My tablet has become the palm of the antique tycoon

Maybe it was because he had explained his identity to Cao Xuanhe, so Ming Yi didn't need to worry anymore.

He complained more vigorously, not only telling Cao Xuanhe that some time ago, because of the rampant evil spirits, many ghost messengers died, which caused the little ghosts to be out of control and the underworld to be chaotic.

The ghost messengers who have just taken office are weak and incompetent, and there are often situations where evil people deceive officials.

"Actually, I'm going back this time not only because of my health, but also because I want to take this opportunity to help Grandpa maintain the order of the underworld in Qinglin City and relieve him of his worries." Ming Yi took a peek at the man's expression and asked a little cautiously: "I just lost it like this." Come on, you... won't be angry, will you?"

Cao Xuanhe asked: "Why do you think I will be angry?"

Ming Yi: "..."

Can you say just by feeling?

When he first came in, the living room was pitch black, with Cao Xuanhe's back facing him, and his whole body exuded the air-conditioning of not disturbing others.

He was too excited to pay too much attention, but now that he thinks about it carefully, he can realize that the man is different from his usual indifference.

Cao Xuanhe denied it flatly: "No."

Ming Yi didn't believe it: "Really?"

Cao Xuanhe pursed his lips and murmured.

When Ming Yi saw this, he couldn't believe it even more, put his arms around his neck and comforted him: "Don't be angry, I really didn't mean to hide you on purpose, and it was true that I wanted to separate for a while because my body couldn't hold on..."

When he said this, he couldn't help muttering in a low voice: I don't know what you look like.

Cao Xuanhe was so close, this passage was sent to his ears verbatim.

"I don't know what?" he asked.

Ming Yi was a little bit more shy, he hesitated and said: "It's just... always something to lure me."

It stands to reason that he is the one who bears it, even if it is hollowed out, he should be the one who hollowed out Cao Xuanhe.

But I don't know if this kind of thing has something to do with personality.

Every time he couldn't bear it first, coupled with the huge capital of the opponent, Ming Yi couldn't bear it at all.

When he woke up the next day, Mingyi himself felt ashamed of his exhausted and weak limbs.

"Although there is no precedent for the kid to die on the bed because of this kind of thing, I still think it is necessary to restrain yourself, after all, you are also old..."

The arms around Ming Yi's waist tightened, making him instantly aware of the threat, and quickly explained: "No, no, no, I didn't mean that, I mean me, although I look young, I can't stand such a toss."

Cao Xuanhe rubbed the kid's chin with his white palm, and said in a low voice, "You think I'm old?"

Ming Yi desperately shook his head.

"No, I mean it's not good to do too much of that kind of thing."

Cao Xuanhe did not speak, his fingertips were still caressing his chin, and there was a bit of indescribable deep meaning in his eyes.

Ming Yi became nervous for a moment: "You, you can't mess around, we agreed on the phone just now..."

Cao Xuanhe interrupted him: "I didn't agree."

Ming Yi: "..."

Is he digging a hole and jumping down by himself?

Cao Xuanhe directly hugged him and stood up, walking towards the bathroom, Ming Yi exclaimed: "Cao Xuanhe!"

"Didn't you say you're still in good health?" The man hooked his lips: "Let me check."

Ming Yi struggled to break free and exclaimed, "...don't!"

"Hush—" Cao Xuanhe signaled him to stop talking, lowered his head and whispered in the kid's ear, "Cao Zhong is in the study."

When Ming Yi heard this, his voice stuck in his throat for an instant, and he subconsciously turned to look into the closed study room, begging in his tone: "Cao Xuanhe, don't..."

Cao Xuanhe comforted softly: "Just look."

At one o'clock in the morning in the middle of the night, on the side of the wilderness road.

Several strong male ghosts fell to the ground and groaned in pain. A thin man with long hair tied up was angrily beating and kicking them, swearing non-stop.

"A bunch of useless dogs, you can't do this little thing well, what use do I need you?"

"What are you talking about to protect me, just you trash, how to protect me, how to protect me!"

