Peach Fortune Ring

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

"Yes!"

Wu Yang took the order and got up.

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

"Returning to the old god, the price of this mansion is 3000 yuan for the highest-quality spirit crystal, and the villain's authority can be less than 500 yuan at most!" Wu Yang replied truthfully.

"How dare you sell a haunted house for more than 2 yuan?" The old man sneered, "If the old man hadn't been able to dispel the evil spirit in this haunted house, he would have turned his head and left a long time ago!"

Wu Yang didn't dare to refute: "Yes! Yes! The old god is absolutely right, but the villain really only has this authority, how about this, let's go back to the tooth shop first, and the villain will report to the deacon, there should be less!"

"That's fine, just go back to your teeth!"

So the group returned to Yaxing, and Wu Yang invited the deacon of Yaxing, thinking that the middle-aged man had the cultivation base of the late stage of leaving the body.

After some pleasantries, the two sides got to the point.

"Deacon Ma, how much is the lowest price for this haunted house of yours?" the old man asked sharply.

Deacon Ma was a little displeased with the old man's insistence on the haunted house, but the previous three owners of this mansion had indeed died violently, so he was a bit dumb and couldn't say anything.

So he could only say depressedly: "The minimum is [-]."

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

Deacon Ma said: "I believe that this senior and Mr. Song have already seen the mansion. It is very good in every way. It is definitely not a loss if you buy it at the price of [-]!"

"But it's a haunted house!" The old man insisted on this matter.

Hearing the word "haunted house" again, Deacon Ma was a little annoyed: "Well, I'll drop another 500 yuan, which is already the lowest price!"

"Hey, you have the nerve to ask for 500 yuan!" The old man curled his lips and said.

"In that case, old man, please go back!" Deacon Ma was enraged.

"Let's go, don't blame the old man for talking too much, and help you publicize that haunted house!" The old man got up and walked out.

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

"Are you threatening me?"

The old man turned around and smiled disdainfully.

"Come on!"

As soon as Deacon Ma finished speaking, four distracted thugs entered proudly.

"Deacon Ma, don't be impulsive, the old god is a master, you can't offend him!" Wu Yang persuaded nervously.

"Go away!"

Deacon Ma slapped Wu Yang away, then stared at the old man fiercely and said, "Teach this old guy a lesson!"

"Look at me!"

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

"grandfather!"

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

Song Yan, on the other hand, kept watching with cold eyes, not intending to do anything at all. He really wanted to see what the old man's real abilities were.

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

Main text_Chapter 310 Seven Pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger?

Seeing that the palm of the distracted thug was about to fall on the old man's face, the old man couldn't help but stare at him, and cursed: "Little bastard, don't you feel ashamed to beat an old man like me?"

"Snapped!"

A loud slap sounded.

But the one who was beaten was not the old man, but the distracted thug, and the one who beat him was actually himself.

"Ouch!"

The next moment, the distracted thug let out a scream, and he was a little dazed, not knowing why he was beating himself.

"Grandpa, are you alright?" Murong Hongdou finally rushed to the old man's side and asked with concern.

"What can I do, just because this little bastard can't hurt the old man!" the old man said very stinkingly.

Seeing this scene, Song Yan's heart trembled. Just now, he had been paying attention to the old man's movements, but he couldn't see what kind of tricks the old man had used, so that the distracted thug suddenly stopped and slapped himself hand.

"Could it be that the other party is really an expert pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?" He wondered in his heart.

Deacon Ma was also a little dazed when he saw this scene, and then he shouted at the distracted thug: "Wu Shan, what the hell are you doing, I told you to teach this dead old man a lesson, not to beat yourself, shameful thing!"

"I...!" The distracted thug Wu Shan felt aggrieved, he didn't know what happened just now, so he withdrew his hand and slapped himself by accident.

Feeling the burning pain on his cheek, his eyes turned cold, he stared at the old man and said: "Damn old man, I will kill you!"

Murderous intent appeared in Wu Shan's eyes, and he punched loudly.

"Little bastard, it seems that the slap just now hasn't made you realize your mistake!" The old man sneered.

"Oh!"

With a muffled groan, Wu Shan's tall body flew upside down like a cannonball, directly flew out of the room and landed in the courtyard.

"Wow!"

He opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood, looking very embarrassed.

Weird!Endless weirdness!

Because he was still the one who knocked Wu Shan into the air, just like before, he was about to hit the old man, and then he withdrew his hand strangely, and punched himself in the chest, without any intention of holding back.

"What exactly is going on?"

This time, Song Yan released his spiritual consciousness, and every move in the room could not escape his detection. At the same time, he also activated the magical power of perspective, but he still failed to discover how the old man controlled the distracted thug Mindful.

That's right, he suspected that the old man had used some kind of special method to temporarily control the distracted thug's mind.

Song Yan is confident that even if a jealous master strikes in front of him, it is impossible to escape his eyes. Why can't he find out how the old man did it? Could it be that he is a fairy-level master?