Qingyue Temple

Fang Mu's car drove away.

Yuan Pei, who was standing at the door, looked at Fang Mu's side face through the rear window, and suddenly felt that from this angle, Fang Mu's chin was a little familiar.

Yuan Pei turned back to look at Fang Shanshui suspiciously, then looked at the side face in the car, and suddenly said, "Fang Fang, turn around."

Fang Shanshui turned around and asked casually, "What's wrong? What are you looking at?"

Yuan Pei compared and said with a smile: "I look at that person's face, and I always feel that I have some connection with you. If I hadn't met you first, when you two stood together, I would have glanced at you, and maybe I would have subconsciously thought you were They are relatives."

Fang Shanshui was taken aback when he heard the words, and turned to look at the car that had already driven away.

Looking at him now, he could only see the back of Fang Mu's head through the rear window, but he didn't know if he had sensed it, but when he was looking, the back of his head in the car suddenly turned around, meeting Fang Shanshui's eyes.

Fang Shanshui didn't pay much attention to Fang Mu's appearance when he didn't think about it before, but now when he thinks about it and looks at this face, it seems to be inexplicably familiar.

Fang Shanshui suddenly said: "Yuanzi, show me the business card just now."

Originally, Yuan Pei just mentioned it casually, but Fang Shanshui didn't expect Fang Shanshui to care about it, and even wanted to see his business card. Yuan Pei, who didn't have much associations before, couldn't help but said: "By the way, the boss is also surnamed Fang!"

Turning out the business card, Yuan Pei quickly handed it to Fang Shanshui.

Fang Mu's fortune is too strong. Yuan Pei just got the business card handed over by Fang Mu's assistant, and confirmed that Mu's golden fortune is not something a liar can have, so he didn't look too much. Those who are in the middle of the earth should be more careful about Yuan Pei, who is now blacklisted by God, otherwise, according to Yuan Pei's previous habits, eight generations of Fang Mu's ancestors would have been out of eight generations.

Fang Shanshui took the business card and was a little distracted when he saw Fang Mu's name on it.

Seeing that Fang Shanshui's expression was not quite right, the figurine master who weaved clothes flew lightly under Fang Shanshui's eyes with a small stone lion on his back. He stared at Fang Shanshui with crimson eyes, put away his sharp nails, and touched Fang Shanshui's face with the back of his hand. It seemed to be asking what happened to Fang Shanshui.

Only then did Fang Shanshui raise his head, nodded to Yuan Pei and the figurine master who were looking at him, and said, "He must be my brother. I seem to remember that my brother's childhood name was Mu Mu."

Yuan Pei let out a cry, and shouted, "I'm going, brother? Bro? Really?"

After being amazed, Yuan Pei, who instantly believed in Fang Shanshui's intuition, suddenly connected Fang Shanshui's fortune with Fang Mu, and said: "I said, why do you always look rich even though you are clearly unlucky? Brother, this is a famous figure on the list of the world's richest people! I dare not look closely at his fortune for fear of being blinded."

Fang Shanshui also had some guesses, thinking that every time he was poor, it was his brother who missed a bit of luck and came to him?

Yuan Pei asked Fang Shanshui: "Then what should we do now? Recognize your relatives? I just thought they came here a little strangely, it seems that their purpose is not pure, could it be that they recognized you from TV?"

When Yuan Pei mentioned that he recognized you from the TV, he was taken aback for a moment, as if he had an inexplicable feeling about this sentence. This inexplicable feeling was not about Shanshui, but about himself.

Fang Shanshui: "No, it's been a long time since I've been in touch. They probably thought I was dead long ago. They probably didn't come to find me to recognize their relatives. It would be better for me not to disturb their lives."

Fang Shanshui was not keen on recognizing relatives. Instead, he smiled at the figurine master on his shoulder, stretched out his finger and pulled the master's little hand.

The figure master tilted his head to look at Fang Shanshui, patted Fang Shanshui's fingertips with his small hand, and suddenly jumped off the stone lion and sat in Fang Shanshui's palm.

