Chapter 187: The Horror of the Villa, the Third Night Noble

When Lu Qiushi woke up, he found himself lying on the ground, surrounded by a group of imps, looking at himself curiously, and whispering at the same time.

"This is the arrogant Lu Qiushi?"

"He's the one who made His Royal Highness King Qin Guang angry?"

"I heard that he is a ghost guard, it seems that he is still a supernumerary."

"Can he still enter the Ghost Guard?"

"Shhh, be quiet, I heard that he is related to His Royal Highness King Qin Guang."

"Nonsense, I heard that he is the illegitimate son of His Royal Highness King Qin Guang, otherwise his ghost power will be lost this time, why would His Royal Highness King Qin Guang personally restore his ghost power for him?"

Lu Qiushi couldn't listen to it anymore, and let these uninformed little ghosts continue to talk, and he didn't know how to arrange himself.

He turned over and got up from the ground, blasting away the little ghosts who were talking around him, and then he saw that he was in the palace of King Qin Guang.

Seeing him wake up, he had his own little ghost to report to King Qin Guang. King Qin Guang, accompanied by the judge, went to the main hall, sat behind the desk in the main hall, and complained: "Little ghost Lu Qiushi, what did you do, your soul is so weak that it is on the verge of dissipation, do you know that if you are not sent back to the underworld in time, you will disappear at this time!" ”

"Who sent me back?"

Lu Qiushi had plans to return to the underworld to move troops, but he remembered that he was in a coma and didn't have time to return to the underworld. According to King Qin Guang, there was a ghost who sent him back, who was it, and why did he send him back?

"You don't care who it is, this king has already said that he will send a master to help you."

Master? Could it be a sunspot? Lu Qiushi pouted, the sunspot was a greedy dog who was afraid of death from beginning to end. Since he was forced to take the sunspot home, he has encountered ghosts several times in a row, and the sunspot has not helped at all, so he is also worthy of being called a master?

Lu Qiushi has no time to think about this, Zhang Panny and the others are still in the villa, he must move his troops back to eliminate the evil ghosts, otherwise Zhang Panny and the others will be in danger.

"Don't mention that master. Old Qintou, you hurry up and send me some real masters to return to the yang world with me, 100,000 is in a hurry! ”

Seeing that Lu Qiu was in a hurry, King Qin Guang smiled in his heart. He said slowly: "Don't worry, what happened, you first explain it to this king." ”

Lu Qiushi understood that King Qin Guang was making things difficult for him, but he had to obey others. He hurriedly told the story of what happened in the villa, and suddenly remembered the "dead and alive" mentioned by Xuanyuan Hao, and couldn't help asking:

"Old Qintou, what is a dead and alive person?"

King Qin Guang was stunned for a moment, and only after half a sound did he ask rhetorically, "Why do you ask this?" ”

The night of the third day quietly fell. Just after half past seven o'clock in the evening, the hall on the first floor of Wang Hongran's villa was empty, and it had long lost the excitement of the previous two nights. Fortunately, the demon seems to have been really injured by Lu Qiushi, and he didn't come out to harm people during the day.

Zhao Tiansong returned to his room to recuperate, although Yang Lao had eliminated the ghost qi on his body for him, but the body that was bitten off by the resentful baby needed to recuperate. Fortunately, the Wang family has money, and the various medicines and basic medical equipment that are always available at home are enough to ensure that he will not die due to wound infection.

The study on the second floor of the villa is typical of the Rococo style.

The walls are framed with delicate birch wood and ash nodulum thin skin, showing a strong texture and decoration; The furniture in the room repeatedly uses curved lines and asymmetrical carved patterns, and the surface uses vine-like decorative carvings with a strong sense of three-dimensionality; The parquet table tops are decorated with veneer and a small amount of gold and silver painted on the corners, giving the furniture a more pronounced traditional aesthetic

The Rococo style study furniture is matched with a light brown Chinese bookcase, and the bamboo bookcase decoration adds a bit of Chinese style to the study.

