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For the first time, Shen Yunqi was turned against a general. Seeing the young man's serious appearance, he couldn't help laughing, but this master, who is also a vegetarian, actually followed his topic and asked:

"I see that you are very proficient when you talk about erecting a memorial tablet. It seems that I am not the first person to be treated like this."

Zhuang Jiuxi also explained sincerely: "That's right. After I moved in, I made a memorial tablet for the ghost boss of the manor. This is equivalent to paying protection fees for entering someone's place. I pray that he will bless me in peace and prosperity." Smoothly.

But Mr. Shen, don't worry, although I want to enshrine two tablets at a time, I will never favor one over the other. After all, you are all living Bodhisattvas in my heart. "

Thinking as a living Bodhisattva, writing tool people are taken advantage of.

"Xiaozhuang!" Secretary Zhao was frightened into a cold sweat, and quickly stretched out his hand to pull him, signaling him to restrain himself.

God damn living Bodhisattva, who saw a ghost and set up a memorial tablet for a living person as an offering, is it crazy!How did I tell you when I came here, why do I dare to say anything to my husband now?

"What do you stop him from doing? I think this proposal is very good."

Shen Yunqi propped his chin with one hand, half-closed his eyes, and seemed to be seriously thinking about the ridiculous suggestion of the young man, and the more he thought about it, the more interesting he found it. He looked sideways at Zhuang Jiuxi, and said solemnly:

"Then tell me how you want to make this tablet, and how to write the name on it? If you are not devout enough, I may not pay for it."

"How can it be impious? I have experience in this matter!" Zhuang Jiuxi, the idiot, was the most able to climb the pole, and immediately talked with eloquence: "Don't worry, I will personally choose the material of the tablet, and then carve it into shape by myself , and finally write your name on it with a brush, I will offer you a portion of what I eat for three meals a day, and burn three incense sticks at night, can you be unreligious?"

Oh yes, the tablet format needs to be changed. The last time I wrote xxxx first, I was ridiculed by Brother Gui. This time I just write it as the seat of the living Bodhisattva Shen Yunqi.

Secretary Zhao's expression was already numb: "..."

He felt that it was unnecessary to worry about Zhuang Jiuxi. This little bastard has a problem with his head. Sooner or later, he will play with his husband to death.

To make a memorial tablet for a living person, if an ordinary person would feel that it was shortening his own life, but this lunatic Shen Yunqi not only disrespected ghosts and gods, but also seemed to have opened the door to a new world, and became more and more enthusiastic.

He laughed in a low voice, his hoarse voice contained an indescribable joy, it was not loud, it sounded calm, but there was a madness in it.

He suddenly thought of something, and asked excitedly:

"Zhao Jin, do you think the ancestors of the Shen family will be pleasantly surprised when they see the tablet of the living Bodhisattva? Although I am not dead yet, I have reunited with them with the tablet in advance, right?"

Listen, is this a human speaking?

Secretary Zhao thought to himself, if you want to do such a bastard thing, the coffin boards of the ancestors of the Shen family will not be able to hold it down!

But on the surface, he was still very cooperative, and said firmly, "You are right."

"Then do it, and show me when you're done."

Shen Yunqi looked at Zhuang Jiuxi with a smile, his violet-like eyes were filled with admiration, and he encouraged: "This kind of constructive idea can be mentioned more in the future."

For some reason, the more gentle and intimate his eyes are, the more chilly Zhuang Jiuxi's body becomes unstoppable. It feels like he is being watched by some dangerous existence, and his heart is about to jump out.

Shen Yunqi pondered for a while, and said to himself: "Of course you should be rewarded for making such a good suggestion. The facilities inside Rongshen Manor can ensure your comfortable life, but going up and down the mountain is always inconvenient..."

As he said, he swept forward with his long and slender hand, hooked out a car key with his fingertips, and casually threw it at the young man, "Do you have a driver's license? If not, let Zhao Jin arrange someone to teach you how to drive."

ding ding bell~

The key collided with the small copper bell pendant, making a crisp sound.

Zhuang Jiuxi caught it subconsciously, and then realized that Shen Yunqi meant... let him drive his own car up and down the mountain in the future?

Worshiping living Bodhisattvas also has such blessings!

"Thank you, Mr. Shen, I will start making memorial tablets as soon as I get back!"

"Go."

Shen Yunqi leaned back on the recliner, and resumed his lazily basking in the sun. With a wave of his hand, Secretary Zhao naturally knew to see off the guests.

This gesture, if ordinary people do it, must be very arrogant, but Zhuang Jiuxi saw that the living Bodhisattva has its own filter, not only did not feel like a little thing that was dismissed casually, but secretly wondered if the Bodhisattva was in poor health , Lack of energy?

After returning home, burn more incense and make offerings, hoping that the Bodhisattva will live a long life.

Feel free to throw money at his face anytime!

Secretary Zhao personally sent Zhuang Jiuxi back to the manor.

On the way back, because of the joy of the windfall, Zhuang Jiuxi insisted on giving Zhao Jin a big red envelope to thank him, but of course he was firmly rejected by the other party.

The car stopped at the door, Secretary Zhao turned to look at the young co-pilot, and said: "Sir, someone will bring you that red Viper tomorrow. The sports car is different from ordinary cars. Let them show you how to get used to it then." on the road."

