dragon ball i am tabur

"Old sir, this mansion is so good, how could there be a problem? You can't just talk nonsense," the dark-skinned young man said with a sad face. Seeing that things were about to be settled, a troublemaker suddenly jumped out. You can imagine his mood.

The old man sneered and said: "Hey, of course I am not just talking nonsense, but I am well-founded. According to my observations and calculations, this is a haunted house, and whoever lives in it will die."

"Impossible" the swarthy young man screamed.

"Why are you still not convinced? Then let me ask you, was the previous owner of this house killed?" the old man pressed.

"The world of cultivation is originally about the jungle of the jungle, killing people to seize treasures, and being killed is just because of lack of ability. Isn't it strange?" the swarthy young man retorted loudly.

"Let me ask you again, how did the last owner of this mansion die? It was a violent death, right?" The old man's face became more and more calm, and he seemed to be convinced of the other party.

Hearing what the old man said, the swarthy young man's expression became even more ugly: "It's just a coincidence and has nothing to do with this mansion."

The old man looked sideways at the other party, with a hint of sneer appearing on the corner of his mouth: "You still dare to quibble, then tell me how the 369 members of the family of the last owner of this mansion died."

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

"I'm here to tell you that all 369 members of that master's family were beheaded by the imperial court, and now even their souls are still imprisoned in Xingtian."

"How do you know?" the swarthy young man blurted out.

The old man shook the broken flag proudly: "Look what is written on it."

"Heaven's secret and divine calculation." The swarthy young man couldn't help but read these four words.

"I know astronomy from above and geography from below. I know fifty thousand years in the past and fifty thousand years in the future. There are things in this world that I don't know about," the old man said disdainfully.

Hearing what the old man said, the dark-skinned young man clearly showed disbelief.

"Hehe, if you don't believe it, then I will tell you a fortune for free." As he spoke, the old man quickly printed his seals. After a while, he continued: "Hei boy, your current name is Wu Peng, but your real name is Is it right to call it Wuyang?”

For a moment, the dark-skinned young man's expression became extremely horrifying, because he had not used the name Wuyang for hundreds of years, and almost no one in the entire imperial capital knew this name.

Before he could speak, the old man continued: "You lost your father when you were three and your mother when you were five. You became a little beggar at the age of six. When you were eight, you were accepted as a disciple by a casual cultivator. Unfortunately, that casual cultivator only taught you. After having lived with you for ten years, you were killed. You became a rootless duckweed again. You were worried that your master's enemies would find you, so you changed your name to Wu Peng, and then wandered around the world for several years before arriving in the imperial capital and finally becoming a You’re the guy from the dental shop, right?”

"Yes, you are absolutely right," Wuyang stared at the old man dumbfounded and nodded subconsciously.

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

Wuyang looked at the old man with admiration: "If you don't doubt it, how dare you doubt the old man? By the way, old man, can you give me some guidance?"

"Hey, if you want me to give you some advice, I'm afraid you can't afford the price." The old man waved his hand disapprovingly.

"puff"

Suddenly, Wuyang knelt down in front of the old man, presented his storage ring with both hands, and said excitedly: "Old god, here is the villain's entire net worth. Please give me some guidance on the future for the villain."

"Well, seeing that you are so sincere, I will give you some pointers." The old man put away the storage ring calmly, and then began to make seals and make calculations. After a long while, he said leisurely: "Hei boy, if you continue to stay in the imperial capital, you will only be able to work as a tooth shop clerk in your life. Your opportunity lies in the south. If you leave the imperial capital and go south, within a hundred years, your boy's future will be boundless."

Hearing this, Wuyang was overjoyed and kowtowed three times: "Thank you, old immortal, for your guidance. Thank you, old immortal."

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

"Yes"

Wuyang took the order and stood up.

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

"Back to the old fairy, the price of this mansion is 23,000 pieces of top-quality spiritual crystals. The villain's authority can be reduced by up to 500 pieces," Wu Yang answered truthfully.

"How dare you sell a haunted house for more than 20,000 yuan?" the old man sneered: "If I hadn't been able to resolve the evil spirit in this haunted house, I would have turned around and left long ago."

Wu Yang did not dare to refute: "Yes, the old god is right, but the villain does only have this authority. Why not, let's go back to Yahang first, and the villain will report to the deacon. It should be less."

"Okay then, let's go back to Yaxing"

So the group of people returned to Yahang, and Wuyang invited the deacon of Yahang, thinking that the middle-aged man had the cultivation level of the late stage of leaving the body.

After some pleasantries, the two sides got down to business.

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

Deacon Ma was a little unhappy with the old man's insistence on what happened in the haunted house, but the first three owners of this mansion did all die violently, so he was somewhat mute and unable to speak out.

So he could only say depressedly: "The minimum is 22,000."

"Twenty-two thousand" the old man sneered.

Deacon Ma said: "I believe this senior and Mr. Song have already visited that mansion. It is very good in every aspect. It is definitely not a loss to buy it at the price of 22,000."

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

Hearing the word "haunted house" again, Butler Ma was a little annoyed: "Well, if I lower the price by another five hundred yuan, this is already the lowest price."

"Hey, you have the nerve to ask for five hundred dollars," the old man curled his lips.

"In that case, please come back, old gentleman." Deacon Ma was irritated.

"Just leave. Don't blame me for talking too much. I'll help you publicize that haunted house." The old man stood up and walked out.

When Butler Ma heard this, a flash of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly: "Old sir, I advise you not to talk nonsense, otherwise, be careful of trouble coming from your mouth."

"You are threatening me"

The old man turned around and smiled disdainfully.

"come"

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

"Deacon Ma, don't be impulsive. The old immortal is a master and cannot be offended," Wu Yang advised nervously.

"go away"

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

"Look at me"

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

"grandfather"

Murong Hongdou exclaimed and was about to rush forward. Unfortunately, compared with the distracted thug, her speed was too slow.

Song Yan, on the other hand, had been watching indifferently, with no intention of taking action. He wanted to see what the old man was really capable of.

The author's digression: The third update is here, thank you for your generous rewards.