Mention of Akisheng.

The second richest man in Renjia Town, Huang Million, is in Huangfuli.

A group of people led by the head of the family, Huang Million, were surrounding Qiusheng, who was covered with kiss marks, and another young man with blue eyes and a pale face was so scrawny that he was in a hurry.

"Sir, how is this good?

Avi couldn't be saved, and this little master of Qiusheng also fell into it.

What kind of bad luck did our Huang family commit, how could they provoke a merry ghost?"

In the crowd, a middle-aged woman in brocade clothes looked at the two people lying on the ground, and tears couldn't stop falling.

Of course, the object of people's crying and grief is Huang Wei, the son of Huangfu, and has nothing to do with Qiusheng, an orphan who only has an aunt.

"Crying, crying, crying, you know what is the use of crying, I didn't expect Uncle Jiu's disciple to be so unreliable.

I didn't kill the merry ghost.

He couldn't even protect Avi from being seduced by the merry ghost, and he even fell into it.

Butler, quickly go to the Yizhuang outside the town and tell Uncle Nine about the situation here.

No matter what Uncle Nine has at hand now, you must bring him back to me.

Otherwise, let his disciple Qiusheng's funeral be organized with my family Wei'er.

With someone on Huangquan Road as a companion, my family will not be lonely. ”

It was a wealthy man who seemed to be very wealthy.

For the cold-blooded and threatening words of the rich man Huang Million, the surrounding crowd is accustomed to it.

Not because Huang Million often says it, but because Huang Million often does.

If Uncle Nine still perfunctory him, this Huang Million would definitely be able to do something to let Qiusheng give his son a funeral.

As a foreign surname, he can become the second richest man in Renjia Town, how can his methods not be ruthless and fierce.

Time rewinds to last night, Qiusheng, who has the heart to make a lot of money in Huangfu, is quite well prepared for this business.

The yellow talisman that specializes in restraining ghosts, the gossip compass that can indicate where the ghosts are located, the money sword blessed by human luck, and the grapefruit leaves that can open the yin and yang eyes after soaking in the moonlight water for a day.

It can be said that he has prepared everything that an ordinary Taoist priest can prepare to deal with ghosts and monsters.

It's almost a lot of trouble to put on an altar and pretend.

That's right, the low mana is still the autumn life of the Taoist boy, even if he puts down the altar, it is useless.

The pitiful amount of mana in his body was not enough for him to drive the various wonderful uses of the altar.

It stands to reason that the well-prepared Qiusheng relies on his equipment, and after encountering a ghost, he can't kill the ghost, or lower his expectations to drive away the ghost. I won't be hurt by demons.

But the fact is that this guy was planted.

also struck the grass and frightened the snake, so that the ghost who collided with Huang Wei, the son of Huangfu, gave up the concept of sustainable development.

directly snatched the souls of the two of them, and prepared a clean meal.

Uncle Jiu, who had just dealt with the corpse poison on Wen Cai's body, hadn't had time to take a breath.

I learned from the housekeeper of the Huang Mansion that his other apprentice, Qiusheng, also had the news of the basket.

Compared with Wang Yu, who went on a mission at the same time as the two of them, Uncle Nine almost fainted without taking a breath.

I barely packed up the two magic weapons that I had in hand.

Ninth Uncle Tie Qing's face was blue, and he followed the housekeeper of the Huang Mansion and walked towards the town.

Seeing this, Wang Yu, who had the intention of participating in this matter and earning some yin virtue, joined the team wordlessly with the Tianzhu Qing Sword.

After a cup of tea, the three of them stepped into the Huang Mansion and saw Qiusheng and Huang Wei who were still lying on the ground.

Before getting the guidance of professionals, the people in the Huang Mansion really didn't dare to move these two masters at will.

I am afraid that because of their unprofessionalism, the first scene will be seriously damaged, and I will mislead the ninth uncle who came to investigate the scene later.

With such an attitude, Uncle Nine was very moved, and Wang Yu was very disdainful.

Do you think this is the locked room murder in the theater version of Conan, and it still remains in its original cost?

Idle in a panic!

Uncle Jiu, who was also speechless while being moved, knew that everyone was very busy and anxious.

didn't have anything to do with Huang Million, a wealthy man, and greeted and cheered Lala.

He leaned down straight and investigated the current situation of Qiusheng and Huang Wei.

Rolling his eyelids and looking at the tongue coating, after two steps, the well-informed Uncle Nine had an understanding of the state of the two of them.

"Master Huang, the reason why Ling Gongzi and the inferior disciples are unconscious is because they have lost their souls.

Last night, when the scoundrels were waiting by Ling Gongzi's side to catch the ghost, I wonder if there is any vision in this room?"

Huang Million, who had seen Ren Weiyong's corpse with his own eyes that day, found out the reason why his son would be in a coma as soon as Uncle Jiu came, and immediately gave up his plan to turn his face.

"Ninth Uncle, after the little master Qiusheng came to my house yesterday, he drove all the people who served Wei'er in my house out of this courtyard.

I really don't know what happened in this courtyard last night!"

"Yes, I saw the confident appearance of the little master Qiusheng last night.

I didn't leave a hand to arrange for someone to observe in the courtyard, I knew it would be like this......"

"Uh-huh...... The woman said the truth, came and sent his wife back to the room to rest.

Housekeeper, it's almost noon, just arrange the kitchen, and briefly get some steamed buns and send them here.

If my Wei'er doesn't wake up for a day, I won't be able to eat!

Presumably Uncle Nine is similar to me, right?"

As he spoke, Huang Million, a rich man, had a little crying in his voice.

This pretentious posture made Uncle Nine embarrassed and ashamed.

If he hadn't lost his temper yesterday and let go of this business to the two apprentices, then Huang Wei, who had been listless all day, would be hooked by a ghost all of a sudden.

Uncle Jiu, who felt that his face was slowly getting a fever, responded to Huang Million with a muffled head.

There's really nothing else to do.

"Master Huang, don't worry.

The inferior Qiusheng and the son-in-law Huang Wei lost their souls but overnight.

Their flesh is well preserved.

Just wait for me to cast a spell to summon their souls, and they will wake up later.

Wang Yu, please go back to Yizhuang and bring a set of magic instruments for the altar, and Wen knows that everything is there.

Master Huang, time is in a hurry, please raise the offerings that are placed on the table when ordinary people worship their ancestors on weekdays. ”

Seeing that Uncle Nine had only come home, he came up with a solution after a while.

Huang Million's eyes immediately lit up, and sure enough, this year, the old mage has real skills.

Huang Million, who was anxious about his son's life, was instructing his subordinates to prepare melon and fruit offerings.

I am afraid that when Wang Yu turns around to Yizhuang to take the magic weapon used in the altar, he will miss something because of his hurry.

He also specially assigned a young and strong domestic servant to follow Wang Yu and help carry things.

In this way, Wang Yu was comfortable.

Wang Yu, who returned to Yizhuang, took advantage of the literary talents who had already relieved himself, and sorted out a set of things used to set up the altar.

The young and strong servants of the commander's Huang Mansion put all the things in a basket and carried them back to the Li Huang Mansion.

After the altar was placed in accordance with the form handed down from Maoshan since ancient times, the sun had set again.

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