The Chronicles of Longevity on Liaozhai Road

Yang Heng smiled, and then said: "I think Boss Shi's net worth is not small, and a villa won't hurt Boss Shi, why don't you abandon it?"

Boss Shi sighed, and then said: "Actually, I have not lived in that villa for a long time, but that villa used to be my ancestral home, because some things in the last century finally lost control, when my father started a little After that, I spent a lot of money to buy it back. So I can’t ignore this house, after all, I have to go back to worship my ancestors every year.”

After Yang Heng listened, he nodded secretly. Since the opening of the mainland, the concept of family has risen again, and wanderers from far away will return to the ancestral house at a certain time every year to worship their ancestors.

It seems that this house is still very important to the Shi family.

"Boss Shi is like this. From your description, I don't think it's a big deal. It should be a brat making trouble. It should be settled soon. Don't worry about it."

Boss Shi finally felt relieved after hearing Yang Heng's words.

The car came quickly along the street, and arrived at a fairly quiet street.There are four or five villas scattered here and there.

These buildings are all stone structures, Western style, and look at the age of the building has a history of more than a hundred years.

Boss Shi's motorcade stopped in front of one of the villas.

Boss Shi got out of the car himself and opened the goalkeeper for Yang Heng, who welcomed him out of the car.

When Yang Heng got out of the car, he immediately looked at the building with his yin and yang eyes.

In Yang Heng's mind, his yin and yang eyes should be able to see some strange scenery in this villa.

But things were unexpected, under Yang Heng's eyes, there was nothing different about this villa, and there was no strange aura wandering around.

Yang Heng frowned, something was unexpected.

When Boss Shi saw Yang Heng frowning, his heart trembled, and he asked, "Master Daoist, is there something wrong with my house?"

Yang Heng smiled wryly in his heart. It's not that your family is wrong, but your family is too right. There is no abnormality at all. How can you ask me, a Taoist priest, to cast spells on you?

However, Yang Heng didn't show timidity on the surface, but said: "Go in and have a look."

After listening to Yang Heng's words, Boss Shi hurriedly led the way, and soon came to the gate of the villa. He personally unlocked the door with the key, pushed the gate open, and invited Yang Heng in.

Yang Hengjin's yard swept around, but he didn't find anything wrong.

"Go inside and have a look."

Boss Na Shi didn't ask any more questions this time, and led the way tactfully, and quickly opened the main door of the room, inviting Yang Heng into the room.

After Yang Heng entered, he carefully looked at this ancient building.

The exterior of the building looks Western style, but the decoration inside is Chinese.

And it seems that the owner of this room still loves cleanliness very much. Although he didn't live in it, the tables and chairs are spotless.

Next, under the leadership of Boss Shi, Yang Heng began to visit this villa before the Republic of China.

Finally, after turning around, Yang Heng didn't find any difference in this villa?

Yang Heng looked at Boss Shi with puzzled eyes now, could it be that this boss is doing nothing to spend millions to joke with himself?

Boss Shi looked at Yang Heng's eyes, and his heart trembled. Could it be that Daoist Yang is also a silver-like wax gun head.

The few masters he invited before, either entered the room and started to mess around, or looked at him inexplicably like Yang Heng.

And those masters who looked at him inexplicably were all famous nearby.

But there are such people, one of them lived in this villa for one night, and went crazy the next day.

"Daozhang, you don't see anything, do you?"

Yang Heng also felt a little blushed when he heard the other party's words.

But soon Yang Heng recovered his mentality. You must know that you are an expert of the earth immortal, and you can already be regarded as a first-class boss in this plane of the earth.

Yang Heng doesn't believe that there is any expert in this earth plane who can be compared with himself.

"Boss Shi, I really didn't see anything wrong in your yard. Could it be that you made a mistake and were joking with Pindao?"

Boss Shi shook his hands anxiously, "Okay, my Daoist, my eyebrows are burning, how can I joke with Daoist, this house is indeed weird."

When Yang Heng saw the other party's expression, it didn't look like he was lying to him. Yang Heng was even more puzzled now, but he immediately thought that there might be something weird in this house.

"Boss Shi, just now we just walked around the room on a whim, now that the poor man has a closer look, we may be able to see the clues."

"Everything is up to the Taoist priest. As long as he can solve this trouble for me, the Taoist priest can do anything."

