Master of the World [Quick Transmigration]

"2 taels!" Zhao Shi was the first to call for the price. The news of Liu Guishou bought from the old man Qianwen made the Four Seas League prosperous for several days, but he himself was not enthusiastic about the Wangui King.Everyone knows that if the king of ghosts can be eradicated, he will be famous all over the world. Unfortunately, the Four Seas League is a local snake in Anyang. Zhao Shi knows exactly how far he can go when he walks out of Anyang.

This time, let's take it as a favor.

"2 taels." A muffled laugh came from behind the curtain.

Zhao Shi couldn't be sure for a moment what Qian asked the old man, whether he was happy or unhappy.

"3 taels." A voice hesitated.

"With all due respect," the speaker was the only woman present. Her figure was thin and short, and her face was covered with a black veil. "Who knows whether the painting is true or not? Didn't we suffer a lot?"

The person behind the curtain was silent for a few seconds, and said: "After the first buyer gets it, I can tell you the answer after reading it. After all, there are some things that cannot be faked."

The words were clouded, and with the intention of giving it a try, the skinny woman became the first buyer.

The long ruler stayed above the scroll: "Which one?"

Withered fingers clicked on the second picture.

"Eyes...a good choice."

With a flick of the ruler tip, the scroll flew out and landed firmly in the skinny woman's hand.

She stretched out her palm, and the palm was slightly red, which showed that the force with which the scroll was thrown just now was not small.

In this way, the thin woman is more interested in the person behind the curtain. Regardless of whether the painting is true or not, it is always a good thing to have a relationship with a powerful person.

It was a good deal.

"The landlord of Feiyu, Yao Haifeng."

A simple self-introduction is a gesture of goodwill.

"Lord Feiyu, you have a good eye."

Yao Haifeng was slightly taken aback, and realized that he was referring to the scroll in his hand.

She immediately retreated to a corner, making sure that the people around her would not glance at the contents of the painting, then slowly opened the book, only glanced at it, then quickly closed it, her eyes were full of disbelief, and after a long time, she sighed softly: "Sure enough, you can't fake it."

This sentence completely aroused the interest of all present, but Yao Haifeng sat back in his seat after seeing it for himself, without saying a word, and did not participate in the second round of auction.

"I'm talking about sister Yao." A middle-aged man sitting next to her seemed to be an old acquaintance with her, and couldn't help but said, "You should give me an accurate answer."

Yao Haifeng: "It's true."

Everyone looked at each other, and the middle-aged man said again: "Since it is true, the second round of auction..."

Before he finished speaking, Yao Haifeng waved his hands again and again, and said with a wry smile: "There is no blessing."

After listening to her, driven by curiosity, the price in the second round of auction went up, and the final buyer paid five times the price to get it.

The auction on the boat was in full swing, Yao Haifeng's eyes were erratic, and he left first.

Lin Xun did not stop and continued to host the next auction.

The spring rain is like needles, thin and dense. This rain came suddenly and just in the evening, bringing a lot of chills.

A black and red horse was galloping on the road, and when it came to a turning, the horse neighed and fell heavily to the ground. Yao Haifeng reacted very quickly, holding the saddle with his left hand, and landed firmly sideways.

Raindrops splashed down, and a silver line at the intersection almost coincided with the rainy night.

Yao Haifeng sneered and said, "Why, even people from the government came to join in the fun?"

"Good eyesight." The leading man simply took off his scarf.

Yao Haifeng: "To mobilize the teachers and mobilize the crowd, it is possible that they want the lion to open their mouths and swallow up the other four buyers."

"Lord Yao is joking," the Qingyue knife in the man's hand shone coldly in the night, "Painting is second, but Feiyulou's business has been too extensive recently, and they even started to make private salt. Anyang is afraid I can't tolerate your big Buddha."

Hearing the word 'private salt', Yao Haifeng's complexion changed, "The court always needs to provide evidence to arrest people."

"You never need to give evidence to the dead." The man grinned grimly, raised his knife and slashed at him, followed by his subordinates to attack.

Two fists were no match for four hands, and Yao Haifeng's entire back was slashed with a large cut. Facing the constant swinging of knives, a trace of resentment flashed in her eyes: "I'm dead, you don't even think about it!"

She threw the painting out, took out a pill from the hairpin and swallowed it into her mouth, stimulating her inner strength, her arms immediately protruded and swelled rapidly.

"It's broken." The man was shocked. There are many people in Jianghu who reserve the means to die with the enemy at the last moment.

"Back!" he yelled.

However, it was too late, the skinny woman's arms exploded directly, blood and flesh splashed on the surrounding officers and soldiers, the muscles on the face of the nearest man instantly melted, half of which was covered with bones, he covered his face and screamed a few times before falling down past.

The rest of the officers and soldiers were not much better, some were not seriously injured, but the poison was fatal, and the skinny woman who broke both arms was killed on the spot.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the sound of horseshoes can be heard in the distance.

The BMW was suddenly strangled. The person on the horse was wearing a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat. The ground in front of him was covered with blood. After being diluted by the rain, the corrosive power was much smaller. The corpse in the middle was only a white skeleton. A hairpin indicates that it was a woman who died.

After confirming that no one was alive, the visitor slowly took off his bamboo hat, revealing a young and handsome face. At this moment, the broken hair on his forehead was wet, making him look thin and pale.

After Leng An didn't find out about the news of the two juniors, he went straight down the road. He couldn't stand the hard work of the past few days. He wanted to take Anyang as his next foothold and rest for half a day, but unexpectedly, he ran into this place thing.

He has only been to Anyang a few times, and he doesn't know much about the division of power in the city, and he doesn't recognize the master of Feiyu Tower, but other people who died, it is not difficult to identify their identities from the weapons they wear.

How could someone from the government die here?

Leng An quickly saw the picture scroll thrown to the side of the road, and walked over to pick it up. Strange to say, normal paper would be damaged if it was wet by the rain, but this picture scroll was intact.

Not only that, the rain poured over it, like sliding over silk and satin, except for the coolness on the surface, the paper was completely unaffected.

Spread it out to see, there is only a pair of eyes drawn on it, and those eyes seem to be alive, staring at him motionlessly.

Leng An let go of his hand abruptly, and the picture scroll fell to the ground. The moment the mud was about to get on it, there was a burst of red light around it, and the picture remained the same as before.

"Ghost King Picture!" He lost his voice.

During the heyday of the King of Ghosts, the most unpredictable thing is the picture of the King of Ghosts, which is made by the King of Ghosts with his own flesh and blood. Ghosts are different from humans. They are not restricted by their shape and environment. Paintings are like his countless avatars, as long as he wants to, he can use the portraits to monitor every move of the person he wants to deal with.

There are even rumors that these portraits are a portal, and the King of Thousand Ghosts can walk out of the paintings at any time.

Because of this, for nearly ten years, people all over the world talked about paintings, and the sale of ancient scrolls, poems and paintings almost disappeared.

The biggest feature of the ghost king picture is that water and fire do not invade. After the sunset, the number of ghost kings appeared less and less, until finally there was no news, and the ghost king picture disappeared.

Leng An stared at the picture of the ghost king under his feet, and shook his head helplessly. No matter what the reason was, every time the picture of the ghost king appeared was accompanied by bloody wind.

He picked up the portrait again, rolled it up and hung it on his back.

Leng An had many questions in his mind, such as what happened to these people before they died, and why there was only one pair of eyes in this painting.

It was destined that he would not walk too smoothly today. Before he had gone far, the BMW stopped automatically, and the horse trembled slightly.

There are more than a dozen white figures in front of him, their feet not touching the ground, and at this moment, they are staring at him with empty eyes.

Leng An got off the horse, stretched out his hand and patted it, BMW