Trafford’s Trading Club

What Dazhe knew about Lord Jin was what he heard from others when he was young.

This old man is ninety years old. He started his business in the Shanghai-Shenzhou area during the war years. He followed a boss named Du at that time and had a legendary story.

Later, he came to this place. He heard that this was originally the ancestral home of Lord Jin. After the war, he returned here and settled down.

Although I am just retiring in this town now, I will not be here before I retire. Before Jin Ye's Shantou was disbanded, it had a large sphere of influence.

But Dazhe had some thoughts in his mind as to whether the old man had become more superstitious recently, so when faced with Lord Jin’s question, he smiled and said: "Old man, that’s not true. I don’t believe in this." .”

"I knew you would say that." Jin Ye chuckled and suddenly reached out and grabbed Dazhe's arm.

Dazhe was stunned for a moment, then frowned, secretly thinking that the old man's hand was so strong that it even hurt him a little when he grabbed it. Dazhe subconsciously wanted to break free, but now faced with this 90-year-old old man, he couldn't break free.

"This...Master Jin, you..."

Only then did Lord Jin let go of his hand. Dazhe rubbed his wrist and looked at it. He found that the area where he was grabbed was already red. He said in surprise: "Old man, you are always getting stronger. This hand strength is too strong. "

"I'm old." Jin Ye waved his hand and said, "I just want to scare you young people... Dazhe, you think I'm ninety years old, why am I still so energetic?"

"Do you...do you usually exercise?" Dazhe thought.

"Oh? Go to the park to play Tai Chi? Then take a walk when you have nothing to do?" Jin Ye asked funnyly.

"Master Jin, please tell me, I really can't guess it." Dazhe shook his head.

Mr. Jin chuckled and said: "When I was young, I met a wandering Taoist priest. At that time, I was following Boss Du. This Taoist priest was a strange man. I guess it was my fate, so he passed on some information to me. Rudimentary kung fu... don't look like this, it's not magic kung fu, it's just health-preserving kung fu, not that magical. But it did give me good physical strength. I even slept with a little girl a few days ago, haha."

"Master Jin, you are really getting stronger with age." Dazhe didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he was also extremely surprised, "But do you really have such skill?"

"Sit down." Jin Ye pointed to the chair next to the Buddhist hall, sat down, and then said: "What? Do you really think that the things passed down by our ancestors are the fancy fists and embroidered legs on TV? Dazhe, let me tell you, the real The master is hiding it, but it’s hard for us ordinary people to encounter it.”

"Master Jin... I don't understand, how can you tell me these things?" Dazhe asked curiously.

"Dazhe, aren't you curious about this health-preserving skill and don't you want to learn it?" Lord Jin asked abruptly.

"I'm quite curious." Dazhe shook his head and said, "But why should I live so long? Being a human being is tiring enough, and I don't want to live too long."

"So many years." Mr. Jin suddenly said: "I have told you about this, and there are three people including you. One is my son, and the other is an old friend who has been with me for a long time. But you are the only one who can say no Willing to learn.”

"Master Jin, I'm not denying you face." Dazhe said quickly: "To be honest, I'm really grateful that you can tell me this. But how to say it... I don't know how to say it."

"Are you still worried about what happened back then?"

Dazhe nodded silently.

"Over the years, I have heard about what happened to you since you came out." Jin Ye sighed: "You no longer show up, and you don't interact with people in the past. Occasionally, you help others take the blame for coming out. You went in again. People say you are stubborn, but I can see that you want to cut yourself off from your past."

Dazhe remained silent.

"The life of fighting and killing is not easy." Mr. Jin looked at the Guanyin statue in front of the hall, "My son learned this kung fu younger than me, so he naturally learned it better than me, so he helped me conquer a lot of territory. What's the result? Or is it? You killed people, including my old buddy, and I was the only one left in the end... Dazhe, you quit early, so many people were against it at first, but why did I support you, do you know?"

"Master Jin..."

"Because I'm afraid." Mr. Jin sighed: "I'm afraid that I won't be able to find anyone I like and can chat with in the future. But you bastard, for so many years, if you hadn't met someone like Xiao Yucheng, Trouble will not come to me, right?"

"Master Jin, I'm sorry, I really... can't help it."

"You boy."

Jin Ye glared at Dazhe, "I know what you are thinking. You don't come to me because you are afraid that I will think you are coming to seek refuge, right? On my birthday last year, I asked Datou to send me a cake. But this muddy thing like Datou, How could he remember that I like to eat peaches, so I put so much peach meat in it? I just bluffed him, and he told me everything about it."

"Master Jin... I just don't have the face to see you."

"Okay." Mr. Jin said slowly: "Xiao Yucheng will give me some face no matter what. This thing has done a lot of dirty things. If he dares to be rude, then I, an old man, will probably go outside for a while." Well. I recite sutras every day, but I may not be able to let others bully me now."

