The driver was a young man who was not very old. Although he was not familiar with the old man who was worn-out, thin and even a little disheveled, he knew him. He knew that this was a famous and difficult person in the county. When he stopped the car just now, he happened to be distracted and didn't look carefully. If he had known that it was this master, he would definitely not have stopped the car. Now, he would not dare to think about whether he would make money or not, but he didn't know if he could take back the gas money later.

Yang Sanmao in the back seat closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. After he decided to silence his mouth, he did not realize how vicious he was. On the contrary, he felt that only this was the right way to do it. The rules for killing people to silence people were not determined by him. Since the world, he has plundered other people's property and then silenced his mouth is like a crucian carp crossing the river, and countless people's silence.

It was still a long way from home. Taking advantage of this time, Yang Sanmao filtered the plan from beginning to end. He himself knew that maybe he was too careful. The other party was just two rich young masters who didn't understand the truth. But in fact, there was no big mistake in being careful. He had no choice but to be cautious, because the shadow of the last failure had a great impact on him. He was so great that he would fundamentally lack the necessary confidence no matter what he did later. Moreover, the broken leg that still hurts to this day was reminding him all the time.

I breathed a sigh of relief and felt that the plan circling in my mind was perfect, and there would never be any sequelae afterwards. I couldn't fall behind. Those hateful officials and policemen were helpless to treat the third master. I took a step back and said that even if I found some clues, there was no evidence.

Humph! The eyes with some hanging eyes were quietly opened, and a hint of evil quickly slid across the depths of my eyes, thinking in secret. At worst, I would leave immediately after getting the money. As long as I had money in my pocket, I would stand up. Wherever I went, I would be the old man in the Golden Cave of Gentle Village! Whoever dared to laugh at the third master as a cripple man, would kill him with money. Damn it!

Yang Sanmao was really crazy and afraid of being poor. It can be said that in the past four or five years, he has been living a hard life. The 18,000 US dollars is undoubtedly a huge sum of money in his eyes at this moment.

He is a well-known old scoundrel, old gangster, old thug, old alcoholic, and idle people in society who are eating and waiting to die. However, he considers himself a person. He has money in his hands, lived in a grand house, drank high-end wine, touched the milk of a beautiful woman, and witnessed the world outside. He has a wide vision and is not as good as the neighbors. Although he is not a hero on the road, he is not far from the same. He hides at home and looks in the mirror, and his self-confident and distorted heart is extremely inflated.

Perhaps because he had money to make money, Yang Sanmao handed over the car money after arriving at the place, which surprised the young driver and was surprised. He started the car again and ran out for two or three kilometers, and was sure that no one was catching up with him. He then breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't help thinking that the old lame man must have drunk too much last night. Otherwise, he would not be able to do such a person!

Although Yang Sanmao was not very good at things, he had some good items. Among them, the nine sets of bronze ancient lamps were the most expensive. They were the items he bought for 3,000 yuan decades ago. It is said that they were from the Song Dynasty. Anyway, he didn't know the goods, but he just thought that this set of things could be used, so he bought them hard. Think about it, decades ago, in the 1950s and 1960s, the average monthly salary of ordinary cadres and employees was only four or five yuan.

The amount of 3,000 yuan is very honest. That is equivalent to 30,000 or 300,000 now. It is definitely a large amount.

Not to mention, his hammer was really accurate. This set of things accompanied him in the world for decades. He helped him get rid of danger many times. When he met a master of Qimen in Malaysia, if the bronze ancient lamp had not exerted his power, he would have been lifeless. So even though he was so poor that he had been bleeding in the past few years, he was not willing to take off this set of things. He also thought that if he had the chance to rise up again in the future, this set of things would have to be relied on!

But the opportunity to use this set of things did not expect it to appear today. I opened my eyes and looked at the almanac when I opened my eyes. Probably? Otherwise, my luck would not be so good.