Next to him, a young man in an ancient short jacket persuaded in surprise and fear: "Master, be careful with your body, these bastards are not worthy of your anger."

Zhang Weiyu scolded angrily: "Get out!"

This sound frightened the young man so that he stopped talking for an instant, not daring to persuade him any more.

At this moment, a black shadow quickly teleported over, and said in a low tone, not humble, "Zhang Weiyu."

"Who is it!"

Zhang Weiyu was playing to his heart's content, when suddenly he was called by his first and last name, and his tone was extremely bad.

He tossed his hair and looked towards the source of the sound. Seeing that it was the upright and serious Qi Yihan in a suit and gold-rimmed glasses, most of his anger disappeared in an instant.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he was very afraid of the man in front of him.

He is the master of Xihong Province, a big celebrity beside his grandfather, and in the underworld of Xihong Province, he can be said to be above all ghosts under one ghost.

Zhang Weiyu was three points shorter in front of him.

Speaking of which, Zhang Weiyu once coveted his beauty, and approached him to offer all kinds of courtesies, but in the end he didn't take any advantage, and was beaten up violently by him.

Afterwards, he went to complain to his grandpa, but he didn't expect his grandpa to beat him up after hearing what had happened, and warned him not to think of Qi Yihan in the future.

When Zhang Weiyu saw how his grandfather was protecting him, he wondered if his grandfather had also taken a fancy to him.

However, several years have passed, and he still hasn't caught his adulterous affair with his grandfather.

Zhang Weiyu tidied up his clothes with a bit of anger, and said in a cold tone, "What's the matter, Master Praying?"

Qi Yihan was also concerned about his attitude, and said in a cold tone, "Mr. Zhang is looking for you."

Zhang Weiyu said angrily, "What do you want from me?"

Qi Yihan: "You'll know when you go."

Zhang Weiyu frowned impatiently: "Got it."

As he spoke, he kicked the strong male ghost who was closest to him, and cursed angrily: "Sight-seeing dog, get out of here!"

After the words fell, several strong male ghosts quickly got up from the ground and left in a hurry.

For a while, only Zhang Weiyu, Qi Yihan, and the boy who hung his head and dared not speak were left here.

Zhang Weiyu glanced at the backs of them running away, cursed bad luck in a low voice, and turned to Qi Yihan who was silent beside him: "Let's go."

Qi Yihan glanced at him sideways, and said with a cold face: "I hope you can remember to bring your mobile phone with you when you go out next time. If you forget it next time and delay some urgent matters, don't blame me for not reminding you."

After saying that, Qi Yihan teleported away without any intention of waiting for him.

Zhang Weiyu was reprimanded and froze in place, until Qi Yihan's ghost disappeared, and he reacted angrily, "What the hell are you, you are pointing fingers at me."

He spun around in frustration, trying to find something to vent, but the surroundings were full of weeds.

In the end, his eyes fell on the boy who shrank himself into a quail, he raised his foot and kicked over, pointing at the kid who was kicked to the ground and cursed: "I will destroy you sooner or later!"

The little servant was so frightened that he trembled all over, knelt down on the ground and kept begging for mercy.

Zhang Weiyu snorted coldly, and floated in the direction where Qi Yihan disappeared.

In fact, this is not the first time Qi Yihan has reminded him to bring a mobile phone when he goes out, but Zhang Weiyu is an ancient kid who doesn't understand mobile phones at all.

Usually, Qi Yihan and the others talked about WeChat and emails, but he couldn't find them at all.

Zhang Weiyu even felt that they deliberately took out this kind of thing to demonstrate against him, and he didn't know how these people in later generations were bewitched, shouting nonsense about modern society and everyone being equal every day.

How can people be equal? ​​He is the grandson of the Provincial City God, and those little ghosts who claim to be modern people are just ordinary little ghosts.

When these little ghosts see him, they should kneel or kneel respectfully to salute.

But those brats didn't do this. They knew his identity, but when they met him halfway, they ignored him.

Even when Zhang Weiyu ordered them to do things casually, the other party would sneer with disdain, look at him like an idiot, throw him a blank stare and turn away.

