Otherworldly Merchant

As soon as I was distracted, the driver lost interest in continuing to be a tour guide.

Then I thought I was out in the middle of the night, and I didn't care about the attractions. I must be looking for a floral green place to have a good time. So he put on another ‘you know' face: “Brother, the shampoo cousins from Jixiang Village and Red Mill are all good. They are both really comfortable. Now there are just a few people to go to, but they can still..."

“Turn left.” I disregarded his good intentions and interrupted his words directly.

I'm not familiar with Xi 'an's streets, and I don't know where the road went, but the meter stopped at $37 anyway.

The spiritual charm drifted into the lit courtyard ahead and vanished.

I threw a hundred bucks at the driver and got out of the car.

It was only then that it was discovered that the parking lot in front of the hospital had been heavily packed with vehicles, and that most of them were not Shaan-A's license plates, and that vehicles were still coming from time to time.

Suddenly, a familiar figure came down from a BMW in front.

Is this... tall?

Tall head this guy is a shady trader from around Zhejiang, the bronze dog chain thing, this guy pushed me.

It is said that he is now fascinated by a Taiwanese sister and is preparing to quit and resell his property for development in Taiwan.

But what's this guy doing here?

I was just going to call him and ask him where this yard is and why he's here.

“Yo, this isn't Master Zhang, are you here too?” Suddenly a Mercedes-Benz stopped by me, and an old man in a robe jumped out of the car quickly.

I looked around and the guy looked familiar, but I just couldn't remember where I'd seen him.

But he recognized you, and you asked him who he was, which was obviously a little rude. And I smiled and nodded, “Yeah, you just got here. ”

“Is Master Zhang still..." The guy halfway stopped talking and blinked at me with a pair of small eyes.

I don't even know where this place is, I don't know what to do, and I don't know where I saw you last time.

In the meantime, by the way: "Yes, same as last time! ”

“Oh, oh.” When this guy listened, he was shaking all over his body, and he quickly said: “Please, Master, I'm going one step ahead!” After that, the guy seemed to remember something terrible, never dared to walk with me again, spreading his legs and running forward.

What's that supposed to mean?

I followed closely to the courtyard door, which found two blue stone lions standing at the door, more than a dozen men dressed in tight black on both sides of the door, all muscles strong, Kong Wu strong, at first glance practicing the house!

Behind the many people in black, there was a bamboo chair and an elderly man in a bronze tang coat sitting on the top with white hair and dark complexion. Half-closed his eyes, he held a little bright white teapot in his hand and drank it without a bite.

With a dark breath in his idleness, he seemed to be in the same company.

The old man in the robe rushed to the door, pulled something out of his arms and passed it.

The black man standing in front of the door glanced at him and let him in.

As I approached, the black man stopped me: "Can I have an invitation? ”

“Invitation? ”

The man in black stunned and said positively: "Sorry, this is a private club, no invitations, no reception. ”

“What if I want to go in?” I'm not cold or hot, "he said.

I saw it with my own eyes, the spirit charm drifted into this yard, indicating that Wu Lao's murderer was in there! Either way, I'm gonna track this guy down and get him out.

“Oh? Then you can try.” The black man's eyebrows picked.

Several other people in black reported that they were brushing all over the place. I was afraid that if I made a slight move, I would hug them immediately.

I still hadn't moved, but I caught a spiritual character in my back hand.

“Slowly!” Tang suit old man, sitting idly on the bamboo chair, suddenly said: “No disrespect, let the Guest in. ”

A few people in black stunned and some were unwilling to step aside.

“Please!” The head of the black man leaned aside.

I stepped straight in, passing the old man in Tang suit, his face trembled unnaturally, and the little teapot in his hand had a silk chill.

The yard is huge, planted with lots of big trees, a crushed stone trail bent past, every ten meters stands a man with his hands on his back, chest guarded by a black man, it seems that each is not easy.

What the hell is this place? It startled me more and more!

Five or six minutes later, at the end of the tree, a stunning three-storey wooden tower emerged.

The door was wide open, and many people were already gathered inside.

I walked in and looked at these people dressed up, strange.

Some are wearing a penciled suit, like a high-end white collar from a company; some are wearing T-shirts, big pants, sandals, hand-push fans, and live off the city well; others are wearing a gown, like some familiar old man I just met; there are fake monks with marbles; strong men with tattoos; and there are even a few blonde foreigners, Indian assholes with a turban.

These people are dressed in a variety of ways, essentially belonging to various social strata, which are unlikely to fit together if they are not usual.

But I could see at first glance that these people, like me, are eating yin and yang rice!

But they're all gathered here. What do they want?

When the spiritual charm drifted into the yard, it was silent, as if it had disappeared in the sky.

Everyone here is very likely to be the killer! I just couldn't reach the target for a while, so I sat in the corner.

That's when I realized that everyone was hanging out and chatting. On the other hand, standing directly in front of the wall, with an empty chair, two black men standing beside them, no one dared lean forward.

I remember this scene, where I've seen it.

Lingbao!

During the Bao carving bow incident, I attended a fairly mysterious Spiritual Baby Club as Fang Lao, where I also got the Nine Phantom Wooden Box.

Is this Xi 'an's spiritual club?

That's it!

The skinny old man in the robe I saw in front of the door, I saw him at the Lingbao meeting, no wonder he asked me: “Is it like the last time? ”

As soon as I answered yes, the guy scared away.

Last time, I sacrificed ten Yin to kill two people in a row, destroying Wuhan Lingbao Club. This guy witnessed it. Afraid that I would come to Xi 'an again and get involved, I ran away.

And just as I was thinking, the conversation between two people fell into my ear, in the voice of the whole house.

Instead of saying I've been paying attention to these two people for a long time, they mentioned my name in their conversation.

“What, did Zhang Jiulin do that?” A bald middle-aged man shaking a puffin asked with some surprise.