In a low and dilapidated temporary rental house with bricks and corrugated bricks, Yang Sanmao took out a yellow bag from the old cabinet. He squatted near the cabinet, unzipped the zipper, and looked at the bronze ancient lamp piled up inside. His eyes were hot again.

He murmured: "Baby, it depends on you..."

As he said that, he didn't care about scooping his face before setting up the formation. He hurriedly took out four lamps, found a rag to wipe them clean, and sat cross-legged in the middle of the ground. Split the four lamps apart, one in the middle as the main lamp, and the other three were arranged in a triangle shape. After doing all this, he closed his eyes and calmed down for a while.

In less than three or two minutes, he suddenly opened his eyes, and the originally dirty and dim triangle eyes were filled with evil light. He folded his hands together, then crossed his fingers, tied, pressed, twisted, turned, and split... and made more than a dozen different hand gestures in a rapid speed, making a low moan from his mouth, muttering to the direction where the business hotel is.

"The gate of heaven is open, and the ghosts are entering the courtyard. Follow my order, pass on my words, and get up!" The two index fingers that were together quickly fell down, and the ancient lamp at the center of the triangle array was pointed across the air.

With the fingers, a strange scene occurred in an instant. The blue smoke curled up, and the wick was spontaneously ignited without fire. Then, the other three ancient lamps surrounding them also lit up one after another. Four lamps and four clusters of light green flames reflected Yang Sanmao's face. He held his breath, without blinking, staring at the cluster of flames in the center.

After a while, the cluster of flames that were tightened by Yang Sanmao's eyes suddenly rose and grew, and the blue flames bloomed and rose straight into the sky, as if a mysterious force in the void was stretching, pulling, and pulling upwards. The flames grew higher and higher, and in the blink of an eye, it had already reached a height of one foot. Then it quickly swelled outward from the center of the flame. The invisible force field pulled the three clusters of flames around it gathered towards the center.

Soon, four clusters of flames fuse together and escape from the wick, forming a fist-sized blue fire ball in the air, which remained for a few seconds, then exploded and turned into starry Mars dissipated.

"The ghost spirit is done! Next, it's time for the third master to collect the money, haha..." A wild laughter sounded, and Yang Sanmao was about to breathe a sigh of relief. Suddenly, a faint fire as big as a soybean at the wick of the ancient lamp at the top of the triangle, which is the tip of the corner, emitted a faint fire as big as a soybean. It was a tendency to burn again.

Yang Sanmao was shocked and screamed in surprise: "How could the ghost gate be opened twice? If there was no one behind closed door, wouldn't the boy who was hit die on the spot? Third Master, my money..."

In a panic, he did not dare to neglect. He quickly tightened his energy. With his hands gathered together, he quickly made several hand shapes. When the wick that was about to be ignited was extinguished again, Yang Sanmao collapsed on the ground with a long breath and wiped the cold sweat with the back of his hand. He was still afraid.

"Damn it. I haven't practiced for a long time, and I almost failed. Fortunately, I am rich in experience. Haha... My money is here..."

He put away the ancient lamp on the ground and put it back in his bag. Swish, he closed the zipper tightly. He sneered and placed the bag next to the door. He turned around and went back to the kang to fall asleep and went back to sleep.

The yang energy is too strong in broad daylight and there are many people and eyes, so it is not suitable to go to the martyrs' cemetery to set up formations. It is necessary to wait until the sky is dark before the action is convenient.

Although the kang was cold, he felt very warm and he slept very peacefully. He was rarely at ease.

It was not until almost 6:00 p.m. that I got up from the kang. I looked through the window and looked at the sky outside. I felt that it was almost time. I used cold water to rush my face to cheer up my spirits. I picked up my bag that had been placed next to the door. I limped out of the door and headed out of the door and headed towards the Martyrs Cemetery at the foot of the North Mountain.

When he arrived at the ground, he quickly chose a cemetery with a strong and heavy evil spirit and excellent terrain. He used a lamp to set up a formation. After finishing all this, it was completely dark. Yang Sanmao tried hard to look around and left with confidence.
Chapter completed!