The crimson eyes gave Fang Shanshui a consoling look, and even raised Fang Shanshui's little clothes that hadn't been woven yet, as if to say, Master will weave clothes for you.

Fang Shanshui laughed out loud, and nodded to his master.

Yuan Pei put aside the strange feeling in his heart, looked at Fang Shanshui's face, patted Fang Shanshui's shoulder, and said nothing.

Fang Shanshui: "Let's go, let's go back, I have to see how the Sun family is doing."

Fang Shanshui told Yuan Pei not to think too much, who didn't care about things when they were young, and forget about them when they grow up.

Yuan Pei nodded, only to find that when he returned to the room, Fang Shanshui didn't put the little uncle back on his shoulder, but kept it in his palm.

It's a little weird.

Yuan Pei touched his chin. He had seen that Fang Shanshui had a catastrophe when he was a child. He obviously died early and lost his relatives when he was young. I can probably guess one or two.

But recently, Yuan Pei has become more and more unable to see through Fang Shanshui's fate. It's not like Fang Mu's fate is so strong that he can't peek at it, but like Fang Shanshui's little uncle, he can't see it.

"Fang Fang's practice has probably improved again, but I still seem to be standing still." Yuan Pei sighed, and said in the next sentence, "Well, should I also increase my traffic and increase my followers?" ?”

Zhai Ling passed by with a square face, and gave Yuan Pei a supercilious look.

·

On the other hand, after Fang Shanshui solved Wang Jirong's matter, the Wang family continued to pay attention to the situation of the Mo family and Lao Xie.

Although the master, who was so mysterious that he didn't even show his face, once said that the matter had been resolved, but he didn't see a real consequence, and the Wang family couldn't completely relax.

However, on the day when the marriage contract had just been settled, bad news came from the Mo family. The family business was suddenly targeted by the relevant departments. The Mo family was caught in a lawsuit.

If the criminal law on tax evasion had not been amended, many people would have been imprisoned for several years in the Mo family.

Of course, it didn’t make them too comfortable now. They were regarded as the focus of attention, and five times the fine was demanded. It seemed that some people thought they were not pleasing to the eye, and secretly tried to punish them, so that the Mo family couldn’t help them in all aspects. It seems that there is already a sign that the wall will collapse and everyone will push it.

Wang Jirong was a little strange, and asked her mother: "Why did the Mo family have problems? Is this a retribution? That Mo Xiaochen, will not even blame his own family for failing to get married, right?"

Wang Ma seemed to have found out something, and when she heard what her daughter said, she immediately said: "Then the Mo family is not a good thing, so it wouldn't be surprising if they were really angry."

Wang Jirong gasped: "Mom, is there an inside story?"

Wang Ma scolded the Mo family with a look of contempt: "This family is completely black-hearted. Why can't Mo Xiaochen be reincarnated? It seems to be related to some dirty methods of the Mo family. The Mo family wants to keep Mo Xiaochen. They look at the business and point out ways to get rich. You don’t know, the Mo family used to be poor, farming, and had no other livelihood. Not long after Mo Xiaochen’s death, the Mo family suddenly made a fortune, and then the business continued to grow Yue Shun, some of their business rivals will always be inexplicably unlucky, and there are a few news that have been listed, do you remember the one who jumped off the building in 06?"

Wang Jirong gasped. She happened to be in her first year of high school that year, and the man who jumped off the building was the father of a classmate of hers. When she received a call in class, that classmate passed out and made a big fuss in the class.

Wang Ma shook her head with emotion: "However, the Mo family doesn't have much business prospects, so they don't get rich. It's all due to luck, so naturally they don't dare to let go of their 'good luck'."

Wang Jirong was shocked: "Mom, are you saying that the Mo family raises ghosts to harm people? Could it be that Mo Xiaochen's death is also related to the Mo family?"