At the beginning, Zhang Weiyu was able to use force to suppress the opponent. He beat the opponent to the ground and couldn't get up. He was forced to bow his head and admit his mistake.

But the number of times is too many, and it is inevitable to encounter a few difficult thorns.

Ming Yi counts as one, and so does Qi Yihan.

There are also many dogs that he can't even name, all of them are hard bones, saying that Yangjian Huaxia has been liberated by the people long ago, and his master-slave thinking has become rubbish dross, let him put away his bossy, Take for granted the attitude of people.

As early as a few years ago, some little ghosts even organized a team in private because they were dissatisfied with the fact that the City God only used ancient ghosts instead of modern ghosts as ghost messengers, clamoring to overthrow the Xihong Temple of the City God and replace this old-fashioned City God.

At that time, he, his grandfather and others were trapped in the Temple of the City God, and were almost tied up alive by these lunatics.

Later, Lord Yan sent ghost soldiers to suppress him, and took Grandpa to the underworld. When he came back, Qi Yihan, a modern ghost, was by his side.

After that, his grandfather's attitude changed suddenly, and he began to reuse the modern kid.

But Zhang Weiyu was used to being the young master, and for a while he couldn't accept the idea of ​​being equal to those poor modern brats.

In addition, the rebellion caused him a lot of shadows, so he very much refused to contact modern ghosts.

All these years around him are all respectful and obedient ancient brats.

He doesn't like others, and others don't like to have more contact with him.

After a long time, Zhang Weiyu, who has no modern ghosts around him, seems to be a bit behind closed doors. He can't even play with basic communication tools such as mobile phones.

Qi Yihan said it was a tool for communication, but it turned into a useless lump of iron in his hands.

The gate of Xihong Town God's Temple.

Zhang Weiyu put away the anger all over his body, and put on a decent smile on his face.

He looked down at the clothes on his body, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong, he walked into the Chenghuang Temple with a smile.

However, what Zhang Weiyu didn't expect was that he just entered the hall and called grandpa.

An inkstone was thrown at him, he was unprepared, unable to dodge in time, he was hit straight on the ground, the black ink in the inkstone soaked his moon white robe, and in an instant, there were many black stains.

"You worthless thing, why don't you kneel down to me!"

Zhang Weiyu was smashed for no reason, and looked blankly at Zhang Yixiong, who was bearded and staring behind the table.

"grandfather?"

Zhang Yixiong said angrily, "I told you to kneel down!"

Zhang Weiyu saw that he was so angry, although he didn't know what happened, he still knelt down obediently, but his face showed great dissatisfaction.

Zhang Yi slumped back on the chair in a heroic manner, and asked, "Tell me, where did you go tonight?"

Zhang Weiyu's back stiffened, and his voice was weak: "Just walk around."

"Crack." Zhang Yixiong patted the case on the table and asked forcefully, "Tell the truth!"

Zhang Weiyu glanced at Qi Yihan who was standing silently beside him, pursed his lips, and said honestly: "I went to the ghost city in the south of Qinglin Province."

Zhang Yixiong's undiminished anger flared up again: "What are you doing running there?"

Zhang Weiyu hurriedly explained: "Grandpa, I just went to play and didn't cause trouble."

Zhang Yixiong snorted coldly: "You thought you could hide it from me with your little thoughts. You suffered such a big loss there, why don't you know how to have a long memory?"

Mentioning this, Zhang Yixiong trembled with anger.

Although they are ghosts now, they cannot pass on the family line.

But the incense is passed on, this kind of thought is engraved in their bones, how much hatred the other party can have against them, and it actually cut off his precious grandson's escape!

Although Zhang Yixiong was angry, he was more tolerant than Zhang Weiyu.

At that time, he was at the juncture of continuing his tenure. Even if he broke his teeth, he had to swallow it in his stomach.

He couldn't let this matter go easily.

But now that he has just confirmed his re-employment within a few days, and the government has not even issued an official document, how dare Zhang Weiyu go to other people's homes to make trouble.

In case old man Ming finds out, he will take the opportunity to go to the underworld to file a complaint, which will affect his succession as City God...