"Viper?" Zhuang Jiuxi was stunned for a moment, looked down at the car keys in his hand, and was completely dumbfounded, "American supercar?"

Zhao Jin nodded, and said: "Yes, sir, he usually drives by himself, here you are..." He glanced at the car keys, his gaze was fixed on the small copper bell pendant for a few seconds, and then slowly said: "Here, you can use it well."

"Thank you, Secretary Zhao." The young man looked extraordinarily well-behaved and polite at this time.

"You're welcome." Secretary Zhao pursed her lips, seeing that he was about to get out of the car, after a few moments of pondering, she said: "Xiao Zhuang, I can't find Mr.'s information on Baidu, I can tell you something, you Just listen to it, don't go outside and talk."

Zhuang Jiuxi was taken aback when he was about to get off the car, then looked back at him, nodded, "Say it."

He could tell that Secretary Zhao was kind-hearted and wanted to mention something to him.

Zhao Jin took out a cigarette, lit it, and took two puffs. The smell of smoke permeated the whole space, surrounded by mist, and it was his heavy and serious voice:

"Mr.'s full name is Shen Yunqi. The industries under his name are spread across various industries. He is an international leader in the three fields of real estate, technology, and luxury goods. These are basically things that everyone knows. I Say no more."

"Let me tell you about his relationship with the manor in front of him."

Zhuang Jiuxi continued: "I have also heard about this manor. I heard that there is a terrible curse here, and there have been many tragic murders."

"Well, in that massacre 15 years ago, it was Mr.'s whole family who died."

Zhao Jin said lightly: "His parents, brothers and sisters, uncles and cousins, and even some servants, all together were killed overnight, and my husband was only a 17-year-old at that time. The young man who not only witnessed it all, but also experienced it himself."

"When the police came to the door, there were corpses all over the ground. The 17-year-old husband was almost cut off from top to bottom by an axe, but he managed to survive. He was the only one in his family of thirty or so. People survived."

His voice was calm, a narration entirely from the sidelines.

Zhuang Jiuxi was thrilled to hear it, and asked in surprise: "What happened next?"

"Later, the dying husband was taken abroad by his grandparents for recuperation, while in China, the power of the Shen family was swallowed up by partners and competitors, and he withdrew from the business stage."

"It's just that no one thought that the husband would return to China a few years later."

When Zhao Jin said this, he turned to look at him, "You should have heard about the next thing."

"For more than ten years, all the companies that participated in that incident were liquidated one by one. No matter how big the rich and deeply entrenched forces were, they were all uprooted in the end. At first, everyone thought that he just wanted to take back everything from the Shen family. , It was later discovered that he was attacking everyone indiscriminately, regardless of whether you are innocent or not."

"The entire business world has experienced a tragic earthquake." Zhao Jin said softly: "After that, some people have gradually realized that he didn't care about everything that happened to the Shen family back then, and he just wanted revenge on the world with a bad temper. "

Zhuang Jiuxi blinked, slowly digested the information the other party said, and finally nodded, "I understand what you mean."

No matter how gentle and unassuming Shen Yunqi looks, he is actually a time bomb that could explode at any time, a lunatic who has no three views and morals and is not bound by the world.

Secretary Zhao was persuading him not to get too close to Shen Yunqi, so as not to hurt himself.

The boy thanked him sincerely before getting out of the car.

Zhao Jin looked at the back of Zhuang Jiuxi leaving, and slowly showed obscure eyes at the jingling car keys.

Zhuang Jiuxi still didn't quite understand.

If he understood, he should leave here and fly away instead of entering the manor.

A scary man like Mr. would never make you vigilant when he wanted to plot against someone or something. Instead, he would get along with you peacefully and happily. When you were undefended, he had already walked into his careful A good game is set.

You thought you were rewarded with an absurd suggestion, but it was... lurking in danger.

The car key is optional, but the copper bell pendant on the key is a Buddhist magic weapon that can attack ghosts.

Shen Yunqi clearly wanted to see if Zhuang Jiuxi brought the magic weapon into the manor, if he could hurt the ghost inside, and what kind of interesting reaction he would have.

This cold and vicious man.

Ahhh!

The cruel and vicious villain boss suddenly sneezed, and an extremely uncomfortable itching sensation spread from his arms to his whole body.

He bent his sleeves and saw that his skinny wrists were covered with rashes, which were dense and shocking.

is allergic.

The attendants around were panicked when they saw this, and hurriedly called for a personal doctor.

The tingling sensation slowly deepened.

Shen Yunqi sat on the sofa weakly, he didn't even have the strength to lift his fingers, so he had to let the doctor give him first aid.

Gradually, he could even feel the dull pain of shortness of breath and lack of oxygen in the brain due to allergies.

A near-death suffocation surged up...

The man's face was as white as snow, and dense red spots appeared on his wrists and even on his body. Under the extreme pain, a smile appeared on his lips. He didn't have the fear of death, and he even enjoyed this kind of near death. Dead fun.

At this time, Shen Yunqi still had time to think. He was only allergic to fluff, but he didn't see any small animals today.

So, where do allergens come from?