Wang Ma hesitated and said: "That's not true. I heard that Mo Xiaochen died unexpectedly at the beginning, and it seems that he encountered some gangsters. Maybe the Mo family did something later. I heard that the Mo family came to visit Mo Xiaochen's grave, so they are diligent. I have never seen them so caring about the tombs of my parents. Every time I go there, there is a big cart of things, paper-made gold brick villas, children and maids, and all kinds of things for eating and drinking. Many people have seen them. You think they would If you want to ask for something or have a guilty conscience, why do you have to be so hard on a little uncle who died young? Now you are going to so much trouble to get him married."

Wang Jirong was stunned, as if her world view had been refreshed.

At this time, Wang Ma said again: "Look, this family has come to an end. I don't believe that they will end well with such insidious means! And that old Xie."

Mentioning this name made Wang Ma's teeth itch with hatred, but now there is a hint of hatred in addition to the itch.

As soon as Wang Jirong heard about Lao Xie, she immediately straightened her body, became more concerned, and asked, "Mom, what's wrong with Lao Xie? Is there something wrong with her daughter? Her daughter is quite pitiful..."

Wang Ma did not agree with Wang Jirong's words, but instead had a strange expression on her face: "Old Xie... her daughter is fine... the one who has the problem is herself..."

"Ah!" Wang Jirong was surprised, and immediately said, "Really!? What's wrong with her?"

……

Old Xie was trembling. After the Wang family left, something went wrong in the cemetery.

The Mo family seemed to be scared. They didn't dare to look around. There seemed to be many people around, and they didn't dare to walk. They felt a heavy feeling, as if they couldn't walk.

The wind was blowing around, and amidst the rustling leaves, it seemed that many people were whispering, speaking from a distance.

Listen carefully.

don't want her...don't want her...don't want her...

The Mo family looked at each other, and at the end they didn't know what to do, they all looked at the middle-aged man who burned Wang Jirong's marriage certificate.

The middle-aged man asked tremblingly: "Uncle, who do you want? Are you dissatisfied with Wang Jirong and want to change it? Don't worry, we will change it if you don't want it, and we will find it for you."

"Snapped!"

The fresh flower pot placed in front of the tombstone suddenly burst, and the fragments flew apart and pierced into the hand of the middle-aged man who was talking. The man yelled, and blood flowed out of the punctured hand instantly.

"Ah!" Everyone trembled in fright.

Lao Xie was trembling even more. She was getting colder and colder, as if someone was standing behind her. Unlike the Mo family who had to listen vaguely to hear the voice, Lao Xie felt as if someone was standing behind her. Her ears kept chasing her away: 【Don't want her...don't want her...】

The middle-aged man stretched out his hands and shook them from time to time, as if he wanted to appease the furious undead, or as if he was afraid of the invisible undead approaching, he said in a trembling voice: "Uncle, don't get excited, what do you want, you take your time." Tell us, and we'll find you."

At this time, next to Mo Xiaochen's photo on the tombstone, another photo suddenly appeared, as if two photos were joined together. It was Lao Xie's fat face, and a tearing bloodstain appeared in the middle of the photo.

The Mo family was stunned, wondering if the little uncle didn't want Wang Jirong's beautiful wife, but fell in love with Lao Xie instead?

Looking at the bloodstains torn in the middle, it seemed that separating them made him feel heartbroken.

Lao Xie was also terrified. Seeing his own photo on a dead person's tombstone was as absurd as seeing his own corpse.

Lao Xie shook his fat fingers and screamed hysterically, as if he was questioning the Mo family: "What's going on!? Why am I there!? Why am I here!? What did you do to me!?"

However, the Mo family gave her indifferent eyes.

"Uncle, we understand."

……

Lao Xie couldn't believe it. The Mo family was as unreasonable as bandits and robbers. If it wasn't for the murder and breaking the law, she had no doubt that these criminals would bury her directly in the grave of that dead man.

This is ridiculous!

so horrible!

The Mo family actually thought that their little uncle had taken a fancy to her, so they didn't want Wang Jirong anymore! ?

Lao Xie thought the Mo family was crazy!

When Lao Xie was in the cemetery just now, he clearly felt the cold refusal breath, which seemed to want to strangle her to death, but the Mo family seemed to be obsessed with ghosts, and could not listen to her explanation. Uncle sent it as a pile.

