The main hall of Fugui Villa, a hall of 200 square meters, has a total of three clusters of yellow rosewood chairs, the east, west and south are arranged in a concave shape, and everyone on the seat looks solemn at this moment, and the atmosphere is very depressed and sullen.

Sitting on the throne of the north head in the middle is a majestic old man with a white beard, he is the old uncle of the Wanjia family.

Wan Fugui is the master of the ten thousand families, and when he falls, the entire ten thousand families are leaderless, and the three children of Wan Fugui are fighting among themselves and plotting for the position of heir.

At this moment of crisis, only this clan uncle Wan Lao can hold his position, and the primary purpose of holding this festival tonight is to exorcise evil spirits for Wan Fugui and to determine the successor of the new family.

"Why hasn't Xiao Yun come yet, Laifu, you go and urge her again." Wan Lao took the lead in breaking the dullness and greeted the people around him.

"No, Xiao Yun is here." Wan Xiaoyun walked into the hall proudly, first asked Wan Lao for peace, and then sat down in the east seat, Zhang Daling and Qin Yi also sat down on her left and right.

"It's good, everyone is in a meeting. According to the rules, the three of you tonight who invites a master who can cure your father's strange illness will be the first heir of the future Wanjia family, and you will have no opinion on the virtue of filial piety. Wan Lao glanced at everyone below and asked in a deep voice.

"When it comes to filial piety, our family treasure has traveled all over Jiangdong Province in the past half a month, and we have worked hard to ask all the Bodhisattvas and immortals, and we are willing to solve problems for the rich and noble." Sitting in the northern position, a noble woman said with a smug face.

"Mom, Jiabao solves his father's misfortunes and relieves difficulties, and he should be a little tired. I have invited seven masters this time, all of whom are famous people from all over the world, and they will definitely succeed tonight. The handsome young man sitting on the throne in the south got up and rushed to the woman who came up to the head with a slight smile and waved his hand arrogantly.

The seven people sitting beside him are also full of spring breeze, each stroking their beards, all of them are superior to the law, with this prestige, Wan Jiabao has the potential to win.

"Hmmm! Jiabao's filial piety is commendable. Wan Lao and the others nodded in approval.

Wan Xiaoyun said to Zhang Daling and Qin Yi quite worriedly: "His name is Wan Jiabao, he is my Sanniang's son, and my mother and eldest mother left early. Sanniang and Jiabao are very valued by their father, but he is a playboy who is very happy, and if the family falls into his hands, it will definitely be over. ”

"Don't worry, miss, the wine bag and rice bag can't get into the eyes of the real person, and it's not enough to worry about it." Zhang Daling glanced at it and said with arrogance.

"Yes, yes, with a real person in charge, I'm relieved." Wan Xiaoyun breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ruthless is the richest family!"

Wan Fugui is not dead, his three children are fighting to the death, although this time is to invite the master to help the fist, but in fact, it is the eight immortals across the sea, each showing their magical powers, for the key battle for the position of heir, the secret smell of smoke, smelling it.

"Square, what about you?" Wan Lao asked again.

Wan Square seems to be much older than Wan Xiaoyun and Wan Jiabao, slightly fat, with a faint smile on his face forever, looking like a timid and cowardly peacemaker. But Qin Yi could see through it at a glance, this person was a smiling tiger, and under his gold-rimmed glasses, there was a hidden resentful ambition.

"The square capacity is limited, and only one person is invited." Wan Fang helped his glasses and said humbly.

Sitting beside him was a thin and swarthy old man in a sackcloth robe, who seemed to be very stage frightened, with his head bowed, not saying a word, staring at his straw sandals in a daze. Compared with the master of Wanjiabao, the slag of the soil is very tasteless.

"Big brother, you just dragged a beggar from the street to make up for it, it's too unfilial." Wan Jiabao seized the opportunity and sneered.

Wan Fang smiled humbly and bitterly, and did not dare to argue. For a while, the uncles of Wanjia, who were sitting at the top, shook their heads, showing disdain, and decided that Wan Fangfang wanted to become the new head of Wanjia, and it was basically useless.

"Jiabao, you're too much, are you going to grab a lot of people in this world?" Wan Xiaoyun frowned and said unevenly.

"Yes, or second sister, you even bring your little white face to make up the numbers, it seems that we are indeed no one in Dongzhou." Wanjiabao is a fuel-efficient lamp, and the hippie smile immediately ridiculed each other.

Only then did everyone notice Qin Yi, and when they saw that he had a white face and looked like a student, he didn't look like a capable person at first glance, and they all immediately laughed.

"What nonsense are you talking about, people are famous living ......" In front of so many people, Wan Xiaoyun's face turned red, and she didn't have the confidence to call Qin Yi a living immortal, her voice was tight, and she sat down hatefully.

