The Villain Has Blackened Again

The beds in this room are big and soft, and the quilts are made of fine satin. The little broken bed in Li Dazhuang's house is completely incomparable to this.

Therefore, when Nan Xun saw that Meng Ziyi was still sitting cross-legged after going to bed, he was a little speechless.

Master, why don't you lie down to sleep? It's not uncomfortable to sit and sleep like this?

I'm used to it, but I can't sleep when I lie down. Mencius said indifferently.

Habits are formed slowly, and you can break the habit.

Why do you want to change it? If you encounter a sneak attack by a demon, this posture is the most conducive to counterattack.

But... it's comfortable to lie down. And with me by my side, I'll help the master to keep an eye on him, and there won't be any evil spirits approaching.

you?

Although it was only a short word, the tone of voice made Nan Xun extremely unhappy.

Master is looking down on me? Anyway, I am also a painter, and I have some magic.

Meng Ziyi admitted very simply: You are too weak.

Nanxun: ...

This baby is angry and doesn't want to talk to you anymore. You like to suffer, so you can suffer!

Please put me in the softest and most comfortable position on the bed, and then cover me with a quilt, thank you!

Nan Xun ignored him after saying this.

Meng Ziyi raised his eyebrows slightly, he really placed the Demon Slayer Sword flat, then pulled the quilt to cover her, and specifically exposed the head of the scabbard.

He himself sat cross-legged next to the Demon Slayer Sword, a position where he could easily pick up the Demon Slayer Sword, and then meditated around his chest.

Nan Xun angrily said to Xiao Ba, When I return to my real body, I have to hook him up and like to lie on the bed!

Little Eight doesn't understand the reason why Nan Xun is angry. How the big boss likes to sleep is someone's business. However, when he heard Nan Xun's words, Xiao Ba didn't think about it, and immediately echoed: Come on! Ouch... I'm looking forward to that day!

The next day, the Zeng family, who had seen Meng Ziyi's abilities, were in awe of him and treated him as a guest of honor.

Master Zeng rested for a night, and his whole body became more energetic, and Mrs. Zeng and her two sons and one daughter also looked happy.

When several people saw Meng Ziyi, they naturally thanked them again. Mencius interrupted several people and asked straight to the point, What kind of enemies does Master Zeng usually have?

When Master Zeng heard this, his face was a little bad. When he had human face sores, those who came to see him said that he caused karma, and the enemy came to him, and kept asking him if he was. It's not that he offended someone, and some directly asked him if he had secretly killed someone.

Master Zeng was annoyed, and he asked himself that he had never done anything wrong in his life, and that he could not have any enemies.

Master, although I'm not a good person, I have a clear conscience in my life. Even the guys in my shop, I have never deducted their wages...

Master Zeng Balabala said a lot, but Mencius said lightly: Someone is plotting against you behind the scenes. If it wasn't for you, why would he give you a ghost face sore? This thing is a sorcery, and someone asked that person to do it.

Master Zeng and Madam Zeng were still confused. I can't think of anyone trying to harm them.

Nan Xun interjected: Master, just ask them if they recognize the fat man from last night?

She told a few people about the fat-headed and big-eared man she saw outside the abandoned house last night.

Master Zeng said in surprise, Wu memberwai?

This Mr. Wu and Mr. Zeng are competitors in business. Both of them have dyeing workshops and do silk fabric business. However, Mr. Zeng also sells some rice grains in addition to the cloth shop. He likes to visit his shop. Last month, Mr. Zeng just talked about a large order of 500 pieces of cloth from other provinces, but it didn't take long for him to contract human face sores. Later, the condition became more and more serious. Wu Outsiders also came to visit him, and secretly said that if there were any problems in business, they could ask him for help.

How could Master Zeng think that he was jealous that he had made a big business and wanted to grab the list.

Even if he is ill, he still has an eldest son, who is very talented in business. Even if he dies, he can rest assured that he will take care of the shop.

I really know people and faces, but I don't know my heart! It's useless for me to call him Uncle Wu when I see him on weekdays. Zeng Ershao said angrily.

Mrs. Zeng was obviously also angry, I told you to guard against this Wu Zhaocai, but you didn't believe it, and said that he was good, but he actually wanted to kill you!

Master Zeng once walked through the gate of hell, and now he is very stingy with his life. This Wu Zhaocai was thinking of taking his life. In this case, he will not let this member of Wu go out in the future. If it is not for him to refuse, the excuse is too much. Can't get out in a hurry, where is Wu Zhaocai's share!

I need aged yellow paper, fine cinnabar, and a rich pen. Mencius said suddenly.

He didn't want to meddle in his own business. In the past, he would never kindly remind the other party who the enemy was, but the Zeng family was of good character, and he also needed the other party to prepare these things for him, and... he always thought about it. One sentence will come to mind.

Master, you are a good person.

And the little demon who said this was beside him, watching his every move.

Zeng was a wealthy local businessman, and Meng Ziyi quickly prepared all the things he wanted, and asked his servants to cut the yellow paper into strips as required.

Meng Ziyi's brush strokes were fast, and a thick stack of talismans was quickly completed, which made the Zeng family more and more respectful.

After painting the talisman, Mencius said goodbye and left without asking for the other's five hundred taels of silver.

Meng Ziyi didn't want it, but Nan Xun looked distressed and stared straight at the box of white silver ingots.

Xu Shi noticed the scorching gaze of a certain little demon, Meng Ziyi did not ask for the silver, but asked for some pieces of silver.

Madam Zeng rolled her eyes, Master thinks it's inconvenient to carry the silver, our master can exchange all five hundred taels of silver for silver notes, which don't take up any space. Master just keep it, there will always be a place for it.

So Mrs. Zeng is smart, and I can see that Meng Ziyi doesn't like trouble.

Nan Xun also said, Master, you can keep it, I want Master to live in a better place and eat better, and when I transform into a human form, I still want to wear a nice dress, if Master has money to buy it for me.

This soft tone is definitely coquettish.

Meng Ziyi didn't hear it, but Mrs. Zeng looked at Meng Ziyi with a strange look.

No one knew about Meng Ziyi's mental activities, but in the end, after listening to Nan Xun's words, he accepted the bank note, which was only a face value of fifty taels.

Nan Xun was very happy. She calculated it. One tael of silver in this world can buy something for two thousand yuan, and fifty taels is one hundred thousand yuan, which is considered a small fortune.

The cheerful mood of the scabbard infected Meng Ziyi.

You like silver so much? Meng Ziyi asked, a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

I like it! The silver can make the master live better, eat better, and dress better, just like the robe the master is wearing now, the master looks even more handsome after wearing him!

Nan Xun's voice was a little excited a second before, I don't know what I suddenly remembered, and then I slumped a second, feeling a little depressed, Master, I don't seem to have any self-reliance skills, what can I do if I leave you in the future... …”