Yang Heng stood up and walked towards the corridor again.

Yang Kang, who had been sitting by the side listening to Yang Heng talking to Boss Shi, hurriedly greeted Boss Shi, and hurriedly chased after Yang Heng.

"Old Yang, how are you? You won't miss this time, right?"

Yang Heng took a deep breath, shook his head and said: "This room is really weird. I looked around with my magic eyes just now, but I didn't find anything unusual. But I don't think Boss Shi seems to be lying to us. Could it be that this time? The ghosts I encountered were so powerful that they were able to hide from my eyes?"

Yang Kang also became silent when he heard this.

The next two people turned around in the room again, and Yang Heng looked around carefully every step he took.

But this time was still the same as the last time, and there was nothing to gain, and then returned to the living room dejectedly, and was about to sit down opposite Boss Shi, when he suddenly glanced and saw an oil painting hanging on the wall.

This painting shows a person howling in pain.

If it's just like this, it's just normal, but this painting is very weird. The person is completely painted with red dye, exuding a gloomy atmosphere.

Boss Shi watched Yang Heng look at the painting, and hurriedly stood up to introduce it to Yang Heng.

"I received this painting when I was traveling in Europe. The price is not expensive, only a few hundred euros. I have had someone appraise it. The painting is at least a few hundred years old. I have picked up a small omission. "

When he said this, Boss Shi looked very proud.

Chapter 472 Weird

Yang Heng looked at Boss Shi's complacent expression, and shook his head helplessly. He stepped forward and looked at the painting carefully, always feeling that something was wrong.

As Yang Heng stared at the painting for longer and longer, suddenly a fear that he never had before rose in his heart.

This feeling has never been felt since Yang Heng's cultivation became a true fruit.

Yang Heng took a step back, and bumped into Yang Kang who was coming to see the details of the painting.

"Yang Heng, are you okay?"

Yang Kang, who had never seen such a gaffe of Yang Heng, asked in surprise.

Yang Heng calmed down his mind, and then said: "It's nothing, this painting is really weird."

At this time, Boss Shi also came over. He stood beside Yang Heng and looked up at the painting he had received from Europe. He didn't think there was anything strange about it.

"Daoist Yang, are you psychological? Although this painting is scary, it is also a testimony to the history of the European continent. It is not as exaggerated as you think."

Yang Heng didn't answer, but this time he opened his yin and yang eyes, and he wanted to see if the painting was really as harmless as Boss Shi said.

However, Yang Heng was still disappointed. In his yin and yang eyes, the painting was still ordinary and not as weird as he imagined.

This time Yang Heng had no choice but to stay here for one night, and then look at the origin of this painting in the evening.

"It seems that I can't find the reason for a while, Boss Shi, I will stay with you for one night, is there any problem?"

Boss Shi was taken aback for a moment, but he quickly realized it.

"Daoist Yang just stay."

Yang Heng nodded, and then returned to the sofa, with his back to the painting, silently thinking about what happened today.

Today, Yang Heng was a little anxious. He didn't expect that with his magic power, he couldn't find out whether there was something strange in this yard.

Boss Shi, who was sitting next to Yang Heng, looked at Yang Heng with his head down and didn't bother him, but ordered his secretary to start preparing a guest room for Yang Heng in this room.

"Boss Yang, what's going on with you tonight? Are you here with Daoist Yang, or are you going to stay in a hotel with me?" Boss Shi turned his head and asked Yang Kang.

Yang Kang hesitated for a moment, looked at the silent Yang Heng beside him, and finally decided to stay with him here, who made him his brother?

"I'll stay with Daoist Yang here too. After all, he lives here alone, so I don't worry."

"Okay, then I'll ask someone to prepare an extra room."

After finishing speaking, Boss Shi signaled again to the secretary next to him, who nodded and went down to make arrangements.

After a while, Boss Shi saw that it was getting late, and it was almost time for lunch, so he invited Yang Heng and Yang Kang to a nearby hotel, had lunch, and then sent them back.

Next, Boss Shi didn't seem to want to stay here any longer, so he took people away in a hurry on the grounds that he had a job.

After Boss Shi left, Yang Kang was finally free. He groaned comfortably on the sofa, and then said to Yang Heng: "These rich people really enjoy it, the sofa is so big, it's fast. Catch up with my bed."

