I, The Magistrate Of The Underworld, Can Determine Life And Death With A Piece Of Yin!

"Make the living happy, make the dead happy!"

"Good! Well said!"

Tang Jixiong has become a business owner from a mediocre commoner, and he has long practiced his skills in flattering.

Almost without showing any signs, he wanted to flatter Wang Yifan.

From disbelief at the beginning, to now convinced.

Tang Jixiong himself didn't expect it either.

Just one morning.

In his eyes, the young man in front of him has changed from a liar to an image of a master who has disappeared into the world of mortals.

However, facing Tang Jixiong's flattery.

Not only did Wang Yifan not have the smugness of a young man on his face.

On the contrary, the expression became more and more concise.

He has been a human being in two lives, and he has never seen any scenes.

And since he obtained the "ghost judge system", even his mood has become more stable.

I saw that Wang Yifan didn't answer Tang Jixiong's words at all, but gently moved forward.

"Boss Tang, come in and talk!"

Tang Jixiong didn't expect Wang Yifan to be so indifferent, and he admired him even more.

He nodded and followed Wang Yifan into the three-story building.

As soon as he entered the room, Tang Jixiong was dumbfounded again.

In his eyes, the place where an expert like Wang Yifan lives should be that kind of quaint and lively, even a little gloomy.

After all, Wang Yifan's yard is full of tombstones.

His occupation is still a stele engraver.

It's unlikely that there is anything "normal" in the house.

But in this room.

It is completely modern Chinese layout.

Floor-to-ceiling windows, mahogany furniture, and even TV walls and bay window bookshelves.

Don't look at the outside, just look at the inside of the house, this is a modern Chinese villa!

It seemed that he had seen through Tang Jixiong's thoughts.

Wang Yifan smiled slightly: "What? Is this room different from what you thought?"

As he spoke, he led Tang Jixiong to the tea table in front of the French window.

He took out a pitch-black old iron kettle and started boiling water.

"Wang Shenxian is right, this room is completely different from what I thought."

At this time, Tang Jixiong had already looked away.

In front of Wang Shenxian, the method of using brains to calculate people like before would not work at all.

He couldn't see through the man in front of him at all.

Like now.

Tang Jixiong looked at the display in front of him.

The tea table is made of huanghuali wood, the teapot is a handmade old iron pot, and even the charcoal in the clay stove is white and fine bamboo charcoal.

If this is placed in ancient times.

That is a specification that Zhongming Dingshi Home only has.

Reminiscent of Wang Yifan just kidding himself with the tombstone.

Tang Jixiong, who had relaxed his mind now, was moved.

Almost blurted out.

"Wang Shenxian, do you earn money by carving monuments for others?"

Seeing Tang Jixiong's doubts.

Without stopping, Wang Yifan gently picked up a pinch of tea and put it into the cup.

Out of the mouth slowly.

"The stele engraving is an ancestral handicraft, so naturally it cannot be left behind, mainly because of the hard work."

"However, I usually meet some friends and help them see the Fengshui yin house."

"I don't like to take money either, so they thought of ways to send some gifts."

Wang Yifan casually pointed in the room.

"Most of the things in this room are gifts from others!"

Hearing this, Tang Jixiong was even more startled.

Talk about money, talk about gift giving.

He can be regarded as a connoisseur.

Let's just say that the yellow rosewood tea table under my hand is well over a million.

This must be a great debt of favor to give such a level of gift.

Tang Jixiong's eyes began to scan the room.

A few things were quickly discovered.

Qing official kiln with a thin waist and large pot, a gold-plated Buddha statue, and a tin-colored horse pot.

If Tang Jixiong didn't know that these antiques came from different years and different regions.

He must have thought that Wang Yifan had something to do with the Daodou family!

At this moment, Tang Jixiong's eyes fixed on a painting in the house.

I saw a three-foot long scroll hanging on the main hall of the house.

It depicts a black-faced general holding a Guan knife.

See this painting.

Tang Jixiong couldn't help but let out a "huh".

Guan Dao is the Qinglong Yanyue Dao that is often said. Because it is Guan Yu's famous weapon, it is called Guan Dao.

Normal ancient paintings should be pictures of Guan Yu holding a knife, or Guan Yu reading Spring and Autumn under the moon.

So it stands to reason that Guan Erye should have a red face in Tsing Yi.

But this painting, why is it a general with a black face?

And this painting is still hanging in the middle of the main hall.

Obviously very precious to the owner.

Impossible to draw wrongly.

Tang Jixiong muttered in his heart, turned his head to look like Wang Yifan: "Wang Shenxian, which general is in this painting?"

I saw Tang Jixiong mentioning this painting.

Only then did Wang Yifan show a dumb expression in his eyes.

"I said, Boss Tang, you have good eyesight! The only treasure in this room is this painting!"

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