Although I was dizzy, the thought of having the opportunity to get Ghost Dew and thus find a way to find Han Xiaolin's soul, I still managed to take a taxi. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info maybe women will take this little problem of headache and brain fever seriously, but as a big man, buddy, I am not so hypocritical.

According to the address Zhuo Yi said, the car soon arrived at the door of a villa, and when my brother saw me coming here, he asked with envy: "Little brother, do you have relatives with this family?" ”

I glanced at the magnificent building, gasped, and smiled bitterly in my heart, if I had such a rich relative, would I still catch ghosts and play with my life? But after thinking about it, it's not right, as a big man, you still have to rely on yourself for everything, and you can only be practical if you spend the money you earn through your own efforts, even if it's your wife's, yes, my brother must make money, and I must not let that girl support my brother.

Ahem, what do you want! I put aside my boring thoughts, paid for the car and pushed the door open.

To say that this rich man will indeed enjoy, this is not the prosperous area of Shanghai, but the environment is particularly quiet, the road to the birds and flowers everywhere, close your eyes as if you are in the wild of the mountains and flowers, even the air is filled with the quiet away from the hustle and bustle, open your eyes and it is like a European castle-like building, look up and you can see the Oriental Pearl in the distance, sitting on the prosperity.

At this time, on both sides of the road outside this luxury villa, there are already full of cars, what Porsche, Lamborghini, Ferrari and other famous cars, parked full, like a grand auto show, seeing these luxury cars of millions at every turn, I suddenly have a sense of depression that I can't breathe, hey, it's really "Zhumen wine and meat stinky road has frozen bones", rich people can be worried about how to spend money, those migrant workers who work in the city are still working hard to be able to earn some money to go home and build a few decent houses.

If it weren't for the "Spirit Flag" hanging in front of the gate, I would have thought I was in the wrong place.

Walking into the courtyard, it was full of people, they were talking softly in the shade of the trees, all dressed brightly, dressed meticulously, when they saw me, the old hat dressed in the sling, they all cast curious eyes at me, probably wondering how a person like me could appear in a place like them would only appear in the upper class of them.

Don't think about it, these guys who are either rich or expensive are here to mourn the dead. This society is like this, if you have money and power, the people who befriend you will come to you like a torrent and circle around you, if you have no money and no power, even the wild cats and wild dogs on the side of the road will not bother to hang you.

When I walked to the door, an old man in a Mao suit, who looked to be in his sixties, reached out and stopped me: "Sir, who are you?" ”

"I'm a friend of Takuichi." I am neither humble nor arrogant.

"It turned out to be the Heavenly Master of Qing Bao Zhai, you come with me, our host has been waiting for you for a long time." The old man's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he made a gesture of please to me.

I was secretly surprised in my heart, I couldn't imagine that Zhuo Yi's name was so big, could it be that old boy really removed the Demon Guardian Dao every night?

After the old man walked into the hall, he asked me to sit on a sofa and wait, and walked quickly towards a group of people, and when I saw that I didn't know anyone on the sofa, I didn't sit down, but simply stood and looked at the huge living room.

I have to say that this living room is really not ordinarily large, it is estimated to be larger than the two-bedroom apartment of ordinary people, with hundreds of square meters. The living room is surrounded by white, and an offering table is placed in the center of the hall, with cigarette smoke on it, and a crystal coffin full of flowers can be seen beyond the offering table.

I turned my gaze back to the offering table and looked at the girl's black-and-white photograph.

The girl looks very quiet, with a melon seed face, delicate facial features, and a quiet temperament, this appearance can be regarded as middle and upper-class, and with a little dress, she must be an incomprehensible beauty embryo.

Hey, it's a pity that such a sunny big girl, at an age like a flower and jade, is so fragrant and jade.

I was lamenting the impermanence of life when I saw the old man leading a middle-aged couple out of the crowd.

The man was in his forties, with a slender figure and a dignified appearance, and it can be imagined that he was definitely a handsome and dashing boy when he was young, and the man was surrounded by a beautiful noblewoman, his face was full of sorrow, his big eyes were bloodshot, and his face was still stained with tears.

Both of them were dressed in black, with flowers pinned to their chests, and their expressions were gloomy.

The man walked up to me and grabbed my hand, and said in a deep voice: "In Xia Tang Zhe, dare to ask the name of the Heavenly Master?" ”

Tang Zhe's face did not have the contempt that others had when they saw me, which made me have a good impression of him, and I said with a solemn expression: "In Xia Yuan Luo, Tang Shizhu also asks for condolences!" ”

Tang Zhe said: "The matter of the little girl is going to trouble Yuan Tianshi." ”

"I will do my best to give Ling Yan a ride and cross her to Elysium as soon as possible." I said to Tang Zhe.

"Then thank you Yuan Tianshi." After Tang Zhe finished speaking to me, he turned his head and said to the old man, "Uncle Qian, you can take Yuan Tianshi to rest first." ”

Seeing that it was still early, I followed the old man named Uncle Qian up to the third floor, and Uncle Qian led me into a guest room, and beckoned the maid to bring me snacks and tea, anyway, he was very enthusiastic about me.

My head was really dizzy, and when Uncle Qian left, I lay down on the bed and sent a text message to Han Xiaolin, saying that my fifth uncle would not go back if he came to eat and shop with him, and then threw the phone on the bedside table and fell asleep dizzily.

When I woke up, I saw that the sky outside was already dark, but the Tang family didn't come to call me, I was a little embarrassed, and quickly put on my shoes and went down to the ground.

When I walked to the living room, the mourners were gone, Tang Zhe and his wife were not there, and the hall seemed very empty and deserted.

There was a person kneeling on the futon in front of the table, it looked like a woman from the back, she was crying while burning paper money, Uncle Qian and a few servants were persuading him, persuading Uncle Qian to also turn his back and wipe his tears, looking very sad.

Uncle Qian happened to see me after wiping his tears, and greeted me respectfully: "Yuan Tianshi, did you make a noise?" ”

"No, no." I hurriedly waved my hand and said, "Uncle Qian, don't call me Heavenly Master, just call me Xiaoluo if you don't dislike it." ”

"Okay, Yuan Tianshi." Uncle Qian nodded, but when he called me, he still called me "Yuan Tianshi".

"Uncle Qian, Second Miss, she fainted." A maid hugged the girl and exclaimed.

Uncle Qian and I hurriedly ran over, and when I saw the girl's face, I was stunned, why was she?