My tablet has become the palm of the antique tycoon

When Ming Yi heard it, he didn't care about other things, he said "I have something to do, I won't go out tonight" to the curly hair and the flat head, and rushed to Qinglin Town God's Temple.

Ming Weihai sat behind the desk, rubbing his forehead with one hand, sighing softly with a sad face.

Just when he was worried, the door of the palace was pushed open.

"grandfather!"

When the City God heard Ming Yi's clear and familiar voice, the sadness on his face instantly dissipated, and a kind smile hung on his face.

"Stinky boy, why do you remember me here?"

Ming Yi ignored his inquiry, walked over quickly, and asked expectantly: "Grandpa, has the Zhang family been dismissed?"

The smile on Ming Weihai's face froze, he sighed and shook his head: "No."

"Zhang Yixiong has been the City God for a hundred years, how can his strength be underestimated, and the result of his continued tenure is also expected, but..."

Ming Weihai didn't know what to think, and sighed again.

Seeing this, Ming Yi couldn't help frowning, and asked, "Just what?"

Ming Weihai: "It's just that this time I have completely torn faces with him."

Ming Yi said indifferently: "If you tear your face, you will tear your face. How can we still be afraid of him?"

Ming Weihai shook his head: "It's not that I'm afraid, but if I offend a villain like Zhang Yixiong, I'll have a headache in the future."

Ming Yi thought of what Master Liu had said to him, felt a little guilty, and stretched out his hand across the table to help Grandpa rub his temples.

"I'm sorry, Grandpa, I'm all to blame for getting into trouble."

Because of Grandpa Chenghuang, the Zhang family intended to befriend them, not to mention what happened behind the scenes, at least on the surface they maintained a false peace.

Now this hypocrisy has also been broken by Ming Yi.

Ming Weihai snorted softly, brushed his hand away, and said angrily: "Now that the trouble has come to this point, what's the use of apologizing?"

"Although it wasn't all your fault that time, it doesn't mean that what you did was right. Next time you encounter something, you can't be so impulsive."

Ming Yi knew he was wrong, and listened to his grandfather's reprimand, he only dared to stick out his tongue in secret, and did not refute.

The City God couldn't see his cute appearance the most, and all the reprimands he had originally said disappeared immediately.

He raised his hand and patted Ming Yi's head, feeling that his soft hair was nice to the touch, and couldn't help but patted him on the head twice, telling him, "You must protect yourself from now on."

Seeing that Grandpa didn't mean to blame himself, Ming Yi asked another matter with a smile on his face again.

"Grandpa, I heard from Master Liu that when you went to the underworld, you brought a middle-aged female ghost with you?"

Lord Chenghuang nodded: "Yeah."

Ming Yi hurriedly asked: "How is that female ghost doing now?"

Seeing his appearance, City God frowned: "You know her?"

Ming nodded: "Yeah."

Lord Chenghuang said: "On the way to the underworld, I heard her tell her about her crimes, killing her relatives, she will probably be sentenced severely."

Ming Yi asked again: "Will it be so serious that you will be out of your wits?"

Lord Cheng Huang shook his head: "No, although her actions are cruel, the case will involve cause and effect, and there are past life crimes, so it's troublesome."

When Ming Yi heard his grandfather say that Bai Huiying would not be annihilated in ashes, he was slightly relieved, thinking that such a result was also a comfort.

Coming out of the Town God's Temple, Ming Yi remembered the matter of arresting evil spirits for a bounty, and turned back to ask for money.

After a while, he came out with a satisfied half sack of gold ingots.

Back at the cemetery, curly-haired, crew-cut, and tuberculosis all came together.

Ming Yi was not hypocritical, and sat cross-legged in front of his tombstone to share the bill with the little ghosts.

According to what was said before, Ming Yi will split the bill with them fifty-fifty, and then they will distribute the money.

As for the share of the tuberculosis ghost, the other party confiscated it and handed it directly to Ming Yi, saying that he was grateful to him for saving his parents' lives before.

Ming Yi wanted to refuse, but the tuberculosis man insisted on giving it, so he had no choice but to accept it.

On the whole, the account sharing was very pleasant. If it wasn't dawn soon, they would have to go to the ghost market to buy something to celebrate.

Not long after, the sky was getting brighter, and Ming Yi returned to sleep in the urn with a pile of gold ingots.

In the past few days, he had fun and seemed to have forgotten someone.

In the bedroom, Cao Xuanhe stared at the ceiling in thought, thinking, what is the kid doing?

He clearly has a playful nature, but four or five days have passed here, and the other party didn't say he came back to see him, and he didn't even make a phone call.

Cao Xuanhe was a little annoyed, but no matter how angry he was, the other party couldn't see him, he was just asking for trouble.

He even regretted it a little bit, regretted letting the kid go.

That day Cao Xuanhe saw that Ming Yi had something to hide from him, out of respect, he didn't ask too much.

But when he thought that Ming Yi would not come back for more than ten days, he became inexplicably irritable.

Cao Xuanhe turned his head and glanced at the empty place next to him, recalling Ming Yi's cute appearance when he just woke up, he thought, habit is really a terrible thing.

He forcibly pulled his thoughts back, got up and got out of bed, went to wash and eat.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, Cao Xuanhe didn't have a single task these days, and he couldn't even divert his attention.

This is still the case today, so Cao Xuanhe thought about going out for a walk.

Now it's hot summer, the sun is scorching hot, it may be because of the heavy yin on his body, Cao Xuanhe didn't feel how hot the sun was on his body, and even walked around the park under the sun without sweating much drop.

In the morning, there were very few people in the park, only a few old men, wearing white vests and holding fans, playing chess and mahjong while fanning the wind.

Cao Xuanhe walked over to look at it for a while, but finally couldn't stand the crowded crowd and the smell of sweat from the people around him, so he turned and left.

It stands to reason that he has long been used to being alone, so he shouldn't have this kind of boredom of doing nothing.

But at this moment, he felt very bored. No matter who he was looking at or what he was doing, he felt bored.

Although Cao Xuanhe didn't want to admit it, he did miss a certain little thing.

It's really heartless, saying that he will be away for ten days and half a month, and he doesn't even know how to make a phone call during the period, doesn't he miss himself?

Thinking of this, Cao Xuanhe became even more irritable.

Taking the tree next to him as Ming Yi, he took two heavy shots to vent his emotions.