Become a legend in Hong Kong

Uncle Jiu: "..."

I don’t dare to eat, I can’t afford it.

Seeing the hook-nosed eyes of envy, hatred and a little admiration, Uncle Jiu puffed up his chest slightly. His words were too false and no one would believe them, so he didn't explain.

"puff!"

The hooked nose was filled with jealousy, and he coughed out the last mouthful of hot blood from his chest. His eyes gradually turned gray, and he muttered about the injustice of heaven before he died.

"Uncle Jiu, people are starting to get cold. Just in case, I suggest killing his soul first and then burning his body. What do you think?"

Liao Wenjie looked at Uncle Jiu. Cremation and one-stop cremation was a special service of Yizhuang, and it was also Uncle Jiu's specialty. He would not join in the fun as he waited for the dinner to begin.

You can be a human being!

"The demons have done so many evil things that they have long since lost the possibility of being reincarnated. Look..."

Uncle Jiu pointed around. The group of ghosts were impatient and on the verge of breaking out: "Let's go quickly, so as not to affect us."

"good."

Liao Wenjie nodded. The ghosts were gathering together for a meal and shouldn't be disturbed.

The two of them dragged the literary talent Qiusheng away. Before they could get far, the ghosts could no longer hold themselves back. They swarmed towards the hook-nosed body and forcibly tore his soul out of his body.

These ghosts were previously controlled by the Ghost Banner, or were wandering ghosts forcibly captured by Hookbi, or were harmed by Hookbi in life and were still enslaved by him after death.

The resentment is huge. If they are not allowed to take revenge with their own hands, I am afraid they will never be able to rest in peace, and there is even the possibility of harming innocent people to vent their resentment.

…

Twenty minutes later, the group of ghosts dispersed on their own. Liao Wenjie dragged Uncle Jiu back the same way and examined the hook-nosed body.

In compliance with the cycle of cause and effect, retribution will be unpleasant.

Hook-nosed's body was too horrible to look at, and his three souls and seven souls were torn into pieces. In the next life...

It seems that there is no next life.

In case the corpse was poisonous, Liao Wenjie looked through it with his copper coin sword, but couldn't find the equipment secrets that had fallen. He couldn't help but shook his head in disappointment.

Apart from anything else, the magic of using ghosts as the core and paper figures as the shells is very exciting.

Don't get me wrong, he is thinking about serious business, just like the 'God of Gamblers' Gao Jin, he definitely doesn't mind spending a lot of money to have a long talk with his girlfriend for a night.

Whether the body can bear it or not is another matter. The key point is that an infatuated person cannot love his family. Just thinking about it makes Liao Wenjie feel heartbroken.

"Ajie, he can't die anymore. There's no need to check so carefully." Uncle Jiu was an upright man and his thoughts were not as dirty as Liao Wenjie's. I thought he had committed the problem of being cautious again.

"There is no regret medicine in the world. You can never go wrong by being careful."

Liao Wenjie stood up, sprinkled the yellow talisman, and burned the mutilated body of Hook Nose on fire. Until the flames went out, he walked towards the basket of cloth bags not far away.

"Brother Jie, there is a diary here. It is written in foreign languages. Can you understand it?"

The hook-nosed man is diligent and thrifty, and Uncle Jiu is no exception. He asks Qiu Sheng, a literary talent, to find a way to move the copper coins back to Yizhuang. The two of them had sad faces. They couldn't walk even with the zombies on their backs, let alone their bodies of flesh and blood.

When he was choosing to lose weight, Wencai dug out a diary from his cloth bag. The text looked like twists. He didn't know the other person, and the other person didn't know him.

"journal?"

Liao Wenjie's eyes lit up, and he thought there was no chance, but it turned out that there was a bright future, a hooked nose, and the habit of writing a diary.

It’s a good habit. I hope that my future enemies will be like Hook Nose and work hard every day and keep updating.

He took the thick-covered diary and flipped through two pages in the moonlight. After browsing through it, he smiled even more happily.

English, understandable.

With his aquiline nose and red hair, Liao Wenjie thought he was a Dutchman and did not go to England. After all, it is well known that British men have less red hair and are more likely to go bald in middle age. The amount of hair on their aquiline noses is obviously inconsistent.

Although both Dutch and English are written around 26 letters, in fact, Dutch is closer to German. Compared with English, both grammar and words are very different. Both sides can't even guess what the opposite is. Several meanings.

Liao Wenjie has never studied Dutch. When he heard it, he felt...like a drunk German spitting.

"Ajie, what does it say?"

“It’s very messy, with a hammer here and a stick here, like a travel guide plus foodie reviews.”

Liao Wenjie closed the diary: "It's too late to see clearly. Let's go back to Yizhuang first."

"Master, what should I do with this basket of copper coins? It's too heavy. Wencai and I can't drag it back."

"Stop talking nonsense. If you can't complete this test, how can you practice Taoism? You two have been studying for many years, but your perseverance is not as good as that of a foreigner. It's really embarrassing."

…

The next day, Uncle Jiu stood in front of the gate of Yizhuang, which had been burned to rubble, with his hands behind his back, looking like he was reminiscing about the past.

When he built Yizhuang, he personally added bricks and tiles to the courtyard wall. Now that the walls and doors were burned down, he felt indescribably complicated.

