My tablet has become the palm of the antique tycoon

Zhang Yixiong didn't dare to think about it any further. From the corner of his eye, Zhang Weiyu, who was kneeling on the ground, became even more angry, and cursed: "Things that are more successful than failures!"

Zhang Weiyu hung his head and said nothing, and tightly clenched the hands in the sleeves hanging beside him.

Zhang Weiyu has long been used to this kind of scolding and insulting.

Outsiders thought he was the only grandson at the grandfather's knee, the eyeball held in his hand.

But only he himself knows that this is not the case.

Grandpa had strict requirements on him since he was a child, and wanted him to be a son of a family with both civil and military skills.

But Zhang Weiyu was not able to live up to his expectations, and he was always unable to succeed in writing and martial arts, so he was often beaten, scolded and reprimanded by his grandfather.

This kind of request has not diminished because they turned into little ghosts after death, especially when he was cut off by Ming Yi. When grandpa knew about it, he was furious, ignoring his pain and dying, standing in front of his grave and yelling at him was useless thing.

Although Zhang Weiyu was very angry, he didn't dare to argue.

He knew in his heart that once he left grandpa, he would have nothing.

Zhang Yixiong reprimanded a few more words, and warned: "During this time, you'd better stay with me in Xihong honestly. If I find out that you have done something that is not conducive to my continued tenure, I will not interrupt you." Doglegs!"

Zhang Weiyu flinched from being scolded, and answered honestly with his head down: "Understood, Grandpa."

Zhang Yixiong waved his long sleeves. Just as he was about to let him leave, he heard a reminder from the man next to him: "Master Chenghuang, although I may be suspected of making trouble when I say it at this time, I think I still want to report to you."

Zhang Yixiong tilted his head, his tone softened a bit, and asked him: "Master Qi, please speak directly."

Qi Yihan said: "When I went to look for Young Master Zhang just now, I saw that seven or eight of his attendants were seriously injured..."

The man didn't mention the latter words, but the meaning is obvious.

Sure enough, Zhang Yixiong listened, and his brows that had just stretched out were frowned again: "Wei Yu, what's the matter with the entourage by your side?"

"I did it!" Zhang Weiyu said subconsciously. Seeing that his grandfather saw that his expression was wrong, he quickly explained: "They dared to leave their posts as followers, which made me unhappy. I was too angry for a while and couldn't hold back my temper. Beat them up."

After finishing speaking, he immediately admitted his mistake and apologized: "I'm sorry, Grandpa, I know I was wrong, and I won't dare next time."

After Zhang Yixiong listened, he just waved his hands lightly and said, "Okay, pay attention in the future..."

Qi Yihan has long been used to the temperament of the two men who don't regard slaves as human beings, so he questioned aloud: "Is that so?"

"Mr. Zhang, don't blame me for being troublesome. When I came back just now, I happened to bump into them halfway and asked the reason. They didn't seem to say that."

Zhang Weiyu finally couldn't hold back his temper, stood up and pointed at the male ghost and said angrily: "Qi Yihan, you...!"

"Presumptuous!" As soon as Zhang Yixiong uttered his voice, Zhang Weiyu's anger subsided, and he said aggrievedly, "Grandpa, he just doesn't like me, and deliberately provoked trouble for you."

Qi Yihan lowered his head and straightened the cuffs of his suit, pretending to be unintentional: "I'm just worried that Young Master Zhang is not doing things properly. What did he do that will affect the career of the City God? I didn't expect that Young Master Zhang would mistake me for provoking trouble. Then I I'm here to apologize to you."

After Zhang Yixiong listened, he looked at Zhang Weiyu angrily: "Hmph, if you haven't done anything wrong, how can Master Qi pick things up?"

"Be honest, why did you go to the ghost market in Qinglin Province tonight?"

Zhang Weiyu stiffened his neck and refused to admit it: "I didn't do anything, I just went for a stroll."

Qi Yihan raised his eyebrows: "Young Master Zhang is joking, is there no ghost market in our Xihong Province? Why do you want to go to the next province? Young Master Zhang thinks that our ghost market in Xihong Province is not as good as that in Qinglin Province?"

Seeing that he was still provoking, Zhang Weiyu felt that his lungs were going to explode, his fists were clenched tightly, his nails sank into his flesh, his pale lips were tightly pressed, and he wished he could pounce on him and tear him apart.

How could Zhang Yixiong fail to see Qi Yihan's intentions, but it's not surprising.

At the beginning when his grandson Zhang Weiyu proposed the idea of ​​praying for the master, he was beaten up like a ghost by the other party. Since then, the two ghosts have formed a grudge.

Although he felt sorry for his grandson, Qi Yihan was the master sent by Lord Yan to assist him, so he would not dare to offend easily.

Besides, that matter was Zhang Weiyu's fault, and he couldn't do it if he wanted to favor him.

