Zhao Youliang is a person with a bold personality, so he does not refuse. At the old man's suggestion, the dining table was moved directly to the backyard.
During this process, the old man driving the corpse saw the immortal family tablet enshrined in the side room.
Seeing this, he was stunned for a moment, then stopped talking.
After thinking about it for a while, I finally decided against the taboo of "expressing love in a shallow way but speaking in a profound way" and did not speak.
It wasn't until he finished a glass of white wine that the old man said tentatively.
"I really didn't realize that little brother is not only a descendant of Zha Zhi's lineage, but also a disciple."
"No wonder you have such profound Taoism at such a young age!"
"It's just that you seem to be..."
The "Dao Xing" in the old man's mouth completely refers to the two paper figures that Wang Youcai stabbed, so he misunderstood Zhao Youliang.
Before Zhao Youliang could answer, the old man heard "a group" of gloomy voices suddenly ringing in his ears.
"Bullsman, you are just a passerby, we advise you not to meddle in other people's business!"
"Otherwise, hehehe..."
The owner of this group of voices is the "evil hall" enshrined in the side room, the Immortal Family.
The old man was shocked when he heard this, and subconsciously looked towards the side room again.
When Zhao Youliang saw this, he thought he was interested in taking action and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"Brother, you don't know, I worship these immortals just to save my life..."
"Save your life?!" The old man was secretly frightened again when he heard this.
The young man in front of me can only save his life with such a profound Taoist practice, so how evil is the thing he has offended!
Could it be that Cheng is the "immortal family" inside? ! !
Because he had just received a warning from the Evil Hall Immortal Family, the old man did not dare to ask any more questions.
And Zhao Youliang also felt that what he had experienced was too weird, and even if he told it, the other party would not believe it, so he could only change the subject with a wry smile.
Both of them were in the mood to drink when they were each thinking deeply. After a while, the old man who drove the corpse stood up and left.
Zhao Youliang was polite and waved goodbye until he was sent out the door.
After carefully sensing that there was indeed "no one" around, the old man suddenly quietly took Zhao Youliang's hand and stuffed a square object into his palm.
He tried his best to lower his voice and said in Zhao Youliang's ear.
"We are destined to meet each other. Although I don't know what happened to you, brother, please keep this 'seal'."
"To be honest, this was given to me ten years ago when a very powerful disciple returned home. He gave it to me before he died."
"It's just that 'different ways' has never been used... I hope it can help you, little brother!"
Feeling the sincerity of the other party, although he did not quite understand what the old man said, Zhao Youliang still held the "seal" firmly in his hands.
"Thank you, brother!"
"How about... how about...let's drink for a while?"
Zhao Youliang wanted to say, "How about I return some of the money to you," but suddenly he remembered that the money had already been sent to his adoptive father and sister, so he had to change his mind temporarily.
The old man just smiled when he heard this, and then disappeared into the night with the young man who came with him.
After leaving the town, the young man asked softly.
"Lao Si, the shopkeeper named Zhao Youliang just now..."
Before the young man could finish speaking, he was immediately stopped by the old man's eyes. At the same time, he glanced behind him with lingering fear.
After making sure nothing happened, he breathed a long sigh of relief.
"There are things Hongwei has to say that you can't tell. This shop... Anyway, let's leave as soon as we finish our work. It's best not to get involved!"
The young man named Hongwei nodded slightly when he heard this.
"If that's the case, then why did you give him the Great Seal just now?"
"In the eyes of experts, that treasure is worth a thousand pieces of gold."
The old man smiled lightly when he heard this.
"Hongwei, grandpa, although I have never learned the art of fortune telling, I have seen too many living and dead people, so I have some insights."
"As long as the young people in the paper shop survive the disaster, their future achievements will definitely be extraordinary."
"Just think of it as a good relationship for our corpse-killing lineage!"
The young man nodded deeply when he heard this, and at the same time he became more interested in Zhao Youliang.
"Lao Si, where are we going now?"
The old man thought for a moment and then said: "Let's go and take a look at the tomb before the officials investigate."
"If we can find the Seven Miserable Stones, there will be hope for our affairs!"
The young man was startled: "Didn't you say that the 'Seven Miserable Stones' were taken away by the head-officer? Why should we risk going to the tomb again?"
The old man shook his head slowly: "If those guys really got the 'Seven Miserable Stones', they would have run away long ago. Why are they still rushing here in waves?"
"There must be something we don't know about..."
At the same time, in the mountains outside the town:
The "skinheads" who had come to the paper-making shop during the day were standing respectfully on both sides, and in the middle sat the old skinhead master.
Because no one spoke, the crackling sound of the bonfire was particularly noticeable.
After a while, one of the men in black couldn't help but speak.
"Elder, is that young man who runs the paper shop really a 'master'? Why can't my subordinates see it at all?"
The "elder" had a gloomy expression, and the bloody scorpion tattooed on his neck was particularly eye-catching against the backdrop of the bonfire.
"Hahaha, if you can see it, why would you call me an expert?"
"Not to mention anything else, the two psychic paper figures placed in front of the door alone cannot be made by a hundred-year-old ghost!"
The words "hundred-year-old ghost" deeply shocked all the masters present.
You must know that reality is not a novel. A random minion who is "instantly killed" by the protagonist will have a hundred years of practice.
Even those who are a little more powerful can easily sleep for thousands of years.
Not to mention other things, the history of our country is only about five thousand years. My dear, you fell asleep for more than half of it.
If that were the case, the grave would have been leveled countless times, and the ashes would have been used as farmyard manure...
Even though he knew how "powerful" Zhao Youliang was, the young head-down master was obviously still unwilling to give in.
"Elder, could it be that we just let it go?"
"Aren't we going to avenge the three junior brothers? Aren't we going to take back the spirit infant and the 'Seven Miserable Stones'?!"
"Elder" heard this and smiled ferociously: "Forget it? How is that possible!!"
"I wanted to put the matter to rest, but he didn't know how to praise me... You go around to keep watch, Xiao Wu stayed behind to help me surrender!"
The rest of the people were obviously very afraid of this "elder" and immediately acted on their own after hearing this.
The elder chose an open space and asked "Xiao Wu" to light all the white candles according to the direction of the five-pointed star array.
He took out the coffin nails, nailed Zhao Youliang's photo in the middle of the "star array", and smeared crow blood on the back of the photo.
Then I found a pure black cat with green eyes and asked the cat to stare directly at the photo.
After a while, the "elder" suddenly stretched out his hand and strangled the black cat's neck.
In pain, the black cat stretched out its claws and scratched the photo in front of it; all the blood oozing from its mouth fell on the photo...
