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"Old man, this mansion is so good, how can there be a problem, you can't talk nonsense!" said the swarthy young man with a sad face, seeing that the matter was about to be done, suddenly jumped out of a troublemaker, his mood can be imagined.

The old man sneered: "Hehe, the old man is naturally not talking nonsense, but is reasonable, according to the old man's observation and calculation, this is a murderous house, whoever lives in it will die!"

"Impossible!" the swarthy young man screamed.

"Why? If you are still not convinced, then let me ask you, did the previous owner of this house have been killed?" the old man asked.

"The cultivation realm is originally the law of the jungle, killing people and grabbing treasures, and being killed is only because of poor ability, what's so strange about this!" the swarthy young man retorted loudly.

"Let me ask you again, how did the previous owner of this mansion die?"

Hearing the old man say this, the swarthy young man's face became more and more ugly: "It's just a coincidence, it has nothing to do with this mansion!"

The old man squinted at each other, and a hint of sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "You dare to quibble, then you tell me, how did the three hundred and sixty-nine members of the family of the previous owner of this mansion die?"

Hearing the old man say this, a trace of panic flashed in the dark young man's eyes: "It's too long, I don't know." ”

"The old man will tell you, the master's entire family of 369 people was beheaded by the imperial court, and now even their souls are still imprisoned in Xingtian."

"How do you know?" blurted out the swarthy youth.

The old man shook the broken flag proudly: "Look at what is written on this?"

"Heavenly Machine!" the swarthy young man couldn't help but read these four words.

"The old man knows astronomy, he knows geography, he knows 50,000 years before and 50,000 years later, is there anything in the world that the old man doesn't know?" said the old man disdainfully.

Hearing the old man say this, the swarthy young man obviously showed a look of disbelief.

"Hehe, don't believe it, then the old man will calculate a hexagram for you for free!" As he spoke, the old man quickly pinched the seal, and after a while, he continued to speak: "Black boy, your current name is Wu Peng, but your real name is Wuyang, right?"

For a moment, the swarthy young man's face became extremely frightened, because the name Wuyang had not been used by him for hundreds of years, and almost no one in the entire imperial capital knew this name.

Without waiting for him to speak, the old man continued: "You lost your father at the age of three, lost your mother at the age of five, became a little flower at the age of six, and when you were eight years old, you were accepted as an apprentice by a loose cultivator, but unfortunately, that casual cultivator only taught you for ten years, and then you were killed, and you became a rootless duckweed again, worried that your master's enemy would find you, so you changed your name to Wu Peng, and then wandered around the rivers and lakes for several years, came to the imperial capital and finally became a buddy of Yaxing, right?"

"Yes, you're so right!" Wu Yang stared at the old man dumbfounded, and nodded subconsciously.

"Then do you still doubt the old man?" asked the old man proudly.

Wuyang looked at the old man with admiration on his face: "Don't doubt it, how dare the little one doubt the old man, by the way, old man, can you guide the little one!"

"Hehe, if you want the old man to guide you through the maze, I'm afraid you won't be able to pay the price!" the old man waved his hand disapprenously.

"Poof!"

Suddenly, Wuyang knelt down in front of the old man, offered his storage spirit ring with both hands, and said excitedly: "Old fairy, here is the villain's full net worth, please also point out the future for the villain!"

"Well, for the sake of your sincerity, the old man will give you some pointers!" The old man quietly put away the storage spirit ring, and then began to pinch and calculate again, and after a while, he said leisurely: "Black boy, if you continue to stay in the imperial capital, then you can only be a tooth buddy in this life, your opportunity is in the south, out of the imperial capital all the way to the south, within a hundred years, your boy's future will be immeasurable!"

Hearing this, Wuyang was overjoyed, and hurriedly kowtowed three times: "Thank you old fairy for your advice, thank you old fairy!"

"Get up!" the old man raised his hand.

"Yes!"

Wuyang was ordered to get up.

"Black boy, now tell me about the lowest price in this mansion!" the old man looked at Song Yan proudly and asked.

"Back to the old immortals, the price of this mansion is 23,000 pieces of top-grade spirit crystals, and the villain's authority can be reduced by up to 500 yuan!"

"How dare a murderous mansion sell for more than 20,000 yuan?" the old man sneered: "If it weren't for the old man who could dissolve the fierce spirit in this murderous mansion, he would have turned around and left a long time ago!"

Wuyang didn't dare to refute: "Yes! Yes! The old fairy is very right, but the villain does only have this authority, so it's better to go back to Yaxing first, and the villain should be able to report to the deacon, there should be less!"

"That's okay, let's go back to the teeth!"

So the group returned to the tooth shop, and Wuyang invited the deacon of the tooth shop, thinking that the middle-aged man had the cultivation of the late stage of the out-of-body period.

After some pleasantries, the two sides cut to the chase.

"Deacon Ma, how much is the minimum amount of your murderous mansion?" the old man asked with a stinging voice.

Deacon Ma was a little displeased with the old man's insistence on the murderous mansion, but the first three owners of this mansion were indeed all killed, so he was a little dumb and couldn't speak.

So he could only say depressedly: "At least twenty-two thousand." ”

"Twenty-two thousand!" the old man sneered.

Deacon Ma said: "I believe that this mansion has been watched by this senior and Song Gongzi, it is very good in all aspects, and it is definitely not a loss to buy it at the price of 20,000 two!"

"But that's a murderous house!" the old man bit at the matter.

Hearing the word "murderous house" again, Deacon Ma was a little annoyed: "In this way, I will drop another 500 yuan, which is already the lowest price!"

"Hehe, five hundred yuan, you're embarrassed to speak!" the old man pouted.

"In that case, the old gentleman, please come back!" said Deacon Ma, enraged.

"Let's go, don't blame the old man for talking too much, help you promote the murderous mansion!" the old man got up and walked out.

When Deacon Ma heard this, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly: "Old man, I advise you not to talk nonsense, otherwise, be careful of the trouble that comes out of your mouth!"

"You're threatening me?"

The old man turned around and smiled disdainfully.

"Someone!"

As soon as Deacon Ma's voice fell, four distracted thugs entered proudly.

"Deacon Ma, don't be impulsive, the old fairy is a master, you can't offend!" Wuyang said nervously.

"Get out of here!"

Deacon Ma slapped Wuyang away, and then stared at the old man and said viciously: "Give this old guy a lesson!"

"Look at me!"

A distracted thug grinned, stepped forward, and fanned the old man with a wave of his palm.

"Grandpa!"

Murong Hongdou exclaimed, and was about to rush forward, but unfortunately compared to the distracted thugs, her speed was too slow.

And Song Yan has been watching coldly, he has no intention of doing anything at all, he wants to see what this old man's true ability is.

[Author's digression]: The third watch is coming, thank you for your great reward