The Mo family even found a reason for it, saying that her age is more suitable, maybe the uncle thinks that Wang Jirong is too young.

Yes, Wang Jirong and his little uncle are so many years apart, and there is a generation gap between them that is deeper than his grandparents. Maybe Lao Xie, who is over fifty, has more common words with his little uncle?

Immediately, the Mo family forced Lao Xie's husband to divorce her, and they went to the Civil Affairs Bureau to go through the formalities that day.

The Mo family also used Lao Xie's horoscope to write a new marriage letter. When preparing for the night wedding, they burned it for her and made preparations for various shady marriage ceremonies.

At about the same day, the Mo family's company was investigated, and all kinds of troubles came one after another, which made the Mo family go crazy. They felt that they had to solve this problem more quickly, and use a ghost bride who satisfied the uncle. Appease his anger and let him help them get back on track without delay.

Old Xie didn't know whether he was tormented by the Mo family, or because he was angry and frightened. After leaving the cemetery, he began to vomit and have diarrhea, vomiting black water non-stop.

The Mo family felt that this was the bride chosen by the little uncle, and the little uncle wanted to take her away.

Lao Xie was wearing heavy make-up like a dead person buried in a burial, a face like white wall paint, a small mouth like a cherry, and a face like a monkey's butt, and was locked up in her own home.

The Mo family welded the door of Lao Xie's house to prevent Lao Xie from coming out, and after pasting a white letter of happiness in front of her door, they left.

……

Wang Jirong was engrossed in listening, and saw her mother stop suddenly, and asked: "Mom, what then?"

Wang Ma had a strange expression on her face: "Last night, did you hear the sound of playing, playing, playing and singing near us?"

Wang Jirong shook her head, yesterday was the most peaceful sleep she had in recent days, she couldn't have dreamed of sedan chairs and ghosts, she couldn't have been more relaxed, and naturally she didn't hear any messy sounds.

Wang Ma patted her daughter and said comfortingly: "You slept really deeply yesterday. The cats and dogs in our neighborhood barked most of the night, but they didn't wake you up. It really is good."

Wang Jirong hugged her mother.

"Your Auntie Lin heard it last night. She turned on the light to see, and she was terrified. She told us everywhere this morning that she saw Lao Xie being carried out of the house by a group of people who seemed to be walking on stilts. Then threw it into the sedan chair. She also said that Lao Xie had been screaming, scolding the Mo family members and us, but in the end the sedan chair carried her away." Then, Wang Ma pointed to Mo Xiaochen's cemetery with her finger in the direction.

Wang Jirong: "Then, how is Lao Xie now? Missing?"

Wang Ma shook her head: "No. After hearing your Aunt Lin's words, some people were afraid of killing people, so they asked someone to cut open the door of Lao Xie's house, and when they went in, Lao Xie was lying weakly on the bed, as if he had changed into a different person. She couldn't answer what other people asked, as if she was demented, she would wake up from time to time, but she seemed to be terrified, and before she could speak, she screamed and spit out black dirt, some messy things like asphalt, disgusting to death gone."

Wang Jirong felt a little disgusted after hearing Lao Xie's changes.

"Someone who knows something said that she ate the food from the underworld and might not be able to return." At this point, Wang Ma expressed her anger, "She deserves it! If you hadn't found a powerful master, Now you are the one who has become like her, and your father and I must thank Master for going."

Wang Jirong nodded quickly.

·

In the Savage Mountain in Burma, a few furtive figures walked along Shi Dongjin's manor and walked into the volcano that had just erupted not far away.

There is also a lot of condensed and persistent volcanic ash gathered around the volcano, layer by layer, piece by piece, like a dirty rag draped on the mountain, and people walking in the rag plunged headlong into the dust. A look of disgust.

"Three Eyes is talking about this place."

"I don't know if that monster will leave any information there."

"Go down and check."

Looking at the crater, the three exchanged a bit, and soon decided to enter the volcano.

