I'm invincible when I hang up / ghosts

The house was quiet.

I sat on the bed slumped, my whole body was wet, my mind became a mess, and I kept recalling the scene in the vortex of returning to the sun.

Who is that monk?

What is his purpose?

If he released the big golden hand I met when I returned to the sun last time, why didn't he kill me this time?

The last time that big golden hand appeared in the Yangyang whirlpool, it was clearly coming for my life!

Half an hour later, there was a knock on the door, and I came back to my senses, and the monk Sanjie was standing at the door.

I asked, "Any news?"

Monk Sanjie walked in and shook his head blankly: "No."

After a pause, he continued: "People who interfere with the Yang-returning vortex do exist, but they are no longer human beings. The power of a living person simply cannot reach the point where they interfere with the Yang-returning vortex."

I was stunned for a moment, and according to what Monk Sanjie said, the monk in the whirlpool should not exist theoretically.

If it really exists, it must be a person beyond the ordinary sense.

I took a deep breath and suppressed my fear: "It's fine if you can't ask, by the way, how is Mr. Yu?"

Monk Sanjie smiled and said: "It's okay, I'm making arrangements for tomorrow's banquet."

I nodded, and was about to get up, when the monk Sanjie suddenly asked again: "The poor monk thinks that you can tell me about the matter in the vortex of returning to the sun."

"No need, go down and see Grandpa Yu." I smiled, it's not that I deliberately didn't tell Monk Sanjie, it's just that I don't know what to say about it.

Monk Sanjie is a member of the Buddhist sect, and even he himself doesn't know who in the Buddhist sect can interfere with the vortex of returning to the sun, so if I still tell the whole thing, wouldn't it be nonsense?

I got up and walked downstairs with Monk Sanjie. Mr. Yu and Wang Dahui were in the living room. Wang Dachui was sitting beside him. Mr. Yu was making a list of banquets with a pen and paper.

Seeing me coming, Mr. Yu raised his eyes and glanced at me, and said with a smile, "I'm awake."

Looking at Mr. Yu, I felt a twitch in my heart. The old man's state of mind is more stable than before, and his words and deeds are full of calmness.

But the more this is the case, the more afraid I am. Often the eve of the storm is the most peaceful.

Or use a very vulgar word to describe it: a dog that bites cannot bark.

But this dog is a fierce tiger.

Mr. Yu stood up with the list and handed it to me: "Look, are these people enough?"

I took the list, which was so thick that it filled four A4 sheets of paper.I roughly counted the number of people, and it was more than the high-ranking people from Fucheng I invited when I devoured the Li family's property.

Mr. Yu smiled: "This is all the upper class in Fucheng, and some wealthy families who are barely considered upper class are also listed."

As he said that, he patted me on the shoulder: "Xiaofeng, I know what you mean by this banquet, so I listed all these people. If you want to do it, then make it bigger. My Yujia Zongheng shopping mall For decades, since we can't convince people with virtue, we should convince people with prestige, this way, in the future, I will no longer be there, and the pressure on Yue Shan and his wife will be much less."

My right hand holding the list trembled: "Grandpa Yu, you..."

Old Master Yu laughed: "Don't worry, the old man is fine, but the old man is already at this age, and he is not far away from being buried. Yue Shan is too tired to be in charge of the Yu family these years, and the old man has to think about him."

Before I could speak, Mr. Yu waved his hand: "If you think there is no problem, then count the number of people according to these high-ranking people."

Chapter 874 The Calm Before the Storm

"Listen to you." I frowned and nodded.

Mr. Yu smiled slightly: "The location is at the Kyushu Hotel. The Feng Shui of that place is good for our Yu family."

I nodded and agreed to all of them.

Mr. Yu rubbed his head: "I'm a little tired, so I went upstairs to rest."

After Mr. Yu left, Wang Dachui pulled me and Monk Sanjie to sit down. He said in a low voice, "I feel that something is wrong with Mr. Yu."

The Sanjie monk on the side clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, even if you are not blind, you know something is wrong."

I sighed helplessly: "This tiger is trying to bite people desperately."

"Don't you want to stop it?" Wang Dahammer slapped me on the shoulder.

I took a deep breath and glanced at Wang Dachui: "It's not that I don't want to stop it, it's that I can't stop it."

"What?" Wang Dahammer was stunned.

I explained: "Grandpa Yu is old, what else is there to look forward to, isn't he just looking forward to the happiness of his children and grandchildren? But look at the current situation of Yu's family, can he sit still?"

