After thinking about it for a long time, this was the first time that Wu Ming seriously thought about his life, but this state did not last long, and he was quickly defeated by instinct. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Money is important or alive, money is important, but there is no life and money is a fart, and it is also a painful thing to have a life and no money, which is really a complicated issue.

Wu Ming finally decided not to go, but Wu Ming was also afraid that the ghost would find his rental house, so he called his friend to see who could take him in.

Because Wu Ming had just been in prison recently, none of the fox friends who usually called him brothers and sisters wanted to take him in. Wu Ming was very lonely in his heart, and he was really realistic.

The last phone on the address book. Tang Tang is a fat man, stingy and picky, Wu Ming hasn't contacted him for a long time, because he did the business of dead people, his name is Lin Baoxuan, everyone felt unlucky, so they turned Tang Fat out of the door. Although Wu Ming didn't have that idea, everyone didn't contact him, so he followed the crowd at the beginning.

After staring at this number for a long time, Wu Ming finally dialed the phone, but he didn't report too many thoughts, after all, those people who are usually like brothers have an indifferent attitude.

"Tang Tang!"

"Brother Ming, I haven't been in touch for a long time, how are you doing?"

"I ...... I'll be blunt, something has happened lately. ”

"I can't borrow money, and I'm too poor to open the pot."

Don't you want to be so realistic, but Wu Ming didn't complain, although everyone had a good relationship when he was a child, since Tang Fatzi opened Lin Baoxuan, there has been no contact, and people's attitude is normal.

"I don't borrow money, do you have land? I want to go and stay there for a few days. ”

"I'm pretty spacious, but they're all dead people's stuff, if you don't like it, come here."

"Okay, I'll go over now."

Tang Fatzi laughed when he heard this, and Wu Ming asked in wonder, "What are you laughing at?" ”

"Finally saw someone who didn't mix as well as me."

"Damn!"

I came directly to Lin Baoxuan, the fat man, and this store is the place where the paper money of the dead is sold. The name Lin Baoxuan was named because Tang Fatzi once saw a woman named Lin Baoxuan, and no one looked at him, but he fell in love with the woman at first sight, and specially opened such a dead man's supplies store and named it Lin Baoxuan.

As soon as I entered the house, I saw piles of dead people's paper money, yellow charms, beautifully made paper piercing people, everything. Anyway, it was fine, Wu Ming ordered takeout, bought a stack of beer at the small shop at the door, and the two chatted while drinking.

"When you were in school, you were known as the red-top businessman Tang, and you earned your own tuition fees, why did this business accompany you like this."

Fat Tang listened and sighed. Wu Ming didn't speak, and waited quietly. From Tang Fatman's expression, Wu Ming knew that this Tang Fatman must have encountered an insurmountable setback, otherwise how could he have done so.

"Growing up, I knew that this world was not easy to mix, but I felt that as long as I worked hard, people could get anything."

"That's a good idea."

"What a fart, I met a woman that year, you say, a beautiful big girl, she likes to deal with dead people, brother is not afraid, brother also opens a dead man supply store."

"Is there something wrong with the business strategy?"

"There's no business strategy at all, you see I'm doing something like that, but the roadside stalls sell better than me."

Saying this, Wu Ming also felt that something was wrong, Tang Fatzi's actuarial skills were first-class, how could it be so bad. Seeing that Wu Ming didn't understand, Tang Fatzi pointed to some yellow rune paper, which also had a red mark written in cinnabar.

"Those rune papers, others sell them for a hundred, and no one wants me to sell a piece."

"Are those people stupid?"

"Is the world all stupid?"

Wu Ming has never been in contact with this, so Tang Fatzi said: "These rune papers are copied from the Internet, and I bought cinnabar paintings by myself, I have art skills, and I think I am no worse than those masters on the Internet." At first, someone bought it, but then there was no one at all. I inquired about it, and I learned that the so-called talisman is only effective if the mana of inheritance is written. ”

"Inheritance of mana? I've read too many Xianxia novels. ”

"Don't you believe it?"

Wu Ming didn't dare to say that he didn't believe it, he hid here because of this, he originally looked at the charm, and felt that he had come to the right place, but as soon as Tang Tang said this, he began to worry about whether that Qiu Ming would find it.

"I believe it!"

"In our city, people who have inherited mana have all joined an organization called the Spirit Association, and Lin Baoxuan is also a person in charge of the Spirit Association. They have a monopoly on this business, and I'm such a bad mess. ”

Wu Ming thought about whether to tell Tang Fatzi about what he had seen the hell. After thinking about it, I didn't say it in the end. The two drank and chatted, and after a while, Tang Tang fell asleep, and Wu Ming also brushed his teeth and lay on the bed, and he was about to fall asleep in a daze.

At this time, at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Wu Ming, who was in a daze and half asleep, suddenly felt a burst of cold air break into the room, and his hairs stood up all of a sudden, and his drowsiness disappeared. couldn't help but think, he still didn't avoid Qiu Ming, he still came in.

Wu Ming didn't have a good way, he just turned over and pretended to sleep. At this time, Wu Ming heard the dull voice of Tang Fatzi's low struggle.

Wu Ming didn't dare to squeak, he knew in his heart that this ghost was messing with Tang Fat, he was thinking of a way, how could he deal with this Qiu Ming. The sound of Tang Fatman's low struggle gradually rose, I don't know why the voice suddenly stopped, Tang Fatzi panted and turned over and got out of bed, selling heavy steps, and walked towards Wu Ming step by step.

"You can't control Lao Tzu."

Tang Fat Man shouted desperately, and at the same time, Wu Ming heard Tang Fat Man running out of the door in a panic. Wu Ming was still pretending to be asleep, he was expecting this ghost to leave, but this was not the case, he could feel that this guy was still in the house.

The ghost still found Wu Ming, and Wu Ming only felt a heavy force spreading from his legs upwards. Slowly reached his chest, pressing Wu Ming out of breath.

If it goes on like this, it's over.

Wu Ming struggled and let out a loud roar, turned over and sat up. At this moment, Wu Ming saw a woman in white coming out of the wall like lightning.

"A woman? It's not Qiu Ming. ”

At this time, Tang Fatzi also rushed in with a wooden stick and yelled: "Lao Tzu fought with you." Tang Fat shouted fiercely, but in fact, beads of sweat the size of beans slipped down his face, and his entire fat face was dead gray, not like a living person.

Tang Fatzi was scared to death, but he hadn't given up on Wu Ming, Wu Ming suddenly felt that although there was only one friend left, there was no choice, but it was the best choice.

Wu Ming secretly made a decision, he was going to that haunted house, and he was in danger of seeking wealth.