This volcano that has already erupted seems to have exhausted its strength. Although there is still a slight warm-up, there should be no danger in a short time, and the few people are confident.

After going down the pit and turning around at the bottom of the volcano, the three of them were a little disappointed.

"There is nothing here, no treasure, and no remnant breath of monsters."

"Maybe it was burned too quickly by the flames. Let me feel it carefully, and then you can look around."

The leader ordered the two people around him to look for it again, and he sat down, took a gossip mirror, and seemed to be preparing to cast a spell.

After the two people around responded, they continued to investigate, but not long after, in a magma room that had no magma, a person suddenly yelled, and not long after, he was carrying a round object, He ran out of the magma room: "Come and see what I found."

It was a dirty human head.

The man who was about to cast the spell looked over and met the newly opened eyes of the man's head, and immediately shouted: "Throw it away! Throw that thing away!"

"Huh?" The man's hand holding the head loosened inexplicably, and then he saw the head in front of him floating up by itself. You suddenly rushed towards him and bit it off!

"what--!"

The bitten person was caught off guard, as if bitten by the fangs of a poisonous snake, the venom was injected instantly, and he couldn't even make any resistance, watching himself being sucked dry of blood in horror.

"Flying man?"

The leader met Shi Dongjin's eyes, swallowed immediately, knowing that he couldn't run away, so he chanted a spell on the spot, as if he wanted to fight hard.

……

Three corpses were left behind. Under the dirty and disheveled head, with the inhalation of energy-filled blood, necks, shoulders, flesh and blood, hands and feet gradually grew out...

"Isn't he still dead? Hehe, Dacheng really flew his head down and lived forever." Shi Dongjin twisted his newly grown neck, as if he was a little tired, and his smile was a little sarcastic, as if he was laughing at himself. For a moment, he froze.

"Chi... Kacha..."

Shi Dongjin looked down, and in the flesh and blood that had grown just now, the heads and faces of some ghosts protruded, like cysts one by one.

Those ghosts entangled in his flesh and blood, with his resurrection, also woke up. They seemed to be entangled with him from the world to hell, and then from hell to the world, forever and ever.

The evil spirits devoured Shi Dongjin's freshly grown flesh and blood hungrily. Shi Dongjin's body, which had just been obtained by sucking blood, suddenly became weak. frown.

"It looks like we're going to be entangled until the end of the world. Hehe, it seems to be good." Shi Dongjin smiled helplessly, suppressing the backlash of the evil spirits, and staggered to leave this place first, but soon , One of his legs was gnawed off by the evil spirits, and he fell to the ground. The evil spirits who gnawed his flesh and blood suddenly sneered strangely at the embarrassed Shi Dongjin.

"You children are really naughty. Are you bullying me and I don't have the strength to resist now?"

[cluck cluck cluck. 】

That is.

A head-down master driven by raising ghosts cannot be weak. Once he becomes weak, he will be backlashed by the ghosts he raised. This is a race against life, so he has to keep getting stronger. If there is a slight pause, he may encounter backlash There is no rest for the soul.

Shi Dongjin took a deep breath, it really hurt a little.

……

"Send it up, yes, which floor?...Okay."

After hanging up the phone, the courier brother pushed a huge box out of the car. According to the weight and size, the courier brother immediately judged the contents of the box with experience, the silicone doll.

The quality is much higher than the inflatable doll, and the price is also much more expensive. It is estimated that the buyer is a self-made house with good money.

The courier brother pushed the box into the building with his own cart and knocked on the door.

"Squeak." The door opened.

The courier brother stretched out his head to look, but no one came out. He knocked on the opened door and shouted, "Sir? Mr. Shi Dongjin? Your courier has arrived."

"Please put it at the door, I'll get it later."

The courier brother said, "Well, I have to trouble you to come out and sign."

"It's really troublesome...Baby, go and sign for me, and get the package back by the way."

[cluck cluck cluck. 】

The courier brother felt a chill in his heart for no reason, and seemed to hear some rustling footsteps, which were very strange, as if some plastic toy was walking, but the sound was very light, as if the volume was small, and the footsteps were very broken.