I do know what old man Yu is thinking, and I can say bluntly that this time, at the Hongmen Banquet, old man Yu wants to risk his life to drag the dragon to the underworld.

It can be seen, but it may not be blocked.

If the Yuyueshan couple hadn't happened, Mr. Yu might have endured it, but now the Yuyueshan couple are lying in the bedroom on the second floor, and the granddaughter is gone. Can he still watch the accident happen to the only son left?

If it were me, I would have the same thoughts as Mr. Yu.

Wang Dachui and Monk Sanjie are not stupid either. They also reacted to my point. Monk Sanjie clasped his hands together and sighed: "Amitabha, have pity on the parents of the world."

Wang Dachui was still a little unwilling: "Fengzi, why don't you talk to Mr. Yu?"

"There's nothing to say." I shook my head, "Even if he is stopped at this banquet, the old man will use his method to quell the turmoil. If you do something at this banquet, at least I will take care of it. If the banquet Finally, is Old Master Yu the opponent of Long Teng alone?"

After finishing speaking, I waved my hand: "Let's do this, the old man has made up his mind, and the heavenly king and old man can't be pulled back. All we can do is try our best to protect the old man's safety." I said to Wang Dachui again: "Hei Fat , Don’t notify the media about tomorrow night’s banquet, upper-class internal banquet.”

"What the hell?" Wang Dachui glared at Mung Dou, "I wanted to tell the outside world that the Yu family has risen and the media is not allowed to come. Wouldn't the impact of this banquet be much smaller?"

As soon as the words fell, the Sanjie monk on the side looked at Wang Dahammer with sympathy: "Amitabha, the poor monk really seems to let you take refuge in my Buddha and grow your brain."

"Fuck, Er Bald, are you calling me stupid?" Wang Dachui lost his composure immediately.

I rolled my eyes: "Come on, what Sanjie said is right, this time Mr. Yu is in this state, with the media around, the consequences will be even worse."

In the beginning, I really wanted to pull the media to make a big news.

After all, the previous plan was for me and Long Teng's experts to be tough. We are all people in the industry. When we really start to fight, it's also hidden behind our backs. Ordinary people can't even notice it.

When we have a contest, the Yu family and Long Teng will naturally compete, and the media will not notice anything unusual, and will only report on the final winner.

But Mr. Yu, an ordinary person, participated in it. If the old man wanted to do anything, it would be under the watchful eyes of the public. If the media were present and recorded, it would be detrimental to the Yu family.

Wang Dachui finally came to his senses and nodded, "I'll make the arrangements now. Mr. Yu told me just now that the arrangement has been made at the Kyushu Hotel, and we just need to send out invitations."

I nodded, and after Wang Dachui left, only Monk Sanjie and I were left in the room.

Monk Sanjie said in a low voice, "I really won't stop it."

I was very irritable, took out a cigarette and lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, felt the smoke piercing into my lungs, and exhaled heavily: "People's hearts are unpredictable, the old man has made up his mind, who can stop it? "

Monk Sanjie was silent for two seconds, and smiled wryly: "That's right, the old man is seven or eighty years old. He has gone through countless winds and rains, and his determination is definitely stronger than anyone else."

After a pause, he said, "Then what if something happens?"

I smiled wryly: "What else can I do? My own grandfather, how can I treat his future badly?"

In the afternoon, Monk Sanjie and I stayed in the villa and chatted without going anywhere.

I'm really in a fucking mood, I know what Mr. Yu is going to do, but I can't stop it, so I can only helplessly wait for tomorrow night.

I owe the Yu family an absolute debt, and I have thought about making up for it, but the debt gets deeper and deeper every time.

Yu Shu, Mr. Yu, and Yu Yueshan are all because of me to have this result.

Chatting with Monk Sanjie, I also learned a lot about some changes in the world during the five years I have been sleeping, and my understanding of some things has become more and more profound.

It wasn't until after six o'clock in the evening that Wang Dachui hurried back.

He sat down on the sofa, gulped down a large glass of water, and said, "It's all done, and now we'll just wait until tomorrow night."

I nodded and subconsciously asked, "What's their reaction?"

"There were a lot of reactions." Wang Dachui rolled his eyes, "Some were shocked, some were puzzled, some readily agreed, and some families refused to come."

"Refused to come?" I squinted my eyes and smiled, "It seems that I have slept for five years, and I have indeed slept for a long time."

