Han Juncheng sat under the eaves, with a flat face and a pair of black-framed glasses, silently looking at the fortune teller in front of him.

The fortune teller smiled humbly and said, "Mr. Han, the matter has already been told to you, do you think it is appropriate for us to do it tonight?" ”

Han Juncheng sneered: "When my father was still a defense envoy, I didn't bother to take a look at people like you. ”

The fortune teller nodded again and again and said, "Thank you for your master's appreciation, you are also giving face to your master." ”

Han Juncheng snorted: "Master? Who is your master? Ho Jiaqing?

You don't know what my father's identity is, and at the beginning, it was not so easy for the son of a businessman like He Jiaqing to meet me. ”

The fortune teller still smiled.

Han Juncheng is indeed arrogant, but this has nothing to do with arrogance.

"You're going to do it tonight, and you're going to tell me now?" Han Juncheng was very dissatisfied with this.

The fortune teller explained: "The matter is urgent, and the master wants to wait for a better time......

"Don't be verbose, what are you doing so much?" Han Juncheng impatiently interrupted the fortune teller, "You go and prepare everything that should be prepared, let's do it at twelve o'clock tonight,

I am very disgusted with the place of Iron Gate Fort, a group of poor people can't get a few big sons, they have never seen the world in their lives, and they don't know the rules when they talk and do things. ”

As a house repairer, Han Juncheng also went to Iron Gate Fort.

At that time, he claimed to be a three-story house repair, but in fact he already had a six-story repair at that time.

At first, he could hide it, but within half a month, Han Juncheng beat an old lady who sold vegetables because of a trivial matter.

He dealt a heavy hand, and the old lady was severely injured.

Looking at the techniques he used, Zhou Anju knew that Han Juncheng had passed the fifth floor, and he kicked him out of the castle that night.

Han Juncheng still holds a grudge to this day, and he has always wanted to destroy the Iron Gate Fort.

The time was set, the fortune teller went to make preparations first, and Han Juncheng discussed things with the house spirit.

He has a house spirit, but he has to go to recognize another house spirit tonight, can he do this?

OK.

The premise is that the consent of the house spirit.

Han Juncheng's house spirit is a woman, and she doesn't know what she likes about Han Juncheng, she is obedient to him, and she will naturally agree to what Han Juncheng says.

"Juncheng, you must be careful, there are many masters in the Iron Gate Fort." When she said master, she meant the house spirit.

Han Juncheng smiled contemptuously: "What if there is a master? The house spirit is just a slave of the house repair. ”

The house spirit didn't say anything more.

Han Juncheng sat under the eaves and looked at the sky with an indifferent expression.

……

The fortune teller entered the Iron Gate Fort, not to mention, his business is very marketable in the Iron Gate Fort.

Home repair is very superstitious, and he is particularly obsessed with things such as fortune telling, word measurement, and palmistry.

The fortune teller went around the fort and counted more than 30 households in one day.

The people who came to him for fortune telling said that he was accurate, and when he returned home satisfied, he felt sleepy.

Sleep when you are sleepy, and house repair is free and easy in this regard.

But this sleep was quite deep, and I slept until late at night, not wanting to get up.

This is the means of seventh-layer disease cultivation, and this face-to-face gentleman is Wan Jinxian.

He made every house cultivator who had met with him suffer from narcolepsy, and he only had sleepiness this time, and he would be fine when he woke up tomorrow.

In fact, Wan Jinxian can make them suffer from more serious diseases, and he can even bring a plague to Iron Gate Fort.

But it's not easy to do all this without knowing it.

His cultivation is very high, and his skills are also very powerful, but the house repair is not so easy to die, as long as they return to the house, they can recover quickly, one house repair falls ill, and the other house repairers will immediately step up their vigilance.

Wan Jinxian is a cautious person who does not do anything superfluous at a critical moment.

Sleeping is not a disease for home repair, even if you sleep too much, ordinary home repair will not take it to heart, but feel that you have earned it.

After dark, the Iron Gate Forts closed their gates, and there was silence.

Wan Jinxian used a magic weapon to take Han Juncheng directly from outside the castle to the castle, and followed the route designated by Wan Jinxian all the way to the castle owner's mansion.

Along the way, they passed through many home repairs, but none of them could find their whereabouts, because the house repairers on this road were asleep.

The mansion is a forbidden place, according to Li Banfeng's instructions, no one is allowed to approach within 100 meters around the house, and there are two house repairers who are specially guarded here.

Wan Jinxian looked at the house repairers from a distance and yawned at them.

Those house repairers didn't see Wan Jinxian, but this yawn floated to them with the virus.

After a while, the two house repairers yawned one after another, and they were sleepy.

The sense of responsibility for home repair is very strong, and you can't be sleepy when you are on duty.

They struggled with fatigue, first tears, then runny noses, and when saliva flowed from the corners of their mouths, the two of them could no longer resist it, and lay on the side of the road and fell asleep one after another.

Wan Jinxian led Han Juncheng into the mansion and pointed to the annex building on the east side: "Mr. Han, the mansion spirit we are looking for is in that building, be careful after you enter, I am waiting for you here." ”

Han Juncheng didn't want to talk to Wan Jinxian, and talking to such an inferior person really made him feel uncomfortable.

The only thing he needed to confirm was that the name of this house spirit was Zhao Xiaowan.

Entering the annex building, a cold breath rushed over.