Qin Yi sneered and said nothing, his eyes were locked on the old man, and he secretly said in his heart: "Wan Xiaoyun, it can be regarded as your good luck to meet me Qin Yi, otherwise this ten thousand families will have nothing to do with you." ’

As he was talking, there was a sudden burst of eerie and weird laughter in the mansion, the laughter was neither yin nor yang, but it was extremely harsh, and it sounded uncomfortable!

The expressions of the people who were still laughing suddenly became solemn.

I only heard the upstairs door, bang! There was a loud bang.

Then a black shadow flew down from the upper floor, and smashed into the hall with a pop, and everyone saw that it was a corpse.

The one who died was the female nanny who served Wan Fugui, and the poor nanny was sucked dry of blood, her eyes were wide open, and her death was extremely hideous!

The timid, like Wan Xiaoyun's Sanniang Liu Wan, screamed in fright, covering her face and not daring to open her eyes.

"Even if you wine bags and rice bags dare to come to me, I will dig out your hearts, drink your blood, and eat your flesh tonight!"

Qin Yi looked up and saw that a middle-aged man in pajamas and an obese figure was standing on the railing on the second floor, laughing at the people below, and making a strange sound of half man and half woman in his mouth.

As he spoke, the fat man fell on the big chandelier on the top of the hall with a sigh, and with a slight swing, he fell down steadily, smiling and despising all the masters of the Dao Sect, without the slightest fear.

"Dad!" Wan Xiaoyun was surprised and was about to step forward.

"Miss, Boss Wan has been possessed by a powerful ghost, and he can't get close." Zhang Daling hurriedly grabbed her.

Wan Fugui's long fat head and big ears, the big face that was originally full of red light, is as white as paper at the moment, with blood-colored cracks on it, his eyes are scarlet like blood, and his whole body is full of yin qi, which is exactly the state of being possessed by a powerful ghost.

"It's so strong Yin Qi, the cultivation is not bad, even among the vampons, it should be considered strong." Qin Yi gently parted the bridge of his nose, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

Wan Jiabao was anxious to make meritorious contributions, earning face in front of the elders of the family, and immediately glanced at the masters who were invited.

"Bold ghost, dare to be so rampant, do you really deceive me Dongzhou Dao Cultivator?" When he landed, a Taoist with long hair and a shawl let out a loud shout, holding a peachwood sword in his left hand and sticking a talisman in his right hand, and walked to Wan Fugui.

"Who is this?" Seeing that the Taoist was like a rainbow, Wan Lao couldn't help but ask.

Wan Jiabao proudly introduced: "This Xue Dongshan Dao Chief, he is a master of Nanhe County, and he is known as Xiao Zhong Kui in the local area. ”

"Okay, Jiabao has a heart, with the help of Dongshan Road, wealth and wealth are saved." Wan Lao nodded with great relief, and valued Wan Jiabao again.

Xue Dongshan drank heavily, silently recited the mantra, and a familiar rune paper approached the face of Wan Fugui.

"Pardon!"

The rune paper burst into flames and burst into a burst of yellow light.

"Good! Good means! What a hand! Everyone was amazed and hurriedly responded to the lottery and shouted!

"Jie Ji, just a yellow rune paper, dare to use it to offer ugliness?" Wan Fugui sneered, and suddenly opened his mouth to swallow the talisman fire.

"This!" Xue Dongshan Dao was shocked, and thanks to his experience, he bit his finger and slashed the blood on the peach wood sword, and stabbed it according to Wan Fugui's heart.

Syllable!

He only felt that the peachwood sword seemed to be pierced on the steel plate, and it was actually broken in response, and when he wanted to retreat, it was too late.

Wan Fugui stretched out his hand to pinch his neck, as relaxed as catching a chicken, and his big hand clasped on his head and twisted it hard. only heard the sound of cracking the neck bone, and Xue Dongshan's head had already made a 360-degree turn around his neck, and he died on the spot.

"With this little ability, you dare to come out and catch ghosts, don't you have a powerful character in the mortal world?" Wan Fugui threw away Xue Dongshan's corpse and asked gloomily.

Killing one person between raising his hands, the cheers of the people of the Wan family swallowed back their stomachs, and they looked at Wan Jiabao with embarrassed faces.

Wan Jiabao didn't expect that Xue Daochang, who had spent millions of dollars, would have his neck broken in one round, and immediately looked at the person next to him tremblingly, "Li, Master Li, what do you think this can do?" ”

"Young Master Wan, don't worry, with my Donghe Li lame here, just a ghost, not a person waiting to die?" The man slapped the table, got up, and limped out into the hall.