"Hei Fatty, make a list tomorrow and write down all the high-ranking people who didn't show up." I said.

"Why?" Wang Dachui asked.

"What else can I do?" I said, "Calculate after the fact."

The expressions of Wang Dachui and Monk Sanjie changed suddenly.

In the evening, Mr. Wang Dachui Sanjie and Mr. Shangyu and I ordered a table of takeaway for dinner, and we didn't even think about going out to eat. The main reason was that we were worried about what would happen to Longteng.

Now Zhang Qingsong is lying in the hospital, and Yuyueshan and his wife are lying on the second floor of the villa. Our side really can't stand any more twists and turns.

After eating, I went back to the bedroom early to sleep.

Early the next morning, a few of us stayed in the villa without going anywhere.

Mr. Yu has been very calm since early in the morning. He is trimming flowers and plants in the back garden with scissors and a water bottle. I have visited him several times, but he ignored me. He just carefully trims the flowers and plants with a faint smile on his face. Even a branch and leaf are neatly trimmed.

Wang Dachui and Monk Sanjie were preparing some things they needed to use tonight in the villa, and they didn't make any jokes or anything.

The atmosphere is very calm, everything seems to be the calm before the storm in the vast ocean.

Before I knew it, it was six o'clock in the evening, and the sky gradually darkened.

Monk Wang Dachui Sanjie and I packed up our things, and Mr. Yu returned to the villa with scissors and a water bottle. After putting down his things, he patted the dirt and leaves on his body, squinted his eyes and smiled and said, "Let's go, don't let those Guests are waiting for us."

Chapter 875

"Grandpa Yu, have you really made up your mind?" I was still a little unwilling.

Mr. Yu is so old, I really don't want to see him still be as tough as Long Teng's shirtless.

Mr. Yu smiled slightly: "Xiaofeng, the plants and trees in this garden are my favorite, remember to help me trim, water, fertilize and loosen the soil from time to time."

After speaking, he walked out of the house with his hands behind his back.

I looked at his back. At this moment, his hunched back gradually straightened, and his steps were firm, like a tiger slowly raising its head.

"Let's go." I said.

After going out, the four of us got into a Mercedes-Benz, and the driver started the car and drove out of the villa area.

As soon as the car arrived at the gate of the villa area, a black BMW came galloping on the wide road, and stopped in front of our car with a screeching brake, blocking our way.

I frowned, and looked out the car window, good guy, there is more than one black BMW, a total of seven, lined up in a row, at first glance, it looks like the young and Dangerous gangsters in the movie going out together.

"Be careful." I said something to Wang Dachui and the others, then opened the car door and walked out.

At this time, the rear door of the black BMW that blocked our way opened, and an old man stepped out.

This old man was wearing a gray cloth Tang suit, white hair and white beard, probably about the same age as old man Yu, with a dragon-headed cane in his hand, he looked like a fairy.

I froze for a moment, the old man walked straight towards me with a solemn expression, and at the same time, the doors of the BMWs behind him also opened, and people in black suits got out one by one, and the group of people were not the same age , the young one is about the same as me, and the old one is over 60 years old.

A large group of people gathered behind the old man, it was really like the leader of the leader out of the street.

"Who are you?" I asked, secretly ready to explode with magical power at any time.

At this juncture, there are so many obstacles suddenly appearing, which is not a good thing.

As soon as the words were finished, the old man in front of him suddenly stopped and knelt on the ground with one knee, followed by a dozen or so people behind him all knelt on the ground in unison.

I was dumbfounded at the time, why is this damn kneeling down to me?

Just wondering, the old man in front of him said in a hoarse voice: "Old man Zhang Yizheng, leading the elites of the Zhang family, met Mr. Chen!"

Zhang family?

I was shocked: "Are you the Zhang family of the Southern School?"

"Exactly!" The old man Zhang Yizheng nodded, his eyes sparkling.

Ah!

This Nima is amazing!

With this posture, the Zhang Family of the Nanpai is definitely going to follow me to find a place today!

I hurriedly helped Zhang Yizheng up, and said: "Mr. Zhang is Zhang Qingsong's grandfather, so you don't need to greet me. You're really hurting me."

As Zhang Yizheng stood up, more than a dozen young and middle-aged men behind him also stood up. Zhang Yizheng looked solemn, as if his face was paralyzed, and said in a hoarse voice: "Mr. A salute."