Xu Biao had already married his daughter-in-law at that time, and began to prepare for the establishment of Baohu Construction Company, so he simply led the construction team to change the ticket room, dragged electricity and water from his shoe store, bought a refrigerator, color TV, and a small bed, and transformed a good place for Wu Feng to have a tryst. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Later, there was Wu Dawei in Bao County, and Wu Feng's father-in-law was angry, so Wu Feng's family was well-off, and he brought a passbook directly to the door for the first time, and the father-in-law and mother-in-law looked at this son-in-law more and more pleasing to the eyes, and he also smiled when he went out, and praised his son-in-law for having the ability to meet people.

However, the daughter's unmarried pregnancy could not be known to the neighbors, and the old couple urged the Wu family to handle the marriage, and after the marriage, Wu Feng returned to his hometown in Zhenjiang with his wife, and after half a year, Wu Dawei was born.

"If I hadn't waited for you to come, I'd have guarded this place." Xu Biao sweated like rain, "Walking at night, there are fewer people watching recently." ”

On this day, not only Wang Zhihui and a group of people were busy in the county old street, but the three old men were not idle.

Three old men arrived at the scene of the murder early in the morning.

"The old ghost has had a good life in this life." The three old men strolled leisurely around Xu Biao's castle.

"So rich." Izumo's eyes looked around, wondering if he could find the old ghost to ask for donations, the income of the Maoshan faction was almost unable to support daily expenses.

Cha Dajun spat two puffs of cigarette in front of him, the first puff of cigarette rolled into a human shape in front of his eyes, and the second puff of smoke was like a sledgehammer, smashing the ghost in the smoke to pieces.

"Old smoker, take a break, this lonely ghost will go with it, and that heart blindly." Hu 18 persuaded.

"Get used to it." Cha Dajun waved the smoke in front of him.

Hu Eighteen wanted to persuade again, but Izumo glanced at him, and Hu Eighteen swallowed back the words that came to his lips and sighed.

"In the end, I studied under my Maoshan faction, and this place was well chosen." Izumo held the compass in his hand, turned around, and praised it.

"Shangyang ****, it seems that there is a basement." Izumo seemed to have a map in his hand, wandering around.

Knock, knock, knock.

The three old men walked down the stairs that Zha Renzhong had walked to the basement.

Izumo saw the coffin lid that was turned open on the ground, took out the Xuanguang mirror, and put it into the round hole in the coffin lid, no more, no less, just right.

"Zijing!" The three old men had grim faces.

The complete Xuanguang mirror is the mother and son mirror, which was cast by Tao Hongjing, the founder of the Maoshan faction, and was inherited from the heads of the past dynasties.

The coffin lid on the ground was obviously a trace of the sub-mirror inlay, and what shocked them was not the sub-mirror, but that there were other people who knew how to use the sub-mirror.

Zha Dajun and Hu Eighteen looked at Izumo.

"What are you two doing with me?" Izumo said unpleasantly.

"There are quite a few disciples of the Maoshan faction who have run down the mountain over the years."

"Those are all lay disciples, and they don't even know what the Xuanguang Mirror is." Izumo said stiffly, but in his heart he was recalling, if there were any inner disciples who had run away.

"It's even more impossible for me, I didn't even tell my grandson." Zha Dajun said.

"Don't look at me, I don't like these things you use." Hu Eighteen raised his head and said disdainfully.

"Then only the Wu family is left." Izumo pondered.

"Lao Wu died not long after, and his son was reluctant to learn this at the time, so when he grew up, he sold his old house and went to the sea to do business, and the inheritance of the Wu family was broken." Zha Dajun said.

"Who could that be?" The three old men couldn't think of a reason for breaking their heads.

"Who does he care? If you catch it, you'll know. Hu Eighteen said impatiently.

"Which one to find first? Old ghost or lud? Izumo asked.

"Let's find the old ghost, we three old men, together we are more than two hundred years old, can we still fight the wolf?" Hu 18 is still self-aware.

"Lao Hu, finding people is your forte, let's start?" Cha Dajun stood aside and smoked a cigarette leisurely.

"How do I find it? What kind of old ghost is there in this house? If you say you're looking for a lu, it's a bit reliable. Hu 18 muttered.

"Otherwise, let's look for Lu, you can't come for nothing." Izumo covered his nose, the smell of dampness in the basement was too bad, so hurry up and leave early.

Hu 18 took out a little hamster from his pocket, the little guy was bulging, fluffy, covered with snow-white hair, a gray thread on his back, and two small black bean-like eyes grew in front, which was very cute.

"Lao Hu, how did your painting style change? How can you raise such a cute hamster? It's still a silver fox! Izumo's eyes widened as he watched as the little hamster rolled into the coffin like a small snowball.

"You're the hamster!" Hu Shibai replied angrily, "I don't know, this is a corpse mink, raised from the zombie pile, it is particularly sensitive to zombies, and the white hair is because he has not seen ......the light of day since he was a child."

"Alright, alright, you don't have to explain." Izumo stopped Hu Eighteen, and no matter how beautiful things came out of his mouth, he felt disgusting.

The little snowball rolled out of the coffin, circled around the basement, and bounced to the ground.

The three old men followed closely, Izumo ran the fastest, and before the little snowball rolled out, he was already standing outside the house and taking a deep breath.

Tsk, tsk.

The corpse mink ran to the door and stopped, turned around and shouted at Hu Eighteen.

"What's wrong?" Izumo ran back and asked nervously, "Won't Lu still be in the house?" ”

Hu Shibai glanced at him, "Look at you like you're cowardly, corpse mink doesn't like the sun." ”

Hu Shibai took the corpse mink back into his arms and strode forward, "Come with me." ”

"Lao Hu, are you leaving?"

The three old men walked from the suburbs to the county seat.

Izumo was sweating profusely, and his flower shirt was damp against his body.

"It's impossible for Lu to hide in the downtown area, so where can I hide?" Izumo questioned.

"What so much nonsense, don't dry your mouth, you look at the old smoker, there is not a word." Hu Shibai wiped the sweat from his face and said unhappily, "The reaction given by the corpse mink will not be wrong." ”

The sanitation office of Bao County is built next to the river in the inner city not far from the commercial street of Bao County, the two-storey small building of white bricks and green tiles is close to the bridge pier, looking from a distance, people who do not understand still think it is a public toilet, the large open space at the entrance of the sanitation department is placed with cleaning vehicles and garbage trucks, and the remaining open space is occupied by the private cars of nearby residents.

The three old men stood at the door of the sanitation office and looked up at the words on the door.

Hu 18 followed the guidance of the corpse mink and came to a three-wheeled garbage truck.

"Lu here?" Cha Dajun, who had not spoken, swallowed his saliva, moistened his smoking throat, and spoke.

"Old Hu, you let us follow you so far, my skin is tanned, don't tell me that Lu came here to be a cleaner."

Hu Shibai didn't speak, thinking to himself, it shouldn't be, how could the corpse mink make a mistake.