Fortunately, only one wall and two doors were missing, and several rooms were intact.

What a misfortune among all the misfortunes, ah, no, it is a misfortune among the misfortunes!

Yes, the fire in Yizhuang was put out.

The reason was that when Simu came back from chasing the corpses and saw the fire coming from the sky, he hurriedly resorted to the perpetual motion machine to draw water and asked his customers to help put out the fire.

Some warm-hearted neighbors came to help. With the strength of the crowd, the fire was extinguished in a short time.

He is usually willing to help others, but when he is in trouble, he has help from all directions. Looking at the intact main house and side house, Uncle Jiu sighed that there is still true love in the world. The more he thought about it, the happier he became, and he shed tears of joy.

Uncle Jiu was very happy, but Liao Wenjie was very unhappy. He squatted in the corner and felt sad.

Several houses were saved by the villagers, but Erhei was cremated on the spot because no one cared about him.

Such a big dog just didn't move. No one came to help in the fire. This...

Is this something a human can do?

Liao Wenjie felt very unhappy when he thought of Er Hei's former voice and smile. Er Hei had left completely. Where could he find a corpse to practice Taoism?

It's no use having four eyes back. Not to mention that he takes great care of his clients. The key is that it's inappropriate. Liao Wenjie doesn't want to disturb the dead.

"Master!"

"Master, we are back!"

Wen Cai Qiu Sheng came all the way, with a look of joy on his face, as if he had successfully found his partner on a blind date.

The two of them were in the woods last night, and they couldn't carry the copper coins back to Yizhuang all night long. They borrowed a carriage at dawn to get it done. Before the meal was eaten, the unhappy Uncle Jiu was used as a coolie to help move Master Ren's belongings back to the Ren Mansion.

"What are you doing? Can you have a sharp eye? Don't you see that your master is sad when he sees things and thinks about his emotions?"

Liao Wenjie didn't look back: "Also, keep your voice down, your uncle is catching up on his sleep in the back room, don't wake him up."

"No, Brother Jie, there is good news."

"Haha, let me know if you two have any good news."

"We helped Mr. Ren move things. Before leaving, he invited us to dinner. At the dinner table, he expressed his gratitude to Master and was willing to contribute money to repair the courtyard wall of Yizhuang."

"Then we talked about how Master likes pavilions, rockeries, small bridges and flowing water. Master Ren didn't say anything and said it was just a small amount of money. Workers came to measure the land right away."

"There is also a bamboo forest. Mr. Ren bought land to help expand Yizhuang and build a bamboo forest."

"Yes, yes, there is also a bamboo forest. He is indeed a rich man, and his actions are generous."

Wen Cai Qiu Sheng said to each other that after they heard the great news, they immediately ran back in order to give their master a surprise.

You two didn't cheat Uncle Jiu, this is unreasonable!

Liao Wenjie was in disbelief and looked at the sun in the sky. Did he remember wrongly that the sun came out in the west today?

After thinking about it, he said: "Don't worry, Uncle Jiu is sad. He may be hurt if he turns from great sadness to great joy. I'll tell him later."

He didn't mean anything else, he just felt that if these two scoundrels didn't deceive the master, they must be secretly planning a big move and preparing to give Uncle Jiu a hard blow. Uncle Jiu treated him badly, so he couldn't just sit idly by and watch.

"Come on, Brother Jie, don't try to lie to us again. If we don't tell Master the great news quickly, he will definitely think that we are deliberately trying to trouble him."

"That's right, do you really think we are stupid?"

Qiu Sheng, a literary talent, shook his head repeatedly. He learned a lot from the experience and was determined not to be fooled again. He ran to Uncle Jiu and reported the good news.

"Is this true!?"

Uncle Jiu was overjoyed. After three seconds, he regained his composure and said with a straight face: "It's just external things. Why do I, a Taoist priest, care so much about it? Master Ren is interested. I know he is very grateful to me, but I also use money to do things. We don’t owe each other anything, how can we let him spend money again?”

"No, Master, forget it?"

"Otherwise, do you really want Master Ren to repair my yard? Nonsense, what's the difference between this and asking for favors? Am I that kind of person?"

Uncle Jiu glared at the two of them angrily: "You dare to say anything to others. My good reputation has been ruined by you. Go and push this matter to the Ren Mansion...forget it, you two are not reliable in your work." , I’d better go there myself!”

After saying that, Uncle Jiu rolled up his sleeves and walked away. Looking in the direction, he saw that it was really Ren Mansion.

"Brother Jie, you are right. Master was so sad and happy that his brain was burned out."

"I can't figure it out. Why don't you take it for free?"

"Stop showing off your IQ, learn from Uncle Ninth. If you can be 30% as stable as him... ahem, 30% of his stability will be enough for you to benefit from for the rest of your life."

Liao Wenjie glanced at Uncle Jiu's back. With this quick step, if it weren't for gravity, he would almost be floating.

If the predictions were correct, Uncle Jiu's trip was destined to be fruitless and he would be sent back drunk.

Liao Wenjie can imagine any specific situation.

At the wine table, Master Ren seduces her in every possible way. Uncle Jiu repeatedly dodges, but cannot match Master Ren's passion. Coupled with the excessive drinking, Master Ren gets what he wants in a daze.