Kill me a few more times and I'll be invincible

Hearing this, Qiao Mu glanced at Fangyuan.

Fangyuan was born into a family of merchants. Although he was young, he was careful and thoughtful in his actions.

but...

"You kid, you are obviously young, but why are you so thoughtful in doing things? Are you looking too far ahead and looking behind you?" Qiao Mu frowned:

"Let me ask you, is it possible for you, Fangyuan, to be a jailer in the Heavenly Prison, hidden from Wan Ronghua's eyes and ears?"

Fangyuan's eyes widened slightly, obviously startled.

"Obviously I can't hide this from him." He was slightly frustrated.

Wan Ronghua and the sword ghost worshiped by his Wan family were the enemies who destroyed his family.

If Wan Ronghua wanted to inquire, he, a mere jailer, would not be able to hide it.

Now if his enemies don't kill him, it's just because he, the jailer of the heavenly prison, cannot get into Wan Ronghua's eyes.

"So, don't take yourself too seriously." Qiao Mu narrowed his eyes and talked about the past:

"I used to have a friend who was my life-long friend. He also liked to look forward and backward when doing things, and made decisions before taking action. Later I discovered that all kinds of calculations are not as good as one word of recklessness. It was because he thought too much about everything and lost the bloody courage of a warrior. I lost my chance, so my friend was killed by the gangsters. "

"Of course, what I said is not a sermon of relying on one's elders. If you don't like it, you can ignore it. Because to put it bluntly, whether to take revenge or not, or when to buy your Fang family's mansion, is your business."

"And I'm just an outsider, the decision is yours."

If Fangyuan continues to hesitate, Qiao Mu will naturally find other ways to contact Wan Ronghua and the sword ghost who kills people with his eyes.

Fangyuan couldn't help but feel moved when she looked at the old Qiao Mu with a look of reminiscence in her eyes.

Senior Qiao is said to be ninety years old. At his age, most of his friends have already been buried.

And a friend who was a lifelong friend died tragically at the hands of evil people. For a 90-year-old man, just recalling this past event must be a kind of cruelty that exposes scars.

And this senior Qiao dug his own wounds just to help him make up his mind, which made him feel warm in his heart.

Fangyuan did not make a decision immediately, but thought about it for a long time.

It wasn't until Qiao Mu couldn't help but stand up and prepare to leave first, letting him think about it, that he finally spoke:

"Junior probably...understands."

"Actually, I'm just scared." He laughed at himself:

"If we take this first step of revenge, we may arouse Wan Ronghua's hostility... It's better to continue to be a coward and practice magical skills for decades."

No matter how smart he is, Fangyuan is actually just a young man in his twenties.

When encountering big events, it is normal to feel hesitant and fearful.

And wait a few more decades...how many more decades will there be in life?

Time is the most ruthless.

Decades later, even if Fangyuan becomes a god-refining warrior, what will happen?

When he redeemed his ancestral home, he actually used it as a beacon. He had some hope in his heart. He felt that as long as he bought back his ancestral home, his little sister might come back...right?

If a few more decades pass, let alone the younger sister becoming an older sister, it is hard to say whether the younger sister will survive until then, given the average lifespan of the people of the Great Yan Dynasty.

so...

"Buy a house as early as possible." Fangyuan came to such a conclusion.

arbor:.....

"Senior Qiao, why not buy a house today? I have already prepared the money." Fangyuan said seriously.

"Did my words lead you astray?" Qiao Mu began to reflect.

How strange, when did he change his career to real estate sales?

"No, no, no, it's not Senior Qiao's words that made me change my mind." Fangyuan's eyes were bright and she said decisively:

"It's just that I finally saw the fear in my heart."

"This is a decision made by me, Fangyuan, and has nothing to do with Senior Qiao." Fangyuan said with a smile:

"Let this junior repeat a sentence that may be a bit rude."

"Senior Qiao, don't take yourself too seriously. Of course, this is my own decision."

"Oh------since it has nothing to do with me, then I'm leaving?" Qiao Mu gestured to leave.

"No, Senior Qiao, I was joking just now, I was rude." Fang Yuan suddenly became anxious.

Talking and joking with these young people in their twenties made Qiao Mu, who had been pretending to be middle-aged and elderly for a long time, feel a rare sense of relaxation.

In fact, in terms of actual age, Qiao Mu's age is actually similar to this radius.

"Then let's talk about our next actions in detail." Qiao Mu stopped.

"After I find the Blood Moon Picture in your old house, I will take the picture away and at the same time release the news about the Blood Moon Picture." Qiao Mu said:

"Judging from the attitude of the god-refining warrior sword ghost towards the Blood Sun Diagram, he must be eager to get the Blood Moon Diagram to lure the snake out of its hole."

"At that time, I will see the true chapter." Qiao Mu said confidently.

"Senior Qiao is so confident that he can deal with the god-refining warrior sword ghost. I heard that he is a third-level swordsman?" Fang Yuan asked doubtfully.

At this time, Fangyuan was only a ninth-level warrior, and the levels of Qiao Mu and Sword Demon were still too far away from him. He couldn't see Qiao Mu's depth, and he didn't know whether Qiao Mu or Sword Demon was stronger or weaker.

Of course...Qiao Mu doesn't know either.

If you win, you will get revenge; if you lose, you will spend a resurrection coin to start over!

"So, what do juniors need to do?" Fangyuan asked.

"Saving money to buy a house and finding the Blood Moon Map are your biggest tasks." Qiao Mu said.

