A condition?
As long as this dead soul can be transformed, Boss Zhao feels that several conditions will not be a problem.
"You said... no, let him say it, I promise! I promise!"
Seeing that Boss Zhao agreed so happily, Saburo Iwasa and Kono, who were hiding in the dark, looked at each other and saw the annoyance on each other's faces.
According to An Yuanjun, Boss Zhao should not only be asked to donate 10,000 taels of silver. According to the current situation, even if Boss Zhao is bankrupted, there should be no problem.
However, there were too many people gathered around An Yuanjun and Boss Zhao at this time. They rushed forward to shout to stop and it was already too late to re-open the price.
We can only hope that Mr. An Yuan can ask for more silver the next time he seeks help from others.
This way.
When the young man heard what Boss Zhao said, he calmly stretched out his right hand and put it on Boss Zhao's left shoulder.
As he stretched out his hand, a stream of medicinal powder from his sleeve rushed onto Boss Zhao's shoulder.
It was just that the sun was dim and the powder was fine, so it didn't attract anyone else's attention.
Not long after the powder came into contact with Boss Zhao's left shoulder, Boss Zhao smelled a strange fishy smell. He couldn't help but retched. After this, he suddenly felt a sense of relief in his left shoulder. The tightness on my shoulders suddenly disappeared.
"It has been transferred to my hands. The condition it proposed is that Boss Zhao can raise 10,000 taels of silver to the Japanese country to help its relatives survive this catastrophe of the Japanese country."
It was indeed that damn Japanese!
Boss Zhao had a smile on his face, but he hated him half to death in his heart.
But he thought that the young man's right hand was still pressing on his shoulder. If he regretted it and the soul of the dead came back, the trouble would be even worse, and the young man who met the soul on the road and extradited him would be implicated.
"I will donate these 10,000 taels to avoid disaster!"
Although Boss Zhao's heart hurts like a cut of flesh, the pain in his shoulders cannot be ignored.
He touched his chest with his right hand, took out a stack of banknotes, and tremblingly counted out ten banknotes in denominations of one thousand taels. After showing them to the young man, he handed them over without being too busy.
"Master, how are you going to extradite it? Now that it has left my left shoulder, will it still come to possess other parts of my body?"
As a businessman, some things must be explained clearly before they can be done. This is Boss Zhao's creed as a businessman.
just in case.
He meant just in case.
Seeing that he was so easy to scare, this dead soul raised the price, asking for ten thousand taels, and then another ten thousand taels, and attached himself to every part of his body, leaving him bankrupt, so it was useless for him to extradite.
Go directly to Hanshan Temple to find Taoist Zhizhen to open an altar and perform rituals to destroy this damn Japanese soul!
"No, if you are worried, Boss Zhao, I will ask you to sign the contract in person. After receiving the money, it will return to its homeland. If it dares to violate it, I will not spare it!"
There is no basis for what you say.
The boy pointed with his left hand to a basin of water next to him that was ready for washing rice but had not been used up.
"Bring that basin of water. Ordinary people can't see the contract of the dead soul, but I can make it appear. Water is a negative thing, and it is the best medium."
Is it so miraculous?
Boss Zhao saw that the young man's words were clear and convincing, so he quickly urged the valet: "Why are you still standing there? Bring the water quickly!"
When other people around him saw that the young man said that he had extradited the dead souls to himself and was able to sign a contract with the dead souls, they were very confident and calm, and felt at ease, so they came forward curiously.
But in the end, he didn't dare to get too close. He stood three steps away from the water basin and waited for how the dead soul contract would be revealed.
A basin of water was brought to the young man. Boss Zhao also carried the chair he was sitting on and asked the valet to put the basin on it.
After the water was put away, the young man pinched a sword finger in his left hand and swung his wide sleeve toward the basin.
Boss Zhao smelled a strange smell again. Before he could think about it, he heard the young man murmuring something.
Although I couldn't hear clearly what was said, it still made my head tingle and my heart pounding.
As the boy's voice gradually grew louder, the water in the basin suddenly started to burn!
"Mother!"
"It's wet!"
The onlookers shouted and backed away.
Boss Zhao was also frightened by this vision. Just as he was about to step back, he saw the young man shaking his head at him.
Kuanxiu waved again and pointed into the basin that was gradually extinguishing.
"look!"
look?
What to see?
It is indeed strange that this water basin is on fire, but besides fire, it is water, and... blood? !
Boss Zhao saw that after the water in the basin was burning, the word "blood" began to appear. Although it was melted in the water and it was unclear what the word was, Boss Zhao still felt the power of the young man.
"Master! Master! Is this the contract written by the dead soul?"
"Yes, whoever breaks the agreement will be punished by fire."
The young man continued to play tricks without blinking an eye.
After Boss Zhao witnessed these two wonders with his own eyes, he firmly believed in the young man's words.
Especially when the young man said that he would extradite the dead soul, his left shoulder immediately felt much more relaxed. Even though he was dissatisfied with the possession of this Japanese dead soul, which caused his shoulder to hurt for many days, he still kept his promise and held the hand in his hand. The ten thousand taels of silver notes were handed over to the young man.
"Master, this is the fare I paid for the deceased soul to return to his hometown. I ask Master to convey it to him."
"Okay, I will collect donations on your behalf from the Japanese who have raised all the donations."
The words just fell.
Two short statures, carrying a "god box" with Japanese characteristics, took obscene steps, and appeared behind everyone amid a burst of weird music.
"Carry the souls of the dead and return home with honor!"
The two of them chanted and sang in a stiff local dialect. Their extremely harsh voices, coupled with what they said, caused the people around them to make way for a straight path.
When the two men came to the young man carrying the sacred box, the young man stuffed the banknotes into it without blinking an eyelid.
When the banknote fell into the magic box, the young man suddenly looked up at the sky and opened his arms.
At this time, a wisp of red smoke rose from behind him and slowly drifted eastward.
People were stunned to see it.
Boss Zhao breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems that the dead soul who suffered a thousand cuts has completely left.
Donating 10,000 taels of silver to the Japanese, he felt distressed just thinking about it.
"The souls of the dead have not left yet."
At this time, the young man stared straight at Boss Zhao, which frightened Boss Zhao so much that his mind went blank and he fell to the ground.
Fortunately, the young man didn't come for him.
After the young man performed all this, he said to the Daxing people who kept retreating and respected and feared him: "There are many dead souls in Jinling. If any of you know that there are possessed people who are deeply troubled, you can let them know." They came to ask me to help them extradite the souls and return them to their hometown."
Yes.
Boss Zhao is just an introduction.
It was not only the introduction for the young man to contact Ning Wuyan and promote cooperation with the countries in the Western Regions, especially Beidi, but also the introduction for the wealthy businessmen of Jiangnan Province to raise funds for the Japanese country.
Ten thousand taels is not much for these wealthy businessmen, and it is even a drop in the bucket for the reconstruction of the Japanese country.
The amount of donations must be increased by ten thousand and ten thousand to make his extradition not in vain.
"Speaking of which, Boss Zhang of a garment shop in the east of the city said that he has been suffering from severe back pain recently, and even though he bought a lot of Shenbao tablets, it doesn't feel any better."
"There is also Boss Huang from the west of the city. Recently, he has been lying in bed unable to sleep well. He has been drinking medicinal soup for several days but it has no effect. He almost broke down the door of the medical clinic."
The young man listened to the people so kindly looking for his next target, and a smile of success appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Boss Zhang.
Boss Huang.
He noted it down.
