"What to go back to Mu's house? I'm just going to take a look, haven't you heard that fool say that my parents are dead, and I'm the only one in my family? ”

Jiang Fuyuan looked at Zhong Yongfeng's eyes with sympathy.

The eyes are not good, the brain is not good, and the memory is extremely poor, this is a congenital defect, half a disabled person.

Zhong Yongfeng, who didn't know that he had no image in his daughter-in-law's heart, closed his eyes, and felt a tingling in his heart.

Of course, he remembered Su Menglong's words, it was precisely because Mu Cizhan had no relatives in the Mu family that he was helpless and was framed and faked to death.

Zhong Yongfeng remembered that the first time he saw Mu Cizhan was in Kejia Village. She sat on the floor with a haggard face and messy hair, unaware that the dirt had stained the hem of her skirt.

If it weren't for the reluctance to answer a few words, Zhong Jifeng would have thought she was a fool.

Before the church, Zhong Yongfeng asked Mu Cizhan if it was voluntary, and if she was forced, Zhong Yongfeng was willing to send her home, but the only answer he got was the bride who shed tears all night.

"I don't have a home anymore," she said. ”

The Mu family has not yet brushed Zhong Yongfeng's favorability, and his disgust value has been full.

Zhong Yongfeng didn't ask anything more, only beckoned the guy at the door of Duobao Pavilion, stuffed a few silver ingots and borrowed a carriage.

"I'll go with you, I'll know the way."

The four corners of the Duobaoge carriage are hung with small octagonal copper bells, and with the horse's hooves kicking, the bell rings crisply, leading passers-by to look sideways.

Zhong Yongfeng sat on his knees and guided the horse in the direction of the reins, if he didn't have a calm face, he could be regarded as a qualified coachman.

Along the way, someone recognized him and wanted to come up to say hello, but the carriage did not hesitate at all, and went away with a gust of wind.

"Who can get the general to drive for him? Could it be two ......?"

"Shhh

……

Jingle Bell ......

The horse's hooves gradually stopped, and the bell continued by inertia, signaling that someone was coming.

As a huge rich man in Jingzhou, Mu Mansion directly occupies two streets in Jiudian, four vermilion gates stand tall, and it looks very magnificent from a distance, but today the doors of Mu Mansion are all closed, and only a small door on the side is opened.

A small man in a thick blue coat was guarding the door, and when he saw a carriage parked at the main entrance, he probed and shouted: "The Mu family has no guests today, please come back another day." ”

Zhong Yongfeng ignored him, jumped out of the carriage and lifted the corner of the door curtain, and whispered inside, "It's here." ”

Doesn't this person understand human words, the little guy frowned and walked to the carriage, and emphasized with an impatient face: "You said that you won't see a guest today, you ......"

A plain white hand reached out from inside the carriage and grasped the door, and then a face that was familiar and unfamiliar to him poked out of the carriage.

It's the eldest lady!

The little guy's eyes widened in horror, his throat snorting like a bellows, and after a few seconds he turned and staggered towards the side door.

"Someone—haunted—ghost—hell—hell"

In the Mu house, the yellow-robed Taoist priest held a peachwood sword, waving it in front of the incense table with candles, white rice, and fruit plates, and chanting words in his mouth.

After a moment, he stopped, frowning in contemplation.

The second and third ladies of the Mu family hurriedly stepped forward and asked nervously, "Immortal Chief, is it done?" ”

The two of them have been at peace at home a while ago, either this injury or that illness, plus the distant nephew of the second lady Mu said that he saw Mu Cizhan when he came to fight the autumn wind, and the second and third ladies of Mu remembered that the two families conspired together to poison the last single seedling of the long house in order to divide the family property.

Now maybe it's Mu Cizhan's unjust soul that is doing it.

So the two of them asked people to give gifts, and invited Fang Daochang, who is said to be one of the eight immortal chiefs of the Dao Palace, to come and set up an altar.

After the two asked, the yellow-robed Taoist suddenly shook his body and bowed violently to the air: "My lord! ”

"Is it really the evil ghost in the house?"

"Okay, okay, I'll let them prepare."