These words shocked Fang Yuan once again... He never expected that he, the victim, would be just a supporting role in this revenge plan, saving money to buy a house.

Listening to this, it was Qiao Mu who took the Blood Moon Picture away as the bait, and it was Qiao Mu who fought against the Sword Demon? Is it Qiao Mu who provokes Wan Ronghua?

Did he shoulder all the good and bad things?

"Now that things have come to this, don't be polite to me." Qiao Mu said with a faint smile:

"Actually, I'm just curious about what kind of treasure the Blood Moon Picture and Blood Sun Picture is. It's just a matter of course to help you get revenge."

"After all, I have incredible martial arts skills and will become the best in the world sooner or later. Killing a mere third-grade sword ghost is not something that comes easily?"

Fangyuan was slightly shocked.

"I'll tell you the truth. I won't save you any face." Qiao Mu said unceremoniously:

"Fang Yuan, with your current strength, you are still too weak."

"I have no comment on whether you are right or wrong in continuing to hibernate and practice."

"It's just that now there is a better solution in front of you and me."

"That's it...let me do it."

I'll take the blame, I'll die, I'll hold on to the hatred.

Fangyuan only needs to be responsible for watching.

If you are weak, just rest.

I am strong enough to support you.

Fangyuan blinked his eyes and felt moved.

What does "there is a better solution before you and me" mean?

This is obviously his private matter Fangyuan!

And his solution was to let him watch from the sidelines and let this old senior take the lead?

Fangyuan was silent for a long time.

Just like before, he didn't ask Qiao Mu how he managed to make the old house haunted, nor did he ask Qiao Mu in detail about his reasons.

But he couldn't help but take a deep look at the ninety-year-old senior in front of him, and his heart was really touched.

"It's really desirable to do this." He sighed in his heart.

.

An hour later.

In front of the gate of the old house in the east of the city.

The square-faced middle-aged man from the Wan family was looking at the young jailer Fang Yuan beside him:

"Mr. Fangyuan, have you really decided to buy this old house?"

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, raised his chin slightly, and looked down at the young man in front of him.

Before Fangyuan proposed to buy the Fang family's old house, he also roughly checked the details of Fangyuan.

I discovered that this Fangyuan was really inextricably linked to their Wanjia Chamber of Commerce.

"I've made up my mind." Fang Yuan nodded and took out a bag of silver that he had prepared in advance, totaling five hundred taels of silver.

The market price of the Fang family's old house, before it plummeted due to the haunting incident, was about five thousand taels of silver.

One percent, that is, five hundred taels of silver.

In fact, when Fangyuan was in the Heavenly Prison, he exchanged two hundred taels of silver with "Qiao Zhong" for the exercises. Now he still has about eight hundred taels of his own money on hand.

If he needs money, he can still try to borrow some, and he can get up to a thousand taels of silver.

Considering Fangyuan's age, it can be said to be quite rare.

After all, Qiao Baotou of Heyang Fucheng could not become a military official because of his background, and he could not collect the one thousand taels of ransom money for his father for half his life.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Fangyuan has misunderstood." The middle-aged man smiled and said:

"Five hundred taels was the market price some time ago. Now this house is not at this price. It has to be... seven hundred taels."

"Are you trying to raise your price on the ground?" Fang Yuan frowned slightly.

Judging from the middle-aged man's words and deeds, he probably already knew his identity. He knew that he wanted to redeem his ancestral home and deliberately raised the price to disgust him.

"Seven hundred taels is seven hundred taels, that's it. Do you want to sign another life and death certificate?" Fang Yuan mocked.

"Haha, Mr. Fangyuan is really generous...this is the house title deed." The middle-aged man smiled and asked his subordinates to take out the title deed that had been prepared in advance.

Fangyuan didn't care about the two hundred taels.

After all, the original price of the ancestral home was five thousand taels, but because of Qiao Mu's troubles, he had already made a fortune.

It doesn't hurt to let the Fang family eat another two hundred taels.

The deal was concluded and both parties were satisfied.

For Wanjia, having such a well-known haunted house in his hands is simply a hot potato, and he can't wait to take action immediately.

It was an unexpected surprise to be able to kill two hundred taels more.

"If I had known that this guy was so concerned about his ancestral home, I should have raised the price, but I still lacked some courage." The middle-aged man felt a little better, looked back at the old house, and walked away quickly.

He didn't want to stay in a haunted place like this.

"This kid wants to take advantage of the chaos to get back to his ancestral home? I don't know if he has such a fate." The middle-aged man sneered.

He did not connect the incident of haunting to Fangyuan.

Because Fangyuan was just a jailer, which was a good job for ordinary people, but in the eyes of the Wan family, the four wealthy businessmen in the imperial capital, it was just average.

How could someone like Fangyuan be related to the haunting?

After all, there were even fourth-grade warriors among the tenants who died tragically in the old house because of their stay. It would be ridiculous to say that someone like Fangyuan was involved in this matter just for the sake of an old house.

....

Fangyuan took the key and opened the door of the mansion, and walked into this haunted house that had recently become famous.

The layout of the furnishings in the house gradually overlapped with his childhood memories. He stared at it intently, and memories surged up in his heart unconsciously.

This old house is still the same... except for one difference, that is, on the floor of the hall, there is a faint trace of dark red... blood?

Fangyuan's face looked a little strange, and she couldn't help but glance at Qiao Mu beside her.

Qiao Mu didn't look sideways, coughed slightly and said: