa spirit!" Zhao Dapeng would roll his eyes when he saw this thing, and grinned at himself, and couldn't help but retreat again and again.
"Ahh
Zhao Dapeng suddenly slammed a butt pier, an empty drink bottle, came out of nowhere, was stepped on by him who retreated, and rolled to the side.
"Mu Xiao, the ghost of the mountain, shaped like a child, with one foot backwards, the night is happy to commit a prisoner, call his name, and he can't be provoked." Zeng Yifan was stunned because of Zhao Dapeng's sudden fall, and then said.
As a kind of feng shui beast, the wood ray generally only appears in the deep mountains, and it is the product of trees absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon, which is about the same nature as the monkey jumping out of the stone. It belongs to wood, can be big and small, often indicates new things, and is regarded as a kind of auspicious beast.
But the so-called "good things are grinding", and the existence of a strange beast like Mu Xiao plays such a role. likes to play tricks on people, but it doesn't hurt.
"Big ...... Master, how can this thing be in the couch? Lao Zhao was also a little frightened. Although the wooden mandrill doesn't look scary, and it feels like a pet, it suddenly comes out of the sofa and feels a little crazy.
"Master Zhao, haven't you driven Director Chen anymore?" Zeng Yifan suddenly asked.
"Yes...... Oh, yes. Lao Zhao didn't turn a corner all of a sudden, why did he suddenly ask from this strange thing that he was working.
"Yifan, you are becoming more and more unpredictable now, so why didn't you calculate that I would fall?" Zhao Dapeng rubbed his buttocks and stood up, complaining with a face.
It's all about it. Zeng Yifan was a little speechless.
"The appearance of Mu Xiao is already a sign of new things, I think, except for Lao Zhao who has changed jobs, there should be no other new things." Zeng Yifan said.
Lao Zhao is not Zhao Dapeng's cousin, and the second dog is not married, so he has no daughter-in-law to pick up ashes.
"Yes, yes, I stopped driving half a month ago, and now I have an engineering team to do some small engineering projects." Lao Zhao hurriedly said. It's amazing, he never mentioned that he wasn't a driver anymore. But the master was able to know that he had changed his job from a strange thing that suddenly appeared.