Now that Qi Yihan said that he was thinking of him, Zhang Yixiong couldn't easily expose it. Besides, he also knew his grandson's temperament, and he was worried that he would really do something that would affect his continued tenure.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yixiong jumped up again with a 'pop', glared at Zhang Weiyu, and scolded: "You still refuse to tell the truth!"

Seeing Qi Yihan's calm expression, Zhang Weiyu was worried that he really knew what had happened, and would not dare to lie again, so he could only honestly explain what happened tonight.

"Grandpa, it's not the nonsense that Qi Yihan said that the ghost city in Qinglin province is better than our province's ghost city, it's just that I often go to these ghost markets, so I inevitably get bored, so I heard other little ghosts say that Qinglin There are a few stalls in the ghost market with rare items, so I went there without holding back."

"In the end, I was wandering around in that street, and suddenly a few little ghosts ran over and ran into the followers behind me. It stands to reason that they should apologize to us for touching us, but those little ghosts became arrogant and unreasonable when they heard that our accent was wrong. .”

"Grandpa, you told me that if we are wrong, we should apologize to the other party with a good attitude, but if the other party is wrong and bullies us, we can't suffer this boring loss. You taught me since childhood The truth, I have always kept it in my heart."

When Zhang Weiyu said this, he sneaked a glance at his superior grandfather, and saw that the other party was calm and not angry, obviously enjoying the high hat he was wearing.

Then he had a dispute between the two sides, and at the beginning his side had a slight upper hand, but the nasty Ming Yi suddenly jumped out and told Zhang Yixiong about the merciless beating of his entourage.

"Grandpa, I didn't provoke him. He took the initiative to trouble me."

"You also know that I hate him to the bone now, but even so, I will remember your advice not to have any disputes with him during this period, this time is really..."

Zhang Yixiong frowned, and said, "Since he took the initiative to provoke, then let's let it go."

Seeing that he wanted to take this matter lightly, Qi Yihan couldn't help reminding: "Master Chenghuang..."

"Okay." Zhang Yixiong interrupted him, and said to Zhang Weiyu: "Recently, you have to stay with me in Xihong honestly. If I find you sneaking out of the province with your entourage again, no matter what the reason, I will interrupt you." Your dogleg."

Zhang Weiyu saw that his grandfather was defending himself, so he was overjoyed, and quickly responded: "I'll make a note of it."

Zhang Yixiong waved to him, signaling him to back down.

Qi Yihan watched Zhang Weiyu leave, frowned calmly, but soon returned to normal, and didn't say anything more.

After all, what he said just now when he met those attendants and asked the reason was all made up, but he felt strange when he saw those attendants being beaten up one by one, their skins were blue and their faces were swollen, so he deliberately mentioned it in front of Zhang Yixiong, bombing Zhang Weiyu.

Although Zhang Yixiong protected the other party, it can also be seen how stupid Zhang Weiyu is.

Don't say he didn't meet, even if he did meet, those followers would not dare to disobey him and tell themselves the truth.

That's good too, having such a stupid enemy can save him a lot of worry.

At four o'clock in the morning, when the sky was about to dawn, Qi Yihan came out of the Town God's Temple and floated towards the Xihong Cemetery. Just halfway there, a ghost figure sprang out from the nearby woods and hugged him from behind.

"Wife!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Qi Yihan didn't struggle, let him hold her, and said in a calm tone, "Why did you come here?"

Minggui smiled brightly, rubbed his head against the back of his neck, and said coquettishly, "I miss you so much."

"Ah."

Ming Gui could hear some displeasure in his tone, raised his head in doubt, looked at his face sideways, and asked, "Wife, what's wrong with you?"

Qi Yihan shook his head: "It's okay."

Ming Gui frowned and asked, "Is that old guy Zhang Yixiong bothering you again?"

Qi Yihan shook his head in denial.

Ming Gui didn't believe it, and angrily said: "I'll go and dig up his ancestral grave!"

Qi Yihan hurriedly pulled him back, and reprimanded him: "Calm down, why are you always so impulsive, and want to tear up people's ancestral graves at every turn."

Even if Zhang Yixiong had hundreds of ancestral graves, it would not be enough for him to uncover.

Minggui snorted softly: "Who made him always trouble you."

Qi Yihan is a ghost sent by Lord Yan, Zhang Yixiong respects him on the surface, but secretly rejects him.

After all, no one likes to have the eyeliner placed by his boss around him, so Zhang Yixiong always likes to carry Qi Yihan behind his back when doing things.

Qi Yihan knew that Minggui was impulsive, and if he didn't tell him the matter, he would think in private that he was being bullied and that he was going to do something to expose someone's ancestral grave, so he told him what happened tonight.

After Ming Gui heard it, he laughed and said, "It's what you deserve."

Qi Yihan frowned: "Your younger brother cut off the lifeline of his family, these fathers will definitely not let him go easily, and they may decide how to calculate in private, you are not worried at all."

