"What kind of fun is it? This is the family's wealth left by Mr. Yao! It doesn't mean that it won't appreciate in the future! Just for such a bastard? Are you worth it?"

"It's all neighbors. I'm older, so I can't ignore it, right? Let's give it a try. I'll talk about it if it's OK." Mr. Dong closed the door, brought a brazier, and threw all the banknotes of the Republic of China into the brazier.

Then a candle was lit in the southwest corner of the kang where Ergouzi was lying. This candle symbolizes Ergouzi's life. When the candle was extinguished, the child was completely helpless.

He turned off the light, and only this wax left in the room was shining with a dim light, which made Master Dong's shadow look slanted and slanted, making it look very strange.

"Go, you can rest too. This kind of thing must be carried by others. The fewer people know, the better." Mr. Dong said to Mr. Ma.

"Brother, then I'll wait in the back room. If you have something to do, just shout." After that, Mr. Ma left, and left only Mr. Dong, sitting on the edge of the kang, squinting his eyes and pretending to sleep.

Mr. Dong is not young anymore. When he gets old, he is sleepy. He sits cross-legged on the edge of the kang and guards Ergouzi. The small kang is so hot that it is hot. The old man sits cross-legged on the kang and becomes sleepy for a while. He leans against the mule and snores.

At night, it was so quiet that no one outside could say that it was tired tonight. Even the housekeeper Lao Chen went to bed early. I don’t know how long it took, but two big red lanterns hanging at the door of the Dong family courtyard were suddenly blown out by a cold wind. The whole courtyard was the only place where Mr. Dong’s house was still a little bright.

Squeak... The wooden door was blown open by a cold evil wind.

The cold little wind directly entered the room and drilled into Mr. Dong's neck. Don't burn it hot, but except under your butt, you were blown through the cold wind. It was a yin energy from hell, blowing your hair on your body.

Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, and a copper ringtone with a strong sense of rhythm came. The sound was sometimes far and sometimes near, and it kept echoing in your ears, and it couldn't even be driven away.

Mr. Dong showed an undetectable smile on his lips, then stretched his waist and sat up. He put on his cotton jacket and stood in front of the brazier, swaying his neck.

The cold wind blew harder and harder, blowing the foreign wax flame back and forth. Master Dong covered the foreign wax with his hands and tried his best to prevent it from being destroyed. If it was destroyed, everything he did would be in vain.

"Stop it for two immortals. It's not too late to listen to me before catching souls." Mr. Dong said to himself. There was nothing in the house. In fact, it was not that there was nothing, but that Mr. Dong and the others. Only those who were about to reach their limit could be the soul-catching ghost officer in the mansion.

Mr. Dong picked up a stack of Republic of China banknotes in the brazier and shook them. They were a stack of thousands of yuan bills!

"Buy him for ten years of life! Is it enough?" There is no need to say anything extra. At this time, nothing is in vain. You must "get rid of" dealing with these ghosts. If it is too late, the soul-locking chain will lock Ergouzi's soul, and the Daluo Immortal will not be able to stop him from descending to earth.

Another gust of wind blew in, almost blowing out the foreign wax flame.

Mr. Dong smiled and took out a stack from the brazier, holding two stacks of money in his hand.

"Ten years of life! Is it enough!"

"Not enough?" Mr. Dong simply picked up the last pile of ghost coins in the brazier.

"All the money is here, I just want to get this child's life for ten years! If the two immortals still don't give face, I have no other choice. But, no one can say that I am the Dong family compound, and then leave." After that, Mr. Dong quickly walked to the door and closed the door with his backhand.

In the old days, most people used newspapers to make walls, and the Dong family was even more special. He actually used newspapers to block the door. Master Dong walked to the door, pulled the newspaper with his hand, and thrust it, and he tore it off. A New Year picture appeared under the newspaper.

No, this is not an ordinary New Year painting. At first glance, it seems very old. The faces of the gods on the New Year painting are all there. But if you look closely, you will find that the face of the door god on the New Year painting is very fierce. His face is ferocious, and he is holding a bloody head with his left and right hands, and countless evil spirits and ghosts are stepped on under his feet. It turns out to be a picture of Zhong Kui!

This is not an ordinary image of Zhong Kui, it is definitely the authentic masterpiece of Wu Daozi! You can't find a few pictures in the world. Priceless treasures! Treasures that can help you to exorcise ghosts!

As soon as the newspaper was torn off by him, Zhong Kui's image immediately shot out a golden light and illuminated the old house. Under the golden light, two blurred figures were vaguely seen standing beside the kang. The two were black and white, holding soul-attracting banners and soul-locking chains in their hands. They turned their backs to Mr. Dong, and the golden light came over with a move, screaming out loud, covering their faces and lying on the ground trembling.

Mr. Dong couldn't do it too well, so he quickly got the newspaper in another way.

If someone has a door god at home, they will stick it outside to prevent the little ghost from coming in and making trouble. The Dong family is so good, but he will stick it inside, so that you can't get in but can't get out!

"Haha... I was just joking! How about it? Is this money enough to buy him for ten years of life?" Mr. Dong asked again.

The two figures in the room disappeared, and he seemed to be talking to himself to the air. However, this time someone obviously responded to him. The fire of the foreign wax became more and more prosperous, as if Ergou had recovered his health and drove away the disease.

"Haha...that's right! Thank you two immortals for admiring this thin face." After that, Mr. Dong lit a pile of Republic of China banknotes in the brazier with foreign fire. The ones in the banknotes were so prosperous! The fire was rushing upwards, and the paper ash floated upwards.

Finally, the fire was extinguished, the door in the house opened, and all the paper ash was blown out by a cold wind and disappeared again. At the same time, Ergouzi's fever subsided.

Mr. Dong didn't know that the grandson in the back room had not slept, and he kept lying on the window and walked in. Wushuang hadn't learned much since he was a child. He had few such divine things. There was no way, and he was influenced by these cultures since he was a child.

The next morning, Ergouzi's parents carried a coffin and a mourning dress to hold the body of his son. Mr. Dong pushed open the door and asked them what they were doing?

"Uncle Dong, I know you have tried your best. We and my wife will never be able to repay you in this life. If Ergouzi has the fate to be our son in the next life and we will be your neighbors, then let him be your godson and serve you well." The couple weeped with tears, thinking that their son must be dead.

Mr. Dong smiled and said, "Don't let it go, I can't wait for the next life. If you want to repay it, it's better to repay it in this life."
Chapter completed!