After talking to himself, he lowered his eyes and said to the two of them with an unfathomable expression: "Impermanence Immortal said, it is the evil ghosts in the house that are haunting, and your house is not clean." ”

"If the evil spirits are not eliminated, everyone in the family will have a bloody disaster, and at worst...... I'm afraid that if I don't ask for the lives of half of my family, the evil ghosts will not give up easily. ”

Second Lady Mu and Third Lady Mu were shocked: "Then what can we do to get rid of the evil spirits?" ”

Damn Mu Cizhan, when he was alive, he had to go back to his parents' house to share their money, and now that he is dead, he won't stop, since this is the case, don't blame them for not remembering the old love of the family.

People can kill, and ghosts don't mind killing again.

The yellow-robed Taoist priest looked at the two of them in embarrassment: "It's not that it can't be removed, it's just that if you want to hit it until its soul is scattered, you not only need to pay tribute to the Impermanence Immortal to show your sincerity, but I will also have to lose at least ten years of Yang Shou ...... this move."

"Money is not an issue!" Second Lady Mu spoke first, "As long as the Immortal Chief can get rid of the evil ghosts, our Mu family will definitely not let the Immortal Chang waste his cultivation!" ”

Mrs. Mu San also followed up and said: "Yes, please also ask the immortal chief to bother more, after the matter is completed, the Mu family will be grateful!" ”

got the promise he wanted, the yellow-robed Taoist priest pulled a sword flower with a wooden sword in his hand, and said awe-inspiringly: "It's wrapped in the poor Dao!" ”

After speaking, there was another step on the Seven Stars, and the peachwood sword danced out of a burst of afterimages, and the yellow-robed Taoist priest pointed to the sky and shouted: "The Heavenly Wuji Xuanmen is righteous ......"

Before the spell could be finished, it was interrupted by an exclamation from far and near.

The little girl in Tsing Yi crawled into the courtyard with a roll: "Oh no-second lady-third lady-no-"

Syllable!

Second Mrs. Mu slapped the little guy with a gloomy face: "Who do you say is bad!" Didn't I say that the immortal chief is not allowed to enter this courtyard! ”

This slap was extremely forceful, and the little guy was directly slapped to the ground, and a mouthful of blood foam came out.

"Ahem...... Second Lady ...... Be...... It's her back......"

Second Lady Mu was even more angry: "Whoever comes back can't interrupt the immortal elder's spell!" ”

A crisp voice with a smile came from the crescent door: "Oh? What if it's me? ”

The people who came were Jiang Fuyuan and Zhong Yongfeng.

Jiang Fuyuan showed a gentle smile: "Hello guys." ”

Second Lady Mu and Third Lady Mu !!

"Ghosts! Hell! Both screamed at the same time.

Jiang Fuyuan frowned and said dissatisfiedly: "Have you ever seen such a good-looking ghost? ”

Xiaopang complained silently: "Master, you said you were mediocre before." ”

[In the contrast of the ugly, the ordinary will become good-looking.] 】

Chubby: ......

Second Lady Mu and Third Lady Mu huddled together, and their trembling hands pointed in the direction of Jiang Fuyu: "You...... How dare you show up during the day......"

Doesn't it mean that ghosts are afraid of sunlight and don't appear during the day?

Or is it ...... She's evolved into a ghost who isn't afraid of the sun??

Thinking of this possibility, Second Lady Mu turned her head and shouted at the yellow-robed Taoist priest: "Immortal Chief, it's her!" You're going to let her soul fly! ”

Zhong Yongfeng sank his face and stepped forward sideways, and the tall figure immediately firmly protected Jiang Fuyuan behind him, and with a twist of his wrist, a sword in his sleeve that shone with cold light slid out, pointing directly in the direction of the yellow-robed Taoist priest.

Yellow Robe Taoist: ......

He's just eating with a mouthful of food, so there's no need to use real knives and guns, right?

Relying on the experience of the rivers and lakes, he slowly spoke: "I think there may be some misunderstanding here...... The...... Uh, girl, she has ......."

The yellow-robed Taoist priest just wanted to say that there was a shadow under her feet, and it was a human and not a ghost, but Jiang Fuyuan showed half of his face from behind Zhong Yongfeng, and said with a weird smile: "Giggles...... Come on, come and hit me......"

"Otherwise, I'm going to come and ask for my life~"

(End of chapter)