I, The Judge of the Yin Department, Will Decide The Life and Death in a Shameful Form!

Tang Jixiong was taken aback.

This painting that he thinks is problematic, is it still a treasure?

You know, the other antiques in this room are auctioned by the auction house, and the minimum is hundreds of thousands!

Is there anything special about this painting?

Was Wang Yifan said to be the only baby in the house?

Tang Jixiong became even more curious: "Wang Shenxian, who is this painting?"

Wang Yifan smiled slightly and poured the pot of water that had just been boiled into the tea cup in front of Tang Jixiong.

"This painting was uploaded by my ancestors. The painting is of General Zhou Cang and Zhou Yuanfu!"

Tang Jixiong slapped his head.

"Zhou Cang back knife picture?"

"Oh! Why did I forget this!"

Zhou Cang is a general of Guan Yu, and usually takes the sword for Guan Yu.

However, after knowing that this painting is from Zhou Cang.

Tang Jixiong became more curious.

Wang Yifan put Guan Yu, the "Martial Saint", and refused to confess, what did his generals do?

Doesn't this mean not worshiping Guanyin and worshiping the golden boy and jade girl beside him?

Tang Jixiong was about to open his mouth to ask.

But I saw Wang Yifan knocking on the table and saying, "Boss Tang, let's talk about the business of your parents moving their graves!"

This was reminded by Wang Yifan.

Tang Jixiong slapped his head and then realized.

Wang Yifan exudes mystery everywhere, like an incomprehensible book to him.

I patronized myself to learn about Wang Yifan's background.

But forgot the purpose of coming here.

"Ouch, I almost forgot to do business!"

Tang Jixiong cleared his throat and said, "Shenxian Wang, when are you going to help my parents move their graves? Let's see an auspicious day!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Yifan's mouth showed a sneer.

He took a sip of the tea on the table.

"The ancients had a saying called'dividing the gold and fixing acupuncture points, moving the tombs and erecting the monuments', but there is a sequence in the middle."

"As the saying goes, a radish has a pit, we must first look at the new site before we can move our parents' old grave!"

Hearing this, Tang Jixiong patted his head again.

Today I was really frightened and confused by all kinds of spirits.

Before the new tomb was optimistic, the old parents were invited out of the old tomb.

When the time comes, where will they put the two elders?

Anyway, it can't be left in the open air!

Tang Jixiong's expression turned straight: "Wang Shenxian, my hometown is in Pan'an County, which is more than a hundred kilometers away from our Linhai City!"

"It's better to hit the sun if you choose a day, you have to be free, or tomorrow..."

Tang Jixiong's words are halfway through.

An abrupt voice suddenly sounded from outside the door.

"Clang clang!"

Hearing that sound, it seemed to be a knock on the door.

Tang Jixiong said: "Wang Shenxian, someone knocked on the door!"

But Wang Yifan didn't move, as if he didn't hear half of it at all, and said with a smile.

"Leave him alone, you go on."

Tang Jixiong nodded: "I mean, or let's leave tomorrow and go to my home Zulin..."

"Clang clang!"

Tang Jixiong's words are halfway through.

It was interrupted by a knock on the door again.

"Wang...Wang Shenxian."

Looking at Wang Yifan who is still pouring tea leisurely beside him.

I have just experienced so many supernatural events today.

Even if it was dull, Tang Jixiong realized that there seemed to be something wrong at this moment.

He opened his mouth and stalked his neck and shouted outside the door.

"Who...who?"

At this moment, the knock on the door suddenly stopped.

The needle dropped silently in all directions.

It took a full two minutes.

Suddenly there was a soft voice from a woman outside the door.

"Excuse me, is Mr. Wang at home?"

"Little girl Guan Shuxue, I have something to ask for you!"

Along with these words, Tang Jixiong clearly felt a damp damp, mixed with mist-like yin.

It seeps in from outside the door.

Only a few seconds.

On the tiles in Wang Yifan's room, a layer of dew like autumn frost has formed.

I saw someone talking outside the door.

Tang Jixiong let out a sigh of relief.

He pushed Wang Yifan's arm.

"Wang Shenxian, someone is looking for you, it sounds like you are young, is it your girlfriend?"

"What's the matter? Are you still having a temper?"

But at this moment, Wang Yifan put down the tea cup in his hand.

"Boss Tang, I just patronized for tea and I didn't hear clearly. You just heard the person outside. What did she call herself?"

"Oh! You didn't hear me clearly! She said her name is Guan Shu..."

The "snow" in Tang Jixiong's mouth has not yet been exported.

The face has changed color.

Because he suddenly thought.

On the tombstone that Wang Yifan just carved.

The name of the deceased!

It is Guan Shuxue!

hiss--

"My God!"

Tang Jixiong's legs softened and wailed, subconsciously wanting to get under the tea table.

Who could think that in this broad daylight, a ghost knocked on the door unexpectedly!

The "person" outside the door seemed to hear the movement in the house.

A sneer sounded again.

"Mr. Wang, if you don't come out, I will go in?"

As he said, Wang Yifan's door shook "click".

At this time, Tang Jixiong was even more frightened.

He looked at Wang Yifan on the other side of the tea table as if for help.

At this moment, he saw Wang Yifan frown, and he seemed to mumble.

"It's a pity that this pot of good tea has just brewed twice!"

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