Otherworldly Merchant

“Mr. Zhao, it was a deal.” Shen Mancheng rocked the fan in his hand, very arrogant: “The pot is a treasure that is extremely rare. I didn't want to sell it at the time. If it wasn't for Wang Le's face, I wouldn't have done it. At the time, we had our word first. If you want to move the treasure out of the house, I have to take it back. Why? Do you still have to keep your word? ”

“Brother Zhao, that's what we used to say, bro. I can't do it now.” Wang Le pushed his glasses and put out a bitter look.

Zhao Fatty glanced at me and smiled. “Master Shen, don't get me wrong, how can I not want such a good baby? I didn't buy a suite in Zhejiang. I was just about to move this baby over. ”

“Really?” Shen Mancheng snorted and swept my head: “Then how did I hear that you had found some Master Zhang and showed it to you, saying that my pot was evil and wanted to move away? ”

“Isn't that right?” I'll be honest: “What's so weird about being hidden in the pot that you know better than anyone, if it's really a fortune-grubbing baby, why can't you just turn around? ”

Shen Mancheng stunned for a moment: “I was looking at Wang Le's face and helping him. You let him say for himself how much money he's made since he invited you to the pot. ”

“Rich?” I snorted, staring him dead in the eye: "Why don't you tell me how many disasters he's suffered in the last few years? How did his mother die? How did his wife get sick and how did his son get in a car accident? ”

“It's all natural and man-made.” The muscles on Shen Man-cheng's face suddenly sucked, "he said.“ What does this have to do with me? ”

"It doesn't matter, does it?” I stood up with a brush and walked a few steps to the wall in front of the big back throwing TV, drawing a spell on top of it.

The TV is switching off and the screen is black.

But after I painted the spell, the off TV suddenly lit up, like a mirror, clearly reflecting the view in the house.

Shen Mancheng and Wang Le were still sitting on the couch, but there was a wrinkled old lady in the middle of them, holding a green-eyed golden silk cat in her hand, the cat's tail kept shaking, constantly shaking in front of Shen Mancheng's face.

Behind them, he stood respectfully several maids dressed as his servants, with a dandelion gently in his hand.

All of them were dressed in bright old costumes, pale and bloodless.

“Holy shit!” Wang Le shouted and jumped off the couch.

Shen Manchung was also frightened to flee.

I grabbed him and shouted, “Aren't you going to tell me it's none of your business? Then I'll see if these ghosts know you. ”

Saying, I emptied one hand and pulled out an invisible needle.

“You... what are you doing!” As soon as Shen Mancheng saw me pull the needle, he immediately shouted and struggled desperately.

How can I let him escape? Dead held his hand and stabbed it hard on his finger.

Suddenly, blood dripped out and I grabbed his bloody finger and rubbed it on the couch.

“Let me go.” Shen Man-cheng stood up in panic, both frightened and afraid to retreat several steps. At first sight, several ghosts came to him, hurriedly avoiding.

At this point, the Yin Yang Dynasty that I drew had taken shape, and the ghosts of the house were all clear to everyone.

An ancient ghost with a miserable face, his feet hoisted together from all sides.

Wang Le sat on the floor frightened and trembled with his hands in his head.

Shen Man-city's heart trembled around, crashing into the wardrobe sofa from time to time, knocking more than a dozen bags on his head.

Zhao Fatty had already seen him several times, and had spoken to Shen Wan three times before. At this time, he seemed very calm, but he was strange. Why did I suddenly get angry?

Dozens of ghosts squeezed in through the four doors and floated around the house.

The ghosts all rushed to gather blood on the couch, as if to have a closer look, and then rushed to Shen Man-city.

Shen Mancheng struggled to climb up, tried to snatch the door and fled, but was surrounded by several gray slaves. He turned his head again, and a dozen maid-like ghosts blocked his way.

“Help me, help me!” Shen Man-cheng cried out to me for help.

I lit a cigarette and sat idly by, watching the ghosts trap him in front of the couch in the middle of the hall.

