After time travel, I got rich by catching ghosts and selling talismans

Wu Xuan's face was cold, and when he raised his hand lightly, there was a soft force to gently lift Baby Yuan: "Mr. Yuan, don't be too polite."

Yuan Baobao had a surprised expression on his face, and took advantage of the opportunity to sit down on the sofa beside him.

Wu Xuan silently watched him sitting on the sofa he bought all dirty, feeling extremely depressed: "..."

Yuan Baobao didn't realize it, and rubbed his dirty hands when he was running in the mountains and forests: "Well, senior shop owner..."

"... Just call me Wu Xuan." Master Wu Xuan said slowly.

"Senior Wuxuan!" Yuan Baobao changed his words instantly, and Qiqi Ai said, "That...you still remember..."

Wu Xuan raised his eyes and looked at him expressionlessly.

remember, remember what?

Xia Yuhe by the Daming Lake?

Yuan Baobao looked a little shy under his gaze, lowered his head and said shyly, "Just... Senior Wu Xuan, do you still remember the little book of geomancy and geomancy that hacked you on the Internet?"

The embarrassing look of a skinny middle-aged old man who could only be regarded as clean-looking, Wu Xuan silently looked away, and said calmly: "...Remember."

He still remembers that he slapped his face so hard.

But if you take a closer look at the aura on his body, it is indeed that little book.

"That's me." The blood on Yuan Baobao's face faded, and he smiled wryly, "Actually, I didn't believe it when I saw your reply, Senior Wu Xuan..."

A talisman shopkeeper replied casually with cruel words. Yuan Baobao is in this business himself. How can he not know what speaking skills are?Wu Xuan's words came out lightly, but once he followed Wu Xuan's train of thought, then he would lose!

So Yuan Baobao sneered disdainfully at that time, and flicked through Wu Xuan's reply lightly, and began to think about what kind of rhythm he should bring in the second wave.

Is it because Hei Wuxuan has no such person in the metaphysics world, or is Hei Wuxuan so young that he has no one to talk nonsense about his seniors?

Oh, it's really hard to choose~

However, before he could figure it out, Wu Xuan's counterattack began to bear fruit.

First, the murderer was hit, then Jin Wushui was seriously ill, and finally there were other disasters that several big Vs were about to encounter or would appear in the near future. It was as accurate as hiring a group of private detectives. It's the same as keeping an eye on them 24 hours a day and reporting to Wu Xuan.

Yuan Baobao panicked, and seeing the rising heat, he simply went back to his hometown and started a live broadcast to check his ancestral grave.

This investigation actually found some problems!

The back mound of his father's cemetery was purposely poured and smoothed with cement, and even a shovel may not leave a white mark—that's why he told Wu Xuan about the seepage of the cemetery. He scoffed at the rupture.

But when it came to the cemetery, behind the concrete cemetery, there was a very... special shape cracked in the dark mound behind the graveyard.

However, this is his father's tomb after all. As a son of man, it would be unfilial not to know something wrong with his father's tomb in the first place. Now that he knows, how can he turn a blind eye?

Yuan Baobao quickly asked someone who repaired the cemetery to come over. After repairing the cemetery again, he specially invited the master from the temple to come over, blow and beat, chant scriptures to appease, and the whole process was done very well.

At that time, he held back a little bit. Although it turned out that Wu Xuan was right and he had already been slapped in the face, as a geomantic omen celebrity on Weibo, he still saved face and did not reply to Wu Xuan. All of Wuxuan Rhythm's Weibo posts have been deleted.

Who knew that it was because he was so dead that he wanted to save face and suffer, and the next situation got out of hand...

Wu Xuan listened to his eloquent and emotional narration of how he beat him with rhythm before, his brows moved slightly, and his expression was extremely cold.

Yuan Baobao smiled awkwardly, changed the subject and continued: "At first I didn't think that something happened to the ancestral grave..."

At that time, he watched the workers mix cement with his own eyes, watched the workers repair the cemetery, and personally invited the master to chant scriptures to appease him. From the beginning to the end, let alone the marriage, it can be regarded as a beginning and an end. How could he think that he had just dealt with it? After leaving the hometown after this incident, something happened in the back foot of the house, either a thief entered the house, or the family members were injured, in short, all kinds of unlucky things seemed to come out all at once.

But what really alerted Yuan Baobao was his mother who called in person, crying and panting in a hoarse voice, telling him that the family was not peaceful. There was a lot of noise.In addition, every night when his mother slept until midnight, she would wake up suddenly, and the black figure would sit quietly at the foot of the bed, staring at her faintly.

The old lady stayed in her hometown by herself, and almost rolled under the bed in fright. After calling her son, she didn't care about continuing to communicate with the little sisters in the neighborhood, and followed her son to the city.

However, when she left, the situation did not improve, but became more and more terrifying.

The black shadow followed her like a shadow, and seemed to follow her at any time, and as time passed, its moving range became wider and wider. Even when Yuan Baobao went out, the small black shadow that split from the black shadow would also follow her. behind him.

And once he is followed by the shadow, it means that he will become very unlucky.

