After the rebirth of the metaphysics boss, he won in a wealthy family

Qi Yu was so angry that his back was sweating.

She went down the mountain with Duan Wenbai that day, and Duan Wenbai took out the magic weapon, which almost killed her.

Now Duan Wenbai has lost his memory.

When Qi Yu was angry, it was Jun Ling who came to say hello first.

"Isn't this Master Izumo? What a coincidence." Under Jun Ling's beard hides a simple and honest smile.

The big beard on his face seems to be Zhong Kui in the portrait, which makes people look at him with a feeling of calmness and prestige.

But now, when he looked at it, there were creases beside both eyes, which could make people see a little bit of amiability.

"Master Izumo? Are you also going to play?" Jun Ling said.

It was the same in Qingyuan last time.

When he fights against Guizimu alone, when he can't beat him, he will warmly greet the Izumo he meets on the road for help.

I don't know how his family's old patriarch became enmity with Guizimu.

The ghost mother followed the little ghost released by Tang Simi, and took away the group of ghost infants under the old ancestor, which made the old ancestor furious.

So many children were found in Qingyuan, and they were used as bait to catch ghost mothers.

Jun Ling wanted to speak and greet Izumo, but Duan Wenbai raised his hand to stop him.

Duan Wenbo looked at the age of twenty, but his eyes were full of light.

This kind of return to basics is not something Duan Wenbai can do.

If Duan Wenbai had such means, the hasty amulet Tang Simi gave Qi Yu would not be able to keep Qi Yu at all.

But the Duan Wenbai in Tang Simi's eyes that day was worthy of that careless amulet.

Even a sloppy amulet can't stop his ability.

Duan Wenbai's throat moved slightly, as if trying to learn to control his vocal cords.

Under Tang Simi's gaze, Duan Wenbai said slowly, "Little friend, have we met?"

He didn't remember Tang Simi anymore.

That day, in the Intangible Cultural Heritage Village, he was clearly hostile to Tang Simi.

Tang Simi looked at him: "Maybe there were a few opportunities to pass by."

When Tang Simi said that, Duan Wenbo became serious instead.

He seemed to be hesitating, some uncertain conjecture emerged in his mind.

Tang Simi didn't want to give his rotten mind a chance.

Tang Simi asked directly: "There is a courtyard near Qingyuan in Haicheng. There are many red cloths for incense burners in it. It seems to be a place to raise evil spirits."

"That time, I chased after him, but the building was empty."

Duan Wenbai's face moved slightly, this was not a good memory for him.

That time, he abandoned a mansion and dozens of ghosts. It took a lot of effort to raise those soldiers and horses.

He didn't expect that the person who did this was actually such a little girl.

He held back his anger and comforted himself that those things were lost as soon as they were lost.

But he has lived for more than 100 years, and the mind of gain and loss is his biggest demon.

At this time, Tang Simi spoke again: "By the way, and that time, I snatched a butterfly Gu."

"When I killed the Butterfly Gu Master, I noticed another aura that was watching me."

That day, Tang Simi decisively put oil on the soles of her feet and ran away without a trace.

Originally, he imagined that Tang Simi didn't even know how much the Gu worms in Master Butterfly's hands were worth.

But now it seems that the little doll in front of him seems to have seen his plan clearly.

"Hahaha, what a formidable young man, I haven't gone down the mountain for decades, and I don't know what happened down the mountain."

Tang Simi just smiled slightly.

Duan Wenbai's face was a little distorted, perhaps because of the hasty combination of his appearance and inside.

Qi Yu frowned, she counted among these people, the one who knew Duan Wenbo the most.

But she never thought that Duan Wenbo would become like this.

Now she was sure that the Duan Wenbai in front of her was not Duan Wenbai long ago.

He is someone else.

Tang Simi raised her finger: "Raising ghost babies, seizing homes, and stealing the Five Thunder Art and Ghost Control Art, it seems that you are really not easy to deal with."

Duan Wenbai smiled slightly.

"Speaking of which, I have to thank you more." Duan Wenbo said.

Tang Simi asked him directly: "Where did you start saying thank you?"

Duan Wenbai said: "At that time, I hadn't noticed that Duan Wenbai's birth date coincided with mine."

"He ran back with a useless fat body, and I was going to kill him."

He spoke slowly, as if the useless Duan Wenbai was just a pile of manure to him at that time.

"Originally, the Butterfly Lord's Gu worms would start eating him."

"Just a short while later, you became a mother Gu, and the Butterfly Lord was devoured. Those Gu insects started to devour their master's body, but let Duan Wenbai go instead."

He looked at his current body and smiled: "Not satisfactory."

"Then should you still thank me?" Tang Simi was blunt.

Duan Wenbai laughed: "That's right."

Seeing that Tang Simi was so relaxed, he couldn't help laughing arrogantly: "Little Izumo, and you, a yellow-haired girl, with a few low-profile youngsters, you don't think you can stop me, do you?"

Tang Simi looked back at Izumo, whose beard was all white, and thought, Izumo might be happy in his heart. Who wouldn't like such an old patriarch? With his 150-year-old age, he walked ahead, like Izumo In this way, they can all be called like children.

"Old Patriarch, then we will be offended today."

Izumo and Tang Simi looked at each other and smiled.

None of them planned to make a move.

The real sufferers here today are not them.

The real sufferer, Xie Qiye slowly raised his eyes.

He looked at Duan Wenbai.

Shaking his sleeves, the book of life and death in Xie Qiye's hand appeared.

Only Jun Ling was still stupid, not just what happened just now.

Today, his family's ancestor first informed him that he wanted to go outside to have a look.

After Jun Ling foolishly booked the tickets, the old patriarch couldn't talk anymore and asked him to take Duan Wenbai.

Jun Ling was unwilling, and the old patriarch lost his temper a lot.

Helpless, Jun Ling only thought that the old patriarch saw that he had a lot of things recently and was very busy, so he used an excuse to let him go out to play.

But now he suddenly understands, it seems...

The young man next to him is his old ancestor...

"Duan Wenbai... Patriarch..."

Killing people and taking homes... This is something that damages Yin and morality. If it is said that it will be struck by lightning, everyone will kill it together.

When Jun Ling came to Panlong Mountain at the beginning, he grew up year by year listening to the legend of this old ancestor's longevity.

Xie Bi'an held the book of life and death in his hand.

There was a smile in Tang Simi's voice: "Tell me, are you looking for the old man's fate from the book of life and death, or are you looking for Duan Wenbo's fate?"

"Duan Wenbai is young and his cultivation level is low, but that old man is different, Izumo, what did you say?" Tang Simi frowned and thought.

Izumo looked solemn, "If he doesn't kill people and take away his home, he will occupy a longevity character in Fu Lu Shou. Bin Tianhou, without merit, will have a lifespan, but he destroyed the Great Wall by himself. Now he occupies Duan Wenbo's fate. What can be left..."