Ming Gui raised his eyebrows: "Why worry about that, my brother's martial strength is beyond the reach of ordinary ghosts. Didn't you just say that the seven or eight attendants brought by Zhang Weiyu were beaten badly by him?"

As he spoke, he couldn't help leaning forward, buried his head in Qi Yihan's neck, and whispered: "My wife, you smell so sweet."

"..." Qi Yihan pushed him away: "Be serious, Zhang Weiyu is a mindless piece of trash, I'm not worried, I mean Zhang Yixiong, he looks rough on the surface, but in fact he is very sinister and cunning, you were not before I said that Qinglin Province was set up to attract ghosts, luckily Grandpa Ming discovered it early, if this was not discovered, the consequences would be disastrous."

The evil spirits in hell come out to cause harm to the world, just thinking about it makes me feel scared.

Minggui didn't care and said: "Oh, don't worry, my grandfather is on guard against him, but you, who are in Cao Ying and have a heart in Han, be careful to be dealt with secretly by Zhang Yixiong."

Qi Yihan opened his mouth, and just about to say something, Ming Gui suddenly leaned in and kissed him, blocking his words back.

"My elder brother is in the underworld. He told me in private that King Yan knew about the formation last time, so don't worry about it. You might as well serve me when you have this time. The next door came over, you have to make it up to me."

Qi Yihan: "Didn't you just..."

"Last night was the night before, and tonight is tonight. There's no reason why one meal is worth two or three days."

"..."

Qi Yihan had long been used to his temperament of black and white sophistry, and he was forced to float towards the cemetery with a helpless face.

At noon the next day, in Wanbaozhai.

As usual, Cao Xuanhe sat by the window and played with the objects on the tray.

A few days ago, because of Ming Yi's affairs, he hadn't been in the mood to play with these things.

It wasn't until Ming Yi clarified the matter with him last night that his heart knot was opened and he regained his composure.

Just as he was picking up a turquoise jade bottle to examine carefully, a figure broke in and sat down opposite him without any politeness.

"Cao Xuanhe, why do you suddenly want to investigate the case seven or eight years ago?"

Cao Xuanhe looked indifferent, and while looking at the sapphire bottle, asked: "Did you bring the dossier?"

Yin Youran put a sealed cowhide bag on the table, and continued to ask: "Is there anything strange about Ming Yi's death?"

Cao Xuanhe put the bottle back on the tray, picked up the cowhide bag, opened the rope wrapped around the button, and hummed lightly.

When Yin Youran heard the words, he immediately became interested: "What's wrong?"

Cao Xuanhe opened the file, looked through the content carefully and quickly, and frowned when he saw that the conclusion of the case was [accidental death due to natural gas leakage].

"Ming Yi's family did not die accidentally, but were murdered."

Yin Youran showed surprise, resting his chin with one hand and said: "But I don't think Mingyi looks resentful."

Cao Xuanhe said: "That's because he has kind thoughts in his heart, it doesn't mean that those who murdered him are not wrong."

Yin Youran curled his lips and clicked his tongue: "Two years ago, I really can't imagine that you would openly favor one person... um, favor one brat."

Cao Xuanhe raised his eyes, glanced at him, saw the dark red spots on his neck, frowned, and asked, "It's been so leisurely lately."

Yin Youran caught his gaze and smiled brightly: "Hehehe, it's all thanks to you, otherwise Si Ling wouldn't have allowed me to be so full."

"..."

Yin Youran didn't seem to see Cao Xuanhe's displeasure, raised his neck at him, and said, "Look, my wife sucked it for me. This is the first time he sucked strawberries for me."

After he finished speaking, he deliberately stared at Cao Xuanhe's fair neck, and pretended to be surprised: "Hey, didn't your little devil give you one?"

"He's still busy with things in the cemetery and hasn't come back, is he?" Yin Youran ignored Cao Xuanhe's increasingly ugly face, clicked his tongue twice, and sighed, "Then you will suffer for a few days."

Cao Xuanhe's hand holding the document tightened, unable to bear it any longer, he threw the cowhide bag into his arms: "Get lost!"

Seeing his distraught appearance, Yin Youran laughed out loud.

After a while, Yin Youran stopped laughing, looked at the gloomy face of the man opposite, and said, "But Boss Cao, as a friend, I still want to remind you that if you endure too much, you will easily cause problems. If you really don’t have time to come back, you should take the initiative to go to the cemetery.”

Yin Youran leaned closer and said in a low voice, "Working there must be more exciting."

"Crack." The sapphire bottle in Cao Xuanhe's hand shattered because it was held too tightly.

"Cao Zhong." The man's tone was cold.

"Master." Cao Zhong got down from the shelf.

"Call out."

When Yin Youran heard the words, he stood up from the chair in an instant, and fled before Cao Zhong could do anything.