But Yang Heng didn't answer him, but still sat with his back to the strange painting.

Yang Kang finally felt that something was wrong. He hurriedly sat next to Yang Heng, patted his shoulder and asked, "Old Yang, what's going on? Are you stupid?"

At this time, Yang Heng raised his head slowly, looked at Yang Kang with blood red eyes and said, "Do you feel that someone is watching you from behind?"

Yang Heng's words scared Yang Kang into a fright, and he subconsciously looked around.

"Lao Yang is in this weird place, don't be joking."

Yang Heng ignored Yang Kang, but turned his head slowly, looking at the painting behind him, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, his appearance was so weird.

Yang Kang was really startled when he saw Yang Heng like this, he quickly stretched out his hand to pinch Yang Heng, and said, "Lao Yang, you must be bewitched, right?"

Yang Heng knocked off Yang Kang's hand, and said angrily, "You're just bewitched, are you cursing me for not being good at learning?"

After finishing speaking, Yang Heng stood up again, walked to the weird painting, and fell silent again.

"Lao Yang, what's wrong with this painting, it needs your hard work."

Yang Kang walked to Yang Heng's side and started looking at the painting with him.

"I don't know, I always feel that there is something wrong with this painting."

Yang Heng paused, and then continued to explain to him, "Although I didn't find anything weird about this painting, I always felt that there was something wrong with it. When I was sitting on the sofa just now, I always felt that there was someone Stare at me from behind."

Yang Kang also trembled after hearing this. He knew about Yang Heng's ability. With Yang Heng's great ability, he couldn't find any problems with this painting.

"Then what are you going to do?"

"What else can I do? Didn't they say that all the accidents happened at night? Well, I will stay here today, and I want to see what dares to be rampant in front of me."

"Well, it can only be like this, but I can say yes, I can't accompany you tonight. I didn't sleep almost all night yesterday."

Yang Heng glanced at him in surprise, and then showed a smile that any man could understand.

Yang Kang looked a little embarrassed by him, and then raised his head and said: "What are you looking at? Are you not allowed to fall in love? Your children are so old, and I am not married yet, so I am not allowed to find a woman."

"Okay, okay, it's okay if I'm wrong, Boss Yang forgive me this time."

"Looking at your attitude of apologizing, that's it this time, don't make such a mistake next time."

Then the two of them returned to the sofa and began to chat about gossip, probably about Yang Kang's family.

As time went on, the night came quickly.

Since it was still some distance away from the city, they couldn't order takeaway here, so they could only find something in the refrigerator to make do with it.

Fortunately, although the boss does not live here, the refrigerator in the kitchen is a double-door, and the things inside are full, and there is nothing missing.

After dinner, after watching TV for a while, Yang Kang's eyes began to fight, and finally he couldn't take it anymore and went back to sleep.

In the living room, only Yang Heng was left, still staring at the TV with blank eyes.

After a while, suddenly the door leading to the balcony from the living room was opened.

Yang Heng suddenly turned his head to look over there, and if he paid attention at this time, he would find a little golden light in Yang Heng's eyes.

But under Yang Heng's eyes, there was nothing there, only a single opened door.

Yang Heng stood up slowly and walked towards the balcony. He looked around at the door, but he still didn't find anything weird.

Suddenly, Yang Heng turned his head and looked at the painting hanging on the living room.

I only saw that painting in the dark, which looked even more gloomy, and Yang Heng seemed to hear a faint hissing sound, as if he let out the most painful howl before dying.

Not only was there no fear in Yang Heng's heart, but a wave of excitement arose in his heart. I knew you were weird, so you can't hide it now.

As he said that, Yang Heng came to the painting again, and stretched out his hand to touch the roaring figure in the painting.

But before Yang Heng's hand touched the painting, he felt a cool wind from his hand to his heart.

This feels very strange, but Yang Heng has also experienced this kind of situation before, that is, his spirit enters the four-dimensional space, and he can feel the coolness from the inside out.

Yang Heng's slight smile did not stop, but mobilized the mana in his dantian to rush into his hand, and then grabbed the painting violently.

As a result, Yang Heng didn't touch the painting, but passed through the painting directly.

Then Yang Heng felt an invisible force start to work, and began to infiltrate and disintegrate the mana in his hand, wanting to assimilate it into his own kind.