Wang Hongran sat silently on the boss's chair in the study, looking at Yang Lao on the other side of the desk with resignation, and lost his mind. On the wall behind him is a map of China, with a couplet hanging on either side of the caption:

Heaven is the chessboard star, who dares to play;

Resist the pipa road and draw the strings, only I can play.

Horizontal batch: Tengfa dominates.

Yang Lao looked at this friend who had aged dozens of years in one day, and wanted to persuade him, but he couldn't open his mouth.

In the more than 20 years they have known each other, Wang Hongran has always given him a high-spirited and self-respecting feeling, and he never seems to know what is called difficulty. For more than 20 years of development, the company has experienced countless ups and downs, and hostile forces from different levels have not been taken into account by him, and finally all of them were defeated by him.

But now Wang Hongran, like an ordinary bad old man, is waiting for the final verdict of death as if he was resigned to his fate.

Xuanyuan Hao never came back, and the fool understood that he must be dead. During the day, Yang Lao once calculated that the noble person in Wang Junlin's fate was gone. When he told Wang Hong the news, Wang Hongran became like this.

Wang Hongran, who has been calling for wind and rain for decades, has only one weakness, that is, his son Wang Junlin. His son is his lifeline, and when his son has no chance to live, Wang Hongran loses the meaning of survival.

The tunic lamp on the ceiling of the study was not turned on, and the crystal cover floor lamp at the four corners of the study was not turned on, only a wall-suction lamp behind Wang Hongran emitted a dim light, hitting his back on the boss's desk and wooden floor, and pulling out a long figure.

"Hong Ran, you have to cheer up, I've never seen you like this. Even when your company was coerced by black and white and faced bankruptcy, you never frowned! Yang Lao broke the silence for hours, and he couldn't stand the pressure of his best friend's silence.

The idea was his, and a few days ago Wang Hongran was full of confidence because of his suggestion. Yang Lao felt a little guilty in his heart, if it weren't for him, maybe Wang Hongran would have a better choice.

"Hong Ran, maybe things are not as bad as you think, and the results of my calculations during the day seem to be a bit problematic. The nobleman is either still alive or dead, and it should not be concluded that the nobleman is gone. What's more, I have seen Junlin today, and judging from his face, the result of his catastrophe is still thrilling! ”

When it came to his son, Wang Hongran's eyes moved, he slowly opened his mouth, and said desperately: "You don't have to comfort me, what's the difference between a noble person not seeing and dying?" Xuanyuan Hao has been up for so long, and he hasn't come down yet, what else can he be if he is not dead? ”

Yang Lao was speechless when asked, his physiognomy was not the most proficient, but the most proficient was his hexagram number and feng shui layout.

The conclusion drawn from Wang Junlin's physiognomy is that the evil is auspicious, and tonight will be able to turn the corner into safety; However, his divination showed that the noble man of Wang Junlin's fate had disappeared. Could it really be that his physiognomy was wrong? He decided to calculate again to see if Wang Junlin's catastrophe was murderous or auspicious.

The bell in the hall rang eight times, like the drum of death beating on Wang Hongran's heart, each heavier than the other. As the bell rang, the muscles on his face throbbed eight times.

"It's coming, it's coming, it's always coming."

After the bell stopped, Wang Hongran muttered to himself.

"I know that I, Wang Hongran, have been unclean all these years and have done a lot of hurtful things. What retribution is coming at me, I have absolutely no complaints, but why should I hurt my son. My son is still young, he is not involved in my business at all, why should the retribution fall on his head......"

Yang Lao didn't listen to Wang Hongran's self-talk, his mouth opened wider and wider as the calculation progressed, and his face showed an expression of disbelief.

As soon as he finished the calculation, he stood up abruptly and said to Wang Hongran excitedly:

"Hong Ran! I just calculated it again, the noble man is still there, Junlin is saved, we are saved! ”