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"Heh, heh."

Yang Busi signs a sneer, not "hehe", it is "hehe, he", the interval between the two "hehe" is one second, and each "he" sound must be accented and emphasized.

The old mansion was originally a well-preserved one, with blue tiles and white walls, cornices and arched walls, and there were more than a dozen large and small rooms carefully counted.

Now there is only one room left in front of me, a fatal one.

"Crunch ......"

Yang Busi waved his hand to block the oncoming wisp of fine ash, covered his nose and coughed dryly.

The room was empty, and even the slightest sound was rendered shockingly and humming.

"Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack."

Yang Busi didn't need to think, he knew what the problem was.

The red paper is still the same red paper in the early years, high on the wall, and there were words on the red paper, which was originally covered with a piece of red silk.

After Yang Busi's accident that year, grandma replaced the original red silk with another piece of red paper, and tightly sealed the red paper full of words underneath.

Grandma had already said, "Seal but not destroy, die but not extinguish." ”

"Dependent origin and extinction, whether it is karma or karma, just look at the person on the other side of the world, between the lips and teeth, who is imprinted on whom."

Grandma said: "No, how can a piece of red paper erase the dust, the dust is the dust, the four lives are red dust, this life is destined to have no fate with the Buddha, so grandma promises you a lifetime of Tao fruit, cultivate the vast right path of the wind and the moon." But if you have it in your life, whether it's karma or good karma, it depends on how you grasp it. The avenue is three thousand, the right Buddha is respected, the left is respected, and only the 'four-in-one sect' is big in the world. Monks should not have such comparisons. Grandma is a mortal after all, if you can be the only one, grandma's contemporary world Xuanmen will thank you and bow her head. ”

Grandma's words, Yang Busi had time to ponder in his heart, many years have passed, and the only thing Yang Busi has figured out today is two things.

First, the red paper is destined by himself, and he can't escape.

Second, in the Xuanmen of the world, there is something called "Four-in-One Sect", which seems to be quite awesome, very awesome.

Yang Bu's four sons are not very tall, about 1.75 meters.

Standing up straight in the face of the red paper, the red paper was just one head higher than Yang Busi, and Yang Busi had to raise his head to see the red paper clearly.

"As soon as I came up, I gave the master the whole dismount, I knew that the mat would increase when I went out, and I would look at you on my stomach."

Saying two witty words is Yang Busi's way of cheering himself up.

If you can, you can be as witty as him, and in this situation, running away is the king.

"To reveal or not to reveal?"

"When will it be revealed, and from which angle?"

A series of questions, like a ghost, hid in Yang Busi's mind, jumping here and there.

"Fuck your uncle." Yang Busi scolded.

"Dao Wuji, Xuanxin is upright, my name is Yang Busi, I am a hooligan, who am I afraid of, expose your uncle."

"Snort~"

It's a very refreshing experience to have your body faster than your mind.

Yang Busi pressed his whole hand on the red paper, and his five fingers quickly bent back and violently.

The snort sounded, and with a bang, Yang Busi only felt that there was a good overturning of the river and the sea in his mind, and the feeling of dizziness came to his face.

Consciousness is like dead ashes, and Yang Busi, who fell to the ground, is like a dead man, and his posture is a little weird.

The dizziness did not last long, and in a moment, Yang Busi woke up from the darkness. Consciousness is fully restored.

The red paper fell to the ground, and there was another one on the wall, densely filled with words.

Yang Busi revealed, and really uncovered the red paper.

I didn't have time to get up from the ground, so I tightened my collar first.

It's too cold, one fell down as if it had traveled through centuries, the last second the spring flowers bloomed, and now count nine ice caves.

Yang Busi was sure that he was right, and there were still broken ice ballast on the MD wall.

"Boy, you're not a little daring."

Frightened, Yang Busi quickly turned around twice in a second.

The second time I looked back was to verify that I was wrong the first time.

"I'm rough!"

Yang Busi never swears, and he was really stupid by the situation in front of him at this time.

Ghosts, a room full of ghosts.

Ghosts are not scary, the house is full of ghosts, bustling shoulder to shoulder, and there are even a few guys who are more fearful than black (sai) ghosts.

"Powerful ghost", this word made him confused and even collapsed again in the moment when Yang Busi's consciousness was clear.

Not to mention Yang Busi, even if it is the third aunt and grandmother in the car, they may not be able to settle all the genius treasures in this house.

"A small life is at stake"

If he could, Yang Busi would cut off his right hand the moment he reached out to uncover the paper.

Looking at the other party's clothes, it is obvious that he has been dead for some years. The shallow clothes are tattered, and they are dressed as civilians in the eighties and nineties. The heat is deep, it is very exaggerated, a fat man is wearing a staff suit, and two big men are actually wearing a Qing Dynasty navy horse coat.

The Qing Dynasty Navy was established in 1888, when the Qing government was frightened by the Japanese and engaged in a "gradual study of the East".

At that time, the navy uniforms were unified all over the world, and all Western-style naval uniforms were used.

Only China is different, it has its own soldiers' uniforms and officers' uniforms. The soldier's uniform is ugly, similar to the ancient prison uniform, no wonder the Qing Dynasty navy has no status. The officer's uniform is a little better, a Chinese-style horse coat.

"You're here to welcome the people in my lobby and open a mountain and establish a sect?"

The fat man in the outer clothes, the meaning of his words did not seem to have the urge to directly pinch Yang Busi to death.

"Yes, no, the fourth is to expose the people in our lobby to open a mountain and establish a sect, let's go out to see a doctor."

"Are the people in the lobby ready?"

"What kind of people in the lobby, aren't all our family horses here?" Yang Busi looked confused, but then reacted: "Oh yes, the people of the five halls are all ready, just wait for the return of all the immortals in our Qingfeng Hall." ”

"If so, why are you the only one who came today? Could it be that the immortal brothers of the five main halls dislike us and other Tsing Yi smoke souls, and refuse to go out to greet them in person? ”

Years of experience as a radio host have cultivated Yang Busi's ability to adapt to changes and insert his life.

"You're here to welcome the people in my hall and set up a sect."

Although Yang Busi has never seen this kind of thing in the horse hall, he is a person in the Xuanmen. There are three thousand avenues in the world, Yang Busi doesn't dare to say everything clearly, but Yang Busi still knows more about the bright face like the horse hall.

This room is a ghost, and the breeze and smoke soul in the mouth of the horse hall. Open the mountain and establish the sect. Obviously, these guys think of themselves as disciples who invite them to go out to see a doctor.

But why is it yourself, who unveils the red paper, who is the disciple of the horse? Apparently not.

Looking at the previous sentence "not small", these guys have to look good for themselves.

But why did it suddenly change and open a mountain and establish a sect, could it be that this was the agreement that grandma made with them back then?

Ready?

The five main halls?

What's going on?

"Why are you the only one who came, do you dislike that we are a group of faceless people, and those guys refuse to greet them in person."

Inexplicably questioned, Yang Busi's mind turned sharply, and he shouldn't have said a word for a long time.

At this time, life is at stake, and if you don't speak, you will be scolded by the sky, and if you say the wrong thing, you will die.