Han Juncheng smelled the smell of the undead in the air, he didn't consider the layout and situation of the house at all, and went directly to the second floor following the smell.

Wan Jinxian frowned slightly, Han Juncheng's way of doing things was a little reckless.

He Jiaqing also said that Han Juncheng's cultivation is high enough, but he is inexperienced.

Wan Jinxian felt that the six-story house repair should have experienced some things.

Things have indeed been experienced, for example, the arrest of his father has hurt him a lot.

But this has nothing to do with combat experience, his cultivation is based on his house spirit, and it is really his luck to find a house spirit in this world who is dead to him, but now this house spirit can no longer give him a higher cultivation.

This is also the reason why Han Juncheng agreed to do this errand, he really wants to change to a house spirit.

Zhao Xiaowan's name, he has also heard of it, in his opinion, a generation of famous generals, legendary women, can barely be worthy of his identity.

As for what to do with the previous house spirit, he hasn't thought about it yet, he can stay as a servant, or use it as bait to give to Zhao Xiaowan.

Han Juncheng preferred the second option, he felt that Zhao Xiaowan deserved this reward.

For this kind of house spirit with strength and status, giving a gift will definitely buy her heart, and let her do whatever she wants in the future.

The annex building is not small, there are seven rooms on the second floor, Han Juncheng passed by the door one by one, walked two back and forth, and stopped in front of a door at the end of the corridor.

He gently pushed open the door and saw that there was no other furnishings in the room, only a weapon shelf.

On the weapon shelf, there was only one spear, and nothing else.

The spear is two feet long, and the spear is seven inches and seven, exactly as described.

The only difference is that there is no red tassel on this spear.

Without a gun with red tassels, can it be Zhao Xiaowan?

Could it be that you are looking for a mistake?

You can't go wrong.

Han Juncheng sensed the extremely powerful power of this spear.

This is the power of General Fei!

Han Juncheng stood in front of the spear and called out: "Zhao Xiaowan!" ”

After waiting for more than a minute, the spear did not show any resistance.

The name of the house spirit is called out in person, and the house spirit does not resist, which proves that the house spirit has accepted the house repair, and this process is called the house spirit to recognize the owner.

Han Juncheng saw that the house spirit did not resist, but there were not too many surprises, in his opinion. Whether it is his own cultivation or his own identity, Zhao Xiaowan has no possibility of rejecting him.

He reached for the spear on the armory rack with a pleasant smile on his face.

From the moment he got this spear, Han Juncheng firmly believed that his fate would return to the right path.

He had always thought that the heavens were too unfair to him, and that he deserved everything, so why should he take it all away from him?

Take this spear, walk out of this building, and be the first to kill the sick cultivator.

He is very disgusted with Wan Jinxian, a subordinate should not be his face, a face that seems to know everything!

After killing the sick cultivator, and then killing the castle owner here, Han Juncheng thought that he could naturally occupy the Iron Gate Fort.

Start at the Iron Gate Fort, accumulate wealth, and return to Greenwater City.

In Green Water City, trample the major families under your feet, and then go back to other states.

After returning to other states, He Jiaqing must be killed, and he has long been unbearable for He Jiaqing's pointing over the years.

At that time, those who looked down on him, those who said he was guilty, would have to die!

Han Juncheng wants to make all those who have offended him kneel on the ground and pray, to make them repent of everything they have done, to make them ......

In the midst of his thoughts, Han Juncheng found that his hand did not touch the spear.

The reason was that his hand fell to the ground.

The spear had been on the weapon rack and hadn't moved, at least he didn't look like it was moving.

But his hand fell off, as if he had been slashed with a sharp weapon.

Blood droplets slipped from the edge of the gun, could it be......

But looking at it just now, this spear has not moved, because she is too fast......

She didn't confess the Lord?

Obviously her name has been called, why doesn't she confess the Lord?

At this moment, Han Juncheng felt a sharp pain in his wrist.

He grabbed his arm and turned around to leave, when he suddenly fell to the ground.

His left leg, from the knee down, was left on the ground.

There was more blood on the spear.

Han Juncheng let out a wail, and the spear trembled slightly.

Han Juncheng, who was crying on the ground, seemed to see a little afterimage.

He was missing another leg, and his right leg was gone, from the base of his thigh down.

Han Juncheng was about to faint in pain, and on his torso, the only intact thing was his left hand.

In his ears, a woman's voice came: "Crawl! ”

The voice is soft, but with an irresistible majesty.

With the only remaining hand, Han Juncheng desperately crawled out of the room, crawled through the corridor, and climbed down the stairs.

As he was about to crawl to the door, a spear suddenly appeared and passed through his shoulder, pinning him to the ground.

This is called a show.

On the battlefield, this is a common method of intimidating enemy troops.

Han Juncheng is also very suitable for public display, because he cries loudly enough.

"Save me, save me......" Han Juncheng's crying vision was blurred, looking at Wan Jinxian at the door, he seemed to see his father,

"Dad, save me, Dad, I hurt, save me......

You tell someone to find my house spirit, Dad, she will definitely save me,

Dad, you pull this gun off, Dad, I really hurt......"

"Child, you have recognized the wrong person, in the next life, don't be so reckless."

Wan Jinxian turned his head and left, if he didn't leave, he might not be able to leave.

PS: Han Juncheng was nailed at the door like this, which frightened Banfeng.

The key is that this house spirit is deaf and blind, and he can't hear the sound at all, can Ban Feng think of any good way?

(End of chapter)