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Chapter 164 This is Strong Buying and Strong Selling

In fact, the meeting is almost over, and the people below have already started to take action to block the airport port.

Others with high status wait here for news, or wait until after five o'clock in the afternoon to track down Shen Ruodi's specific location.

After all, the yang energy is too strong during the day, no matter how good the method is, it will not work.

Since they could only wait, these people began to flatter each other.

Among them, Jiang Yuncheng was the most touted.

"The four young men are young and promising, with profound mana, and they have fought against that Shen Ruodi again, so they will definitely win the top spot!"

"Fourth Young Master really has the shadow of Jiang Lao when he was young. Even Jiang Lao said that Fourth Young Master resembles him the most."

"Fourth Young Master invited the money sword from Mr. Jiang? This is really great! It will definitely be successful!"

While translating for Ming Zhuo and Li Wenhe, He Wangyao whispered science popularization, "The money sword they mentioned should be Jiang Shengying's magic weapon. It is made of [-] copper coins strung with red thread, blessed with a seal, and has accompanied Jiang Shengying for many years. Slaying ghosts and eliminating evil is indispensable.”

After a pause, he added, "It is said that this sword has been passed down for hundreds of years. Many ghost kings have been killed under the sword. It is very murderous. Ordinary ghosts dare not approach it. It is a treasure."

Ming Zhuo: "Wow, that's amazing!"

"Right? This is the treasure of the Jiang family, and also the Dinghaishenzhen of Xiangshi Xuanmen." The people next to them heard the conversation between the two and came over.

"Si Shao Jiang can invite this magic weapon, so it can be seen that he is the next successor of Mr. Jiang, and killing a ghost king is no problem."

Ming Zhuo: "That's not the case. I want to pass down the copper coins for hundreds of years, and most of them are antiques. If you take apart [-] copper coins and sell them, how much will you have to sell them for?"

That person: "..."

Is this person falling into the eyes of money?Your idea is very scary!
Seeing that person leave in horror, Li Wenhe thought to himself that this is indeed the case again.

He looked at Ming Zhuo suspiciously, "You don't really want to sell that sword, do you?"

Mingzhuo looked away, "Am I that kind of person? Wenwen, your understanding of me is a bit too one-sided."

"What did you call me?" Li Wenhe was taken aback, his face turning green.

"Wen Wen." Ming Zhuo added, thinking that this title sounds more fluent.

He pointed at He Wangyao, "His name is Yaoyao, your name is Wenwen, there's nothing wrong with it."

He Wangyao was originally snickering there, but when she heard this, her face froze slightly, why did she forget her nickname...

"Master, help, master!" Hou Zhihui rushed over in panic, and knelt down directly to Ming Zhuo with a plop.

He Wangyao stared at him dumbfounded, isn't this the one who used to be the one who used to be the one who used to be the one who used to be the one who used to be the one who used to be the one who used to be the one who was the most powerful?

What happened to make the other party change his attitude in an instant, from sarcasm to kneeling at Ming Zhuo's feet and weeping bitterly?
Li Wenhe suddenly understood something: "Is there really a head on his shoulder?"

Hou Zhihui: "Master, I was wrong, I shouldn't be rude, please help me!"

He was really scared and had to come to Mingzhuo for help.

Since he was able to mix with the celestial masters, he himself also knew certain spells, but he had used all the ghost-exorcism talisman, the evil-exorcism talisman and the evil-suppressing talisman, and he still had nothing to do with the head on his shoulder.

He also asked other people to help, but no one could see that head!
Even Jiang Yuncheng asked if his eyes were blurred, he might as well go home and have a good rest.

This was very scary, and he wondered if he was haunted by a powerful evil spirit, or had some kind of sorcery.

Since Mingzhuo can see and warn him, then she must have a solution!

Mingzhuo glanced at the people in the hall, turned around and said, "Speak in another place."

She walked to the corridor, and it started to rain outside at some point. The rain was not light, and the rain was floating on the corridor, and the ground was already half wet.

But now there are people everywhere, because it will rain here, but there is no one here, so it is convenient to talk.

Ming Zhuo thought for a while and asked, "Did you perform some kind of summoning or prayer ceremony?"

Hou Zhihui looked blank, "No."

Ming Zhuo looked at him, "You might as well think about it carefully, this thing on your shoulder was brought from another place."

Having said that, Hou Zhihui suddenly remembered something, and he hesitated to speak.

But he thought about it again, now he has something to ask of others, so he has nothing to worry about. It's better to be frank than to lose his life.

"It's like this... During the Chinese New Year, I actually went to the mainland once, um, to visit graves and burn incense." Hou Zhizhi looked embarrassed.

Ming Zhuo didn't understand the other party's hesitation: "Well, what then? You went back to your hometown to worship your ancestors, what happened?"

Hou Zhihui: "..."

But He Wangyao already understood, she covered her mouth and almost died of laughter.

Looking at Jiang Yuncheng's attitude towards mainlanders, middle-aged men can hang out with him, obviously they can't be mainlanders, otherwise they won't even be able to enter the circle.

It is probably because Xiangshi got into the Xiangshi household registration in the early years, and has always insisted that he is a native of Xiangshi.

Unexpectedly, Ming Zhuo exposed his identity mercilessly.

How can this not be embarrassing?
Hou Zhihui hesitated for a moment, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and continued, "Then when I went to burn incense at the old grave in the next town, I heard that there was a folk activity of borrowing debts there. I didn't want to join in the fun, so I followed."

But that debt-paying activity was a little different from what he remembered.

When they were young, they borrowed Yin debts, and they would go to the Wutong Laoye Temple on the back mountain to make a wish to the ghosts and gods at midnight on the eighteenth day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar. .After a few days, if the paper ingot is not deflated, it proves that the loan was successful; if it is deflated, it means that the debt was not borrowed.

However, although there were various rituals such as the sorceress burning incense and offering sacrifices in the ceremony that day, when everyone went to borrow the debt, the sorceress did not ask for any conditions.

Anyway, with a playful attitude, he made a random wish, and then went home with a plastic gold ingot.

The plastic gold ingot is very hard, and unless it is intentionally damaged, it is impossible to deflate. Of course, there is no such thing as a debt or a debt.

After attending the ceremony, he threw away the plastic gold ingot.

Ming Zhuo asked after listening, "Then what did you wish for?"

Hou Zhihui sneered: "I wish to have a relationship with the Jiang family, and take advantage of the Jiang family's east wind to make a fortune."

It's also strange, he had been sharpening his head to get in front of Jiang's family before, but failed; but when he came back after the Chinese New Year, he somehow helped Jiang Yuncheng a favor and successfully became Jiang Yuncheng's follower.

"Why is it so strange? You should be grateful to him for helping you so much."

Ming Zhuo paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "And you are rushing to help, how enthusiastic you are, if you replace it with plastic gold ingots, you won't be able to pay off this bad debt."

He Wangyao: "This is not enthusiasm, this is forced buying and selling!"

Li Wenhe said coolly, "The sorceress didn't ask for a condition, which means that once she does, no one will agree. How can she catch the bait?"

Hou Zhihui's face was pale, and he was about to break out in a cold sweat, "Master, please save me!"

(End of this chapter)