The wrinkled old lady sat on the couch, beside him were two slightly younger hostesses, all the other servants surrounded by left and right, blocking him in a sturdy way.

The old lady looked gloomy and seemed angry.

The two grey slaves standing behind Shen Man-city reached out and grabbed him by the shoulder, kneeling him to death.

At this time, Zhao Fatty also noticed something was wrong. He looked at me with surprise.

These ghosts were all fiction, and even if they were worn, they wouldn't have any impediments, they wouldn't be detectable at all, but how could they suddenly seem to have substance at this time? Can you hold Shenman on the ground?

I spit a cigarette to show him to keep watching.

Shen Man-city was kneeling on his knees, terrified Cersei trembled, and couldn't help but look at me for help.

The old lady slapped the sofa violently, as if she was screaming something, and then pointed at Shen Mancheng, cursing more than enough, but we couldn't hear a sound.

Shen Mancheng's five officials twisted, both frightened and frightened, shaking all over his body.

The old lady was still angry, waved her hand again, and rushed over to look at the mumps of Shen Man-cheng, the two very loud big mouths.

Shen Mancheng just pounced on the ground, even kowtowing more than: “Ancestor, I was wrong, please forgive me! ”

“See?” I pointed to Shen Mancheng and explained to Zhao Fatty: “This guy is the descendant of the Shen family. Once the blood of the sperm has appeared, the ghosts can detect it and reveal the entity to him. ”

“Shen Man-cheng, Shen Wansan, right.” Zhao Fatty suddenly realized: “Turns out he is the descendant of Shen Wansan, but how did you find out? ”

“It's simple.” I bounced the ash: “The pot is very evil, but there's nothing wrong with him, he must have some way to avoid evil. Ju Baoban is the heirloom of the Shen family. These confidential outsiders will never know. After hearing about him, his surname is Shen, I guess he should be from the Shen family. So I checked it out, and it wasn't fake. ”

“The last time I checked, I had noticed that there was a seal in the pot, but it was destroyed. Traces of destruction are stained with dark blood, which should be what you call black dog blood. Therefore, after combining him with the Shen family, he mastered the art of wickedness, and made such a strange agreement with you, this matter is naturally clear. ”

“Before Shen Wansan died, she finally knew that greed was harmful, so she only wanted to leave Baoban as a memorial to future generations. She didn't want them to start from this object, so she left a seal on it. Shen Mancheng knew all about it, so he faked your hand. When you broke the seal and the disaster changed hands, he took it back for himself. ”

“This kid is fucking insidious!” Zhao Fatty scolded angrily and suddenly he seemed to remember something again. He turned around and grabbed Wang Le, shrinking on the ground. “Tell me what the hell is going on. ”

Wang Le's already frightened soul did not possess the body. As soon as I heard half of it, the house was full of ghost dancing again, I immediately said it.

Sure enough, the two guys were secretly conspiring to break the seal on the pot and retrieve their own use; the other was to take advantage of the opportunity to murder Fatty Zhao, wait for his family to die before annexing his company's property.

The Taoist priest, he was also invited to deliberately harm Fatty Zhao.

After Zhao Fatty finished listening, he slapped Wang Le's mouth several times, and rushed over to kick Shen Mancheng several feet.

When I saw the water fall out, I strangled the cigarette and said goodbye to Fatty Zhao.

A few days later, Zhao Fatty took the reward with him to the door, and told me that Jubaoban had returned to the temple of Shen Wansan Zhejiang's hometown. Because he had eaten a long and intelligent meal in this matter, he must henceforth be a decent person, do bright and big business, and take it for civilian use for the people, so that he can feel comfortable.

Later, I heard Yin Xinyue say that Zhao Fatty was really like a different person. Many charitable parties were the ones that donated the most money. From a successful businessman, he turned into the number one philanthropist in the country, known as Zhao Dajin.

I turned on the TV curiously and found Zhao Fatty donated another 20 hopeful elementary schools to the mountains. In the interview, he wore a red scarf, hugged the children, laughed extraordinarily brilliantly, and there was no calculation in his eyes!