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

Tang Jixiong was taken aback.

This painting that he thought was problematic was actually still a treasure?

You know, the other antiques in this room were auctioned by Dao Auction House, and the lowest price was hundreds of thousands!

Is there anything special about this painting?

To be called by Wang Yifan as the only baby in the house?

Tang Jixiong became even more curious: "Wang Shenxian, who are you talking about?"

Wang Yifan smiled slightly, and poured the freshly boiled pot of water into the teacup in front of Tang Jixiong.

"This painting was handed down by my ancestors, and it is about General Zhou Cang and Zhou Yuanfu!"

Tang Jixiong slapped his head.

"A picture of Zhou Cang carrying a sword?"

"Oops! How did I forget this!"

Zhou Cang is a general of Guan Yu's army, and he usually holds the sword for Guan Yu.

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

Tang Jixiong became even more curious.

Wang Yifan let Guan Yu, the "martial sage", refuse to confess, so what are his generals doing?

Isn't this the same as not worshiping Guanyin, but worshiping the golden boy and jade girl beside him?

Tang Jixiong was about to open his mouth to ask.

But Wang Yifan knocked on the table and said: "Boss Tang, let's talk about it, let's get down to business about moving your parents' grave!"

Reminded by Wang Yifan.

Tang Jixiong slapped his head before he realized it.

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

I patronize myself and want to know Wang Yifan's background.

But he forgot the purpose of coming here.

"Ouch, I almost forgot the business!"

Tang Jixiong cleared his throat and said, "Wang Shenxian, when are you going to help my parents move the grave? Let's see a lucky day!"

Hearing this, a sneer appeared on the corner of Wang Yifan's mouth.

He picked up the tea on the table and took a sip.

"There is a saying in the ancients called 'dividing the gold and setting the acupoints, moving the graves and erecting monuments', but there is an order in it."

"As the saying goes, one radish and one pit, we have to look after the new site first before we move the old grave of our parents!"

Hearing this, Tang Jixiong slapped his head again.

I was really scared and confused by all kinds of supernatural things today.

Before the new grave was finished, the old parents were invited out of the old grave.

When the time comes, where will they be placed?

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

Tang Jixiong's face turned serious: "Shenxian Wang, my hometown is in Pan'an County, which is only more than 100 kilometers away from Linhai City!"

"It's better to hit the sun than to choose the day. You have to be free, or we can..."

Tang Jixiong was halfway through.

An abrupt voice suddenly sounded from outside the door.

"Clang clang clang!"

It sounded like a knock on the door.

Tang Jixiong said, "Shenxian Wang, someone is knocking 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, just keep talking."

Tang Jixiong nodded: "I mean, why don't we set off tomorrow to go to my Zulin..."

"Clang clang clang!"

Tang Jixiong was halfway through.

He was interrupted by another knock on the door.

"Wang... Immortal Wang."

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

Just experienced so many supernatural events today.

No matter how dull he was, at this moment, Tang Jixiong realized that something was wrong.

He opened his mouth, straightened his neck and shouted out the door.

"Who...who?"

At this time, the knocking on the door suddenly stopped.

All around for a moment, you can hear the drop of a needle.

After a full two minutes.

Suddenly, a woman's soft voice came from outside the door.

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

"Little girl Guan Shuxue, I need you!"

Accompanied by these words, Tang Jixiong clearly felt a dampness, mixed with cloudy air like mist.

Seeped in through the door.

Only for a few seconds.

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

I saw someone talking outside the door.

Tang Jixiong let out a long breath.

He pushed Wang Yifan's arm.

"Wang Shenxian, someone is looking for you. It sounds like you are not very old. Is it your girlfriend?"

"What's the matter? Are you still losing your temper?"

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

"Boss Tang, I didn't hear clearly when I came to drink tea just now. You just heard the person outside the door. What does she call herself?"

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

Tang Jixiong hadn't said "snow" yet.

The face has changed color.

Because it suddenly occurred to him.

On the tombstone that Wang Yifan just carved.

The name of the dead man!

It was Guan Shuxue!

hiss--

"My God!"

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

Who would have thought that in broad daylight, there would be a ghost knocking on the door!

And the "people" outside the door seem to have heard the movement in the house.

A sneer sounded again.

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

As he spoke, the door of Wang Yifan's room shook unexpectedly.

This time, Tang Jixiong was even more frightened.

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

At this moment, he saw Wang Yifan frowned, and seemed to mutter something in his mouth.

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

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