Zhou Tian's heart sank to the bottom of his heart, and the energy and power of a person who could make Wei Long so afraid must be not small. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Because he knew that Wei Long was a descendant of the Wei family, and the Wei family was one of the top ten families in China, but it was this person, but when he talked about that mysterious person, his body trembled unnaturally with fear.

It's a subconscious reaction that is scared to the core.

Who the hell is that person?

Why is the Wei family, one of the top ten families, so afraid?

Zhou Tian's mind came to mind with N different thoughts.

Such a person turned out to be his opponent, or an enemy with a deep hatred of blood, Zhou Tian didn't know whether to be happy or afraid.

At this time, he only knew the words of the mysterious man, you should feel lucky, I am glad that I can be regarded as an opponent, what should glory mean to you!

People are right, a character that even Wei Long is afraid of, how could it not be the existence that Zhou Tian looks up to!

Zhou Tian even felt that there was no need for him to stay here anymore, because he already knew the answer from Wei Long's expression and demeanor.

But to Zhou Tian's surprise, Wei Long actually looked up at him and said in a slightly trembling tone: "That adult is a god-like existence. ”

When this sentence came out, Wei Long immediately felt that it was inappropriate, shook his head vigorously, and explained to Zhou Tian with the attitude and tone of a primary school student correcting mistakes: "No, no, no, that adult is a god." ”

"God?" Zhou Tian muttered the word again in his mouth, and then a mocking look appeared on his face, and he looked at Wei Long and said, "Is there really a god in this world?" If there were God, there wouldn't be so many injustices, and there wouldn't be so many wars....... ”

Wei Long shook his head, expressing his disagreement with Zhou Tian's words, he looked at Zhou Tian and said in a very serious, serious tone with a hint of respect: "Zhou Tian, you haven't seen that adult, so you don't know how powerful that adult is, he seems to be able to predict the future, omnipotent." ”

"Really?" Zhou Tian still had that disapproving expression.

Wei Long is also a human spirit, and at first he was shocked by Zhou Tian's question and sweated, but after a few minutes, he finally returned to his former appearance.

"Mr. Zhou, if your enemy is that adult, I advise you to go as far as you want, hide as far as you want, and never mention the idea of revenge." Wei Long looked at Zhou Tian and persuaded very sincerely: "Because you will never be the opponent of that adult, people like you and me are high in the eyes of others, but in the eyes of that adult, they are tantamount to ants." ”

"Ants?" Zhou Tian sneered and said, "My life is up to me, it's a god, and I will bite off a piece of his flesh." ”

Wei Long agreed with Zhou Tian's ambition, but he expressed regret for Zhou Tian's immeasurable enthusiasm.

The two sat down and chatted for a while, and then went home.

Zhou Tian, who returned to the hotel, didn't close his eyes all night, and his mind was full of the mysterious man who claimed to be a god and even Wei Long was afraid.

Early the next morning.

He got up early, went straight to the airport, and five hours later, he appeared in the Qingsong Cemetery in Linxian County.

It used to be a barren mountain, bare and nothing, and in the new millennium, it was bought by a southern boss and turned into a cemetery.

Old Man Zhou is buried here.

Of course, this is Li Weiguo's handiwork, that is Zhou Tian is still in the sword rain, Zhou Xiaomei is still injured and lying in bed, the only one who can help do things is Li Weiguo.

Zhou Tian arrived at the cemetery, and walked straight in the direction Li Weiguo said.

Reform and opening up have broadened the people's horizons a lot, and also made their minds a lot more lively.

Many villagers near the cemetery set up stalls at the entrance of the cemetery to start a business, and what they sold was nothing more than some sacrificial supplies, incense, candles and fruit baskets. In the past, there was still burning paper, but with the rise of people's civilized tomb sweeping, many people turned burning paper into flowers.

Others are still clinging to the old traditions, but with a large iron bucket in front of their stalls.

When a customer buys burnt paper, the boss will give an envelope-like thing, and then write the name of the deceased on it, and finally put it in the iron tong to burn it.

As soon as Zhou Tian entered the cemetery, he was stared to death by those small stall owners, these small stall owners were all very powerful, and when they saw that Zhou Tian was not dressed like ordinary people, he was expected to be a big customer, and they immediately shouted at him.

"Handsome guy, I have everything here, plum pot sports cars, English villas, ......."

"Handsome guy, I still have a foreign domestic ...... here."

"Handsome guy, I'm ...... here."

Zhou Tian walked towards the stall closest to him, and when he came to him, he pointed to a flower basket and asked, "How do you sell flower baskets?" ”

"One hundred and twenty-five dollars a piece." The boss was a shrewd middle-aged man, and after looking at Zhou Tian, he forcibly sold a flower basket of fifty yuan for one hundred and twenty-five yuan.

"One hundred and twenty-five dollars?" Zhou Tian frowned and began to think about how many flower baskets he wanted to buy.

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged boss thought that Zhou Tian was too expensive, and explained: "Boss, look at your dress like a nobleman, a nobleman buys expensive things, how can he say that it is expensive." ”

Zhou Tian smiled, "Bring me two." ”

"Okay." The boss picked out two flower baskets, patted his head with his hand, and said, "Noble, this price is a little unlucky, or you are picking something else in my stall, such as burning paper or something, so you can raise a good number." ”

"Isn't it time to stop burning paper?" Zhou Tian asked rhetorically.

"Nobleman, I have to say two words to you, going to the grave to burn paper is a tradition handed down from my country, and besides, the days above us are good, and the days below the old man can't be cold." After the boss finished speaking, he pointed to the big iron bucket next to him with his hand and said: "It's burned in this iron pass, and then entrusted to the prefecture express, isn't everything solved?" ”

Zhou Tian thought about it carefully, and immediately said to the boss: "You get me some, and the last piece is money." ”

"Okay, okay, I have a plum pot sports car, an English villa, an African housekeeper, and household appliances all available, do you want to give you a package?"

"Okay." Zhou Tian is also a rich man now, and he is unwilling to bargain with other villagers.

The boss took the calculator, calculated it "papapa", and said to Zhou Tian: "A total of five thousand seven hundred and six, you can give five thousand seven." ”

The transaction between the two sides was completed quickly, and when the boss burned the house car for Mr. Zhou, a group of black-clothed people wearing black suits and ties appeared at the entrance of the cemetery, and among them were surrounded by a beautiful woman of twenty-five or sixteen years old, and there was an old man wearing a Taoist robe on the left side of the woman, which was estimated to be a feng shui master.