The abandoned son of a wealthy family always wants to become a monk and fortune-telling

Liu Jincheng died and was found on his bed in his bedroom.

As peaceful as if asleep...

This morning, the Liu family's servant called Liu Jincheng to have breakfast. No one answered the call twice. When he opened the door, he found Liu Jincheng lying quietly on the bed.

No breathing, no pulse, no wounds.

As soon as this news came out, the entire warlock circle was in an uproar.

……

Yanjiu didn't sleep all night. At four o'clock in the morning, he went to the incense shop next door to buy the best incense sticks and lit them in front of the incense burner where Liu Jincheng lived.

"Hey, Liu Jincheng, it's time to eat."

Liu Jincheng floated out of the incense burner. After a night, he seemed to have adapted to his new identity.

Liu Jincheng looked at the misty smoke in front of him and suddenly sighed:

"I never thought I would eat something like this one day."

Yan Jiu seemed to be used to it: "There will always be a day like this, sooner or later."

Saying that, Yanjiu smiled:

"You are a relatively happy ghost, you can enjoy such a good fragrance just after you passed away.

The incense and candle shop opened next door just to make money from me.

But Dabai is in charge of the money, and he doesn't buy anything good every time.

As soon as you came, Dabai allocated a huge sum of money to me, and the neighbor made a lot of money. "

Perhaps it was Yanjiu's relaxed tone that finally drove away the haze of last night.

Liu Jincheng couldn't help but ask: "How much money has Dabai allocated?"

Yanjiu blurted out: "88."

Liu Jincheng: "...Doesn't this mean that the store next to you is not pornographic?"

Yanjiu said matter-of-factly: "Of course it's not pornographic. The boss goes out to work. He is on call 24 hours a day, all year round. He makes money just to support the store next door."

After rambling a few words, Liu Jincheng asked casually: "Then my body..."

"Your body was sent back to the Liu family, on your bed..."

Hearing this, Liu Jincheng said softly: "This is best..."

The body lying peacefully on his bed was the last sign of dignity.

And although Liu Jincheng died on Shanyue Road, his body could not appear on Shanyue Road, otherwise "Mr. Xiangzhao" would not be able to explain it clearly.

At this time, Yanjiu had already stood up. He put on his coat and scarf, and looked back at Liu Jincheng:

"I'm going to take your body on its last journey."

Liu Jincheng frowned:

"It doesn't matter what happens to the Liu family. Yanjiu, please help me take good care of the old man. Thank you."

Yanjiu waved his hand: "You don't have to say this."

……

On the third day after Liu Jincheng's death, the Liu family was "full of guests."

The Liu family of medicine has been prominent for hundreds of years, but when Liu Jincheng died, the family went from glory to decline in an instant.

Today, the previous head of the Liu family, Mr. Liu, has only two days to live, and the current head of the family died young.

The eldest son did nothing, and the other branches were just blood-sucking insects.

Seeing the building collapse, the Liu family is left without a leader.

But the Liu family's medical knowledge is still there, the medical books are still there, and there are countless precious medicinal materials.

This has to be coveted.

Liu Jincheng's death may really make many people feel regretful.

But the second most regretful thing is that everyone is more eager to try. They want to loot some good things from the rich "corpse" of the Liu family.

Therefore, there are so many people in the Liu family today that most of the warlock circle is here.

Sadness is just a false appearance, and inside it is full of desire.

Yanjiu also came. He was dressed in plain clothes and his face was neither sad nor happy.

On the contrary, it makes other people feel restless, like a man-eating monster.

In fact, at first Yanjiu just stood quietly in the corner, but soon someone recognized Yanjiu.

The man mocked: "Yanjiu, who do you think you are? An illegitimate child is not worthy of such a serious occasion."

"A serious occasion?" Yanjiu said, looking around with a sarcastic and disdainful tone, showing no mercy:

"What is a serious occasion? A profit-seeking occasion? A Shura occasion? Or something else? I think everyone is quite happy."

The person opposite has already started shouting:

"Where are the martial arts servants of the Liu family? You just let an outsider make trouble here?

The head of your family is dead, but aren't you still breathing?

If you don't pull this nonsense away yet, don't..."

Before the man finished speaking, he was frightened away by a sneering voice:

"I think who dares?"

Everyone looked towards the source of the sound and saw Shang Jing holding a bouquet of white roses in his arms and walking leisurely from the door of Liu's house.

Walking to Yanjiu's side, Shang Jing stuffed the flowers into Yanjiu's arms and complained: "You came to someone else's funeral and you didn't even bring a bouquet of flowers."

Yanjiu looked at the white roses in his arms and curled his lips: "You have good taste."

Yanjiu thought that when he returned, he would put the flowers in Xiangzhao Bookstore, which would be considered a door-to-door delivery for Liu Jincheng.

At this time, Shang Jing took Yanjiu's wrist and looked at the man who just wanted to drive Yanjiu out with a smile. He said tauntingly:

"Who do you think you are? I think Liu Jincheng will definitely not welcome you. Should you go out on your own, or should I have someone invite you out..."

The man didn't know what kind of support he had found recently. When facing Shang Jing, his tone was still fearful, but that fear could not hide the arrogance in his expression:

"Mr. Shang, this is the Liu family, not your Shang family.

You are just a guest like me.

President Nanhe and the distinguished guest Mr. Yaohua didn't say anything, so you should stop being so high-profile. "

As he said that, the man glanced at Yanjiu contemptuously and said disdainfully:

"You don't have to lord it over me because of such an illegitimate son who appeared out of nowhere."

Hearing this, it was Yanjiu who covered his mouth and smiled. His peach blossom eyes were exposed, and the ends of his eyes were flowing. He really smiled with a sense of harming the country and the people, and charming the king's heart.

He even stretched out his delicate white fingertips and pulled Shang Jing's sleeve, as if he was coquettishly asking for justice.

Shang Jing did as Yanjiu wished. He first lifted Yanjiu's chin with his index finger and looked at it twice with squinted eyes.

Then he picked up a piece of hair from Yanjiu's shoulder. The hair suddenly became as straight as a needle in Shang Jing's hand.

Immediately, the needle penetrated the shoulder of the person opposite at lightning speed.

The man screamed first, and then quickly covered the injured area with his hand, only to find that the hair-like wound was bleeding profusely, and his clothes were instantly red.

The key is that the bleeding cannot be stopped, and the wound cannot even be seen.

Seeing this, Yanjiu pretended to be afraid and threw himself into Shang Jing's arms, but the mischievous smile on his lips was not hidden at all.