Xiao An and Fang Wen were still chatting about Zhang Xiao, the bell at the door suddenly rang, and a ghost came in, with a yellow complexion, a big hole on his arm, and blood was still flowing out, Xiao An frowned, the ghost who came in was a middle-aged man, seeing Xiao An frowning and asking Xiao An curiously, "Can you see me?" ”

Xiao An: "Nonsense! Am I not staring at you? ”

The middle-aged man clenched his fists with both hands and bowed to the ground, "It seems that it is a Taoist friend~ Please also ask Taoist friends to do me a favor~"

Xiao An: "Fellow Daoist? What are you? ”

Middle-aged man: "I taught myself a way to make money." ”

Xiao An: "I'm the Underworld's Spirit Bound Emissary, and I'm not with you. ”

The middle-aged man opened his eyes, "I'll go?" Is there really an underworld? ”

Xiao An: "Of course~ Otherwise, how could I appear?" ”

The ghost of the middle-aged man immediately became shorter, and knelt on the ground, "Shangxian is above, please help me, just my son's life!" ”

Xiao An looked strange: "Huh? Arise and say, arise and say, your son..."

Middle-aged man "My son is going to die~Please save my son~"

Xiao An: "Huh? Your son is dying? How can I save me if I die? ”

The middle-aged man "You can save it, you just need to take out his little God of Wealth~"

Xiao An: "What do you mean?" I don't understand, I don't understand..."

Middle-aged man "That's it, I've been fond of gods and ghosts since I was a child, and once I accidentally heard a story about the little God of Wealth from my grandfather..."

It turned out that a middle-aged man overheard his grandfather talk about it when he was young, and when his grandfather was young, there was a big family, Zhang Dahu! The reason why the family is rich is because of the support of a little God of Wealth, his grandfather also liked the things of gods and ghosts when he was young, so he went to inquire, but the news that came out of the inquiry was also very vague, and after thinking about it, he decided to go and see it himself, so he went to Zhang Dahu's house to work, because of his carpentry skills, he was soon recognized by Zhang Dahu, and he was able to speak, and within two years, he became Zhang Dahu's cronies, and once he drank with Zhang Dahu, Zhang Dahu drank too much, and talked about the small God of Wealth.

Zhang Dahu "You don't know~ I have a strange disease in my family~ that is, people can't live to be 60 years old, and I'm fifty-seven years old this year~ I'm almost gone~ The most terrible thing is that I have no children and no daughters, how can this be good~"

The man began to comfort Zhang Dahu: "Aren't you healthy now?" Why can't it? ”

Zhang Dahu looked at this person and gritted his teeth, "Hey! It doesn't hurt to tell you! After that, he lifted his sleeve and exposed his arm, there was a huge bulge on his arm, as if a piece of bamboo had been put in his arm, and there was a scar on it, which really scared him, "Ah~ Such a big bag, go and find Lang Zhong to take a look~"

Zhang Dahu hurriedly waved his hand, "I can't find someone to see it~" and then looked around, and whispered, "Inside is the little God of Wealth, which can bring us endless wealth, this is my family's ancestral heirloom ~ However, I'm afraid I won't be able to pass it on ~"

He scratched his head, "Definitely not!" Maybe you'll work hard! If you can give birth to a son and a half daughter, I'll take care of it for you! ”

Zhang Dahu gratefully held his hand, "Remember one sentence, if I accidentally die~ I must throw away my arm, dig out the little God of Wealth, and put it into my arm, don't let people find out!" With that, he fell drunk on the wine table.

Unexpectedly, three years have not yet arrived, Zhang Dahu really died, before his death on the occasion of death, several of his aunts and wives have divided the family property and left, only he took care of Zhang Dahu, Zhang Dahu also instructed when he was dying to dig up his arm, take away the little God of Wealth, don't let the little God of Wealth die on himself, so he threw away Zhang Dahu's arm, as soon as he threw it away, a villain popped out of the wound, the villain was wearing a minority clothes, squeaked at him, and couldn't hear what he said, think about Zhang Dahu's entrustment, Throwing away his arm, the villain jumped directly into his arm, and lay directly into the wound, and the wound healed on its own.

Speaking of this, Xiao An frowned: "And then it will be passed on to your son from generation to generation?" ”

The middle-aged man nodded, "That's right!" But then I found out that after my father passed it on to me, my body was not as good as day by day, and I didn't realize until I died that it was this little God of Wealth who killed me, and I couldn't let my son be killed by this little God of Wealth! ”

Xiao An glanced at the middle-aged man, "What a little god of wealth~ That's a turtle treasure~ It's a parasitic elf~"

Fang Wen stared at Xiao An with a pair of curious eyes, Xiao An looked at Fang Wen's big eyes, and his heart was beautiful, "Oh~ I'll tell you~ This kind of elf is called Turtle Bao, living in the belly of a turtle for more than a hundred years, is a little person wearing a yellow hat, wearing blue pleated clothes, wearing a red belt, black boots under his feet, and a jade-like face, if someone kills a turtle, Turtle Bao will not be able to live~ If you want him to live, let him drink blood, so someone put him in his arm, and after putting it in~ You will get a kind of magical power, You can see the treasures underground, gold and silver jewelry, ancient porcelain, and you can see what is valuable, but as a price, every time you use your supernatural powers, you will let your flesh and blood be consumed rapidly, which is a bit of a life for money. He turned to the middle-aged man and said, "Am I right?" ”

The middle-aged man was a little embarrassed, he didn't want to say anything about the supernatural powers~ As a result, Xiao An is an understanding person~ scratched his head, "You all know~ Yes~ It's true"

Xiao An "In fact, the turtle treasure has to be used well, in order to use it well, the turtle treasure itself will bring you wealth, if you don't use his supernatural powers, you can live for a long time~ But if you keep using supernatural powers, your body will be quickly abolished, and then die, to put it bluntly~ You are too greedy, so you hang up in middle age. ”

Middle-aged man: "That's right! The problem is that my son is more greedy than me! I'm afraid he'll die faster than I do! So, Ah Shangxian, save my son~"

Xiao An shook his head, "It's okay~ Since I ran into it~ I'll help you!" Where does your son live? ”

The middle-aged man said, "My son, just live..."

Xiao An nodded, "I know, you go out and reincarnate~ I will go to save your son, but I can't guarantee that your son will be alive, I just try to help your son live, as much as possible!" ”

The middle-aged man nodded, "Thank you!" Thank you! ”

Xiao An soon came to the middle-aged man's house, and found that the family was still doing funerals, Xiao An found the son who was dressed in linen and filial piety, patted him on the shoulder, bent down and whispered, "Your father asked me to explain something to you before he died~ Can you come?" ”

The son stood up with tears in his eyes, and followed Xiao An to a corner, Xiao An picked up the arm of the middle-aged son, and found that there was no ~ Look at the other one, the middle-aged man's son had a sad face, "What are you looking for?" ”

Xiao An: "Your father gave you the turtle treasure..."

The middle-aged man's son: "Oh ~ I sold ~ sold for millions ~ what? ”

Xiao An stretched out a thumbs up to his son, "Wise!" Your father once entrusted me with an investigation into the matter of the turtle treasure, and I learned that the turtle treasure was harmful, so I came to tell him. ”

The middle-aged man's son was even more sad, "My dad just goes out every day, saying that he can find the baby if he looks for it, and says that he can see the baby with this thing, but he didn't expect to kill himself because of this thing?" ”

Xiao An: "It's good to sell it~ Who did you sell it to?" ”

The son of a middle-aged man, "A strange old man named Tang Zhenguo~"

Xiao An shouted in surprise: "! Who??? ”