In the past five days, he has almost walked on the line of life and death several times. Later, he took a look on Weibo, his heart was moved for some reason, and he ran back to his hometown to look at it, and he was suddenly dumbfounded——

The big crack that had just been repaired on his father's grave cracked again at some point!

After all, he is also in this line of work, and he noticed something was wrong almost immediately. He estimated the ability of his half-bottle of water, and contacted several masters decisively, but those masters came to show him, and the suggestions they put forward were nothing more than Ask people to mend the cracks, invite monks to recite scriptures, burn more paper money... and other trivial answers.

But Yuan Baobao had already tried these methods, and the matter became more and more serious.

His old mother had fallen yesterday. Although she didn't hurt her life, she broke a leg.

And he himself, being followed by the black shadow, was so unlucky again and again, and under the exhaustion of heart failure, he haggarded a lot in just a few days.

At the end of Yuan Baobao's speech, she couldn't help crying bitterly.

Wu Xuan looked at a big man on the opposite side crying with snot and tears, wiped it with his hands and wanted to put him on the sofa, finally couldn't help it, took the paper box next to him, and handed it over.

"Uh——" Yuan Baobao took out two pieces of paper, blew his nose, and hiccupped, "Senior Wu Xuan, you must help me, junior!"

He really has no choice!

I have no skills, and the masters I invited couldn't see the problem, and most of the people I knew were half a bottle of water like him... After thinking about it, it turned out that he had hacked with rhythm on the Internet, and he thought it was A Taobao shopkeeper who cheated money may have something to do with him.

While blowing his nose, he looked at Wu Xuan out of the corner of his eye.

With a kind smile on his face, Wu Xuan watched him keep throwing the snot-blowing paper into the trash basket, and raised his eyebrows: "So Mr. Yuan, you mean that you suspect that these things are all caused by that black shadow , and this black shadow is somehow related to your father's tomb?"

Yuan Baobao's eyes flickered slightly, and he opened his mouth and let out an "ah".

Wu Xuan's half-smile was not a smile, and his gorgeous face made people feel a little arrogant for no reason: "Mr. Yuan, are you sure you have told everything?"

Yuan Baobao was startled, and replied evasively: "Well...it should be."

"What should it mean?" Wu Xuan picked up the white porcelain cup and took a sip of the clear and sweet spirit tea, his beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze was as cold as if he could see into the depths of a person's heart, "Mr. Yuan's words, I can't quite understand it."

Yuan Baobei swallowed: "Well... I... I don't really remember some details."

Wu Xuan tapped on the table with his fingers, and his slender fingers bent into a beautiful arc: "It seems that Mr. Yuan was really frightened, and he forgot to say that before that black shadow appeared, many people appeared beside Mr. Yuan." Something out of the ordinary."

The smile on his lips gradually deepened, the whole person sat on the sofa, his long hair poured down like a cloud, his temperament seemed really unfathomable.

Yuan Baobao was startled when he heard the words, raised his head and smiled awkwardly at Wu Xuan: "Senior Wu Xuan, I'm sorry, I'm just..."

I still don't quite believe him, so I want to try it out.

Wu Xuan smiled lightly, very understanding: "Mr. Yuan's concerns, I understand."

Hehe, it is very sincere to try and record.

Seeing that Wu Xuan really didn't seem to care, Yuan Baobao breathed a sigh of relief, secretly pinched off the recording pen that had been recording, and continued: "The situation is similar to what you said, Senior Wu Xuan..."

Indeed, before that black shadow appeared, many unusual things happened around him—in fact, if it wasn’t for his ability to speak less, he would probably have died.

Yuan Baobao regretted his life. Naturally, he asked many masters to watch, but no matter how he looked, he couldn't find the reason. He could only endure it until the ancestral grave incident broke out together.

He looked at Wu Xuan with full expectation: "I don't know if Senior Wu Xuan has seen the crux of the problem?"

Wu Xuan shook his head with an inscrutable expression.

Yuan Baobao's heart suddenly rose.

Then he saw Wu Xuan took a book from the side bookshelf and pushed it over.

"Please." Wu Xuan made a gesture, "Mr. Yuan, choose a business level."

"Simply and neatly avoid future troubles... Rough suppression does not guarantee non-recurrence... Huairou policy can guarantee 30 years of worry-free..." Yuan Baobao read it again with a blank face, then raised his head and asked Wu Xuan, "These grades... ...is there any difference?"

Grandmaster Wu Xuan smiled slightly: "The prices are different."

Yuan Baobao: "..."

——Adaptive pricing, re-emerging from the rivers and lakes!

Their store is open for business without any deceit. Although Mr. Yuan saw that the business is all priced according to the situation, but when you take it out, you can guarantee that the price is very reasonable!

It's not that Wu Xuan can't accept someone testing his ability, but Yuan Baobao took the lead in blackmailing him before, and now he wants to trick him into recording, that's really annoyed.

The author has something to say: Brother Xuan: I usually don’t get angry. When I get angry, I don’t want to discount or even set a high price:)

Brother Xuan was bullied when Empress Cen was away (no)