"Thank you!" Dazhe quickly stood up and looked at the old man respectfully.

"Let's forget about this matter for now." Jin Ye's eyes suddenly lit up at this moment, he pressed Dazhe's chest with one hand, and then shouted loudly!

Dazhe felt a huge force hit his body, and then he felt as if his internal organs were turning over. He was in extreme pain and fell to the ground all of a sudden.

At this time, Dazhe looked at himself in horror, as a gray mist illuminated his body, and eerie screams rang out in the Buddhist hall.

"What a monster!" Mr. Jin suddenly clapped the palm of his hand holding the beads.

The mist was suddenly dispersed, and then a scream rang out, and Lord Jin was completely thrown away and fell to the ground.

The mist suddenly spread to the floor and turned into a blurry shadow of a child. At this moment, Jin Ye gritted his teeth and pushed out his hands at the same time. A soft ball of white light emitted from his palms and struck the shadow again.

With this shot, the shadow disappeared, and Lord Jin stopped, sitting on the ground and coughing.

"Master Jin, Master Jin!"

"It's okay...it's not serious." Mr. Jin's face turned pale. "Just rest for a while...Fortunately, you are willing to come to me. Otherwise, in another year or two, I'm afraid I won't be able to subjugate this unjust ghost."

"Master Jin, you...you really have this ability!"

"Holy shit, little bastard, do you think what I just said was just a story?" Mr. Jin was so angry that he coughed frequently.

"That's not what I meant." Dazhe shook his head quickly.

Mr. Jin said: "But you are okay for the time being...it's only for the time being. The resentment of this unjust ghost is too heavy. What I just dispersed is probably just a mouthful of its resentment. I guess it won't be long before it gets entangled again." You. If I hadn't brought you to this Buddhist hall and had this string of Buddhist beads consecrated by the eminent monk in my hand, I wouldn't have been able to save you. Dazhe, after reconciling with Xiao Yucheng in the evening, you have to stay here for a while. Wait for a while, otherwise it can still catch you again!"

"Master Jin." Dazhe thought for a while, "You have this ability... Then, can you save it?"

Mr. Jin was stunned, "I just saw this resentment reveal its true form. It looked like a child... Could it be the one who drowned back then?"

Dazhe nodded.

"To untie the bell, you still need someone to tie it..." Mr. Jin nodded, "Okay, I, an old man, will accompany you through this ordeal, as if you still remember to give me a birthday cake as a thank you gift!"

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…

The bell suddenly rang, and the maid who was sitting quietly in the club lobby suddenly opened her eyes.

And the dim surroundings here gradually glowed with light.

The white candles hanging on the candlesticks on the wall were automatically lit one by one, and a black mist was seen staying in the air like a tornado, and then slowly descended.

"Dark Soul Eighteen, I have met Miss Youye."

"No. 18, what's the matter?" You Ye looked at Black Soul No. 18... just looking.

Black Soul No. 18 is not so used to the fact that this doll only appeared in the club after her. It has always had this cold look. It has been smiling more recently, but it is still Black Soul in essence. The cold and cold doll that No. 18 recognized.

"Is the master not here?" Black Soul No. 18 asked thoughtfully.

"Master has something to do and will leave for a few days." You Ye said calmly: "If you have anything to do, just tell me."

"That's right." Black Soul No. 18 said directly: "I want to get a material, preferably one that can be used with the "Book of the Dead" to cast spells. I wonder what the exchange price is?"

Youye tilted his head and looked at Black Soul No. 18. The dim light in his blue eyes made Black Soul No. 18's heart skip a beat. "No. 18, you are indeed playing the magician again." Is it a game? Who do you like this time? That professor? Or Wang Yuechuan?"

Black Soul No. 18 smiled sinisterly and said: "Two poisonous insects are fighting, no matter who wins."

You Ye nodded and said: "The material you want, there is one in this city. It is a black diamond. Now it is in the hands of a businessman's son who just inherited the inheritance. His name is Liu Zixing, and he is a You are a gambler. You don’t need to exchange money. Just get some money and buy it from this businessman’s son. For money, he sells everything. Or you can just tell these two poisonous bugs to you and see if they will. I will cross the line for the sake of power.”

"That's great." Black Soul No. 18 nodded, "Then, I won't disturb Miss Youye."

Raising money masters... This is what most black soul messengers do. Black Soul No. 18 thought, even though she has a new owner, Miss Youye still has no intention of changing her behavior, right?

Still the same as before.

"Go down." The maid nodded.

After the Dark Soul Messenger left, the bright lights in the club lobby were extinguished one by one, and the maid still sat in the same place as before.

"When can I come back?"

Although it was only three days... I felt so lonely.

This feeling...

You Ye gently held her chest and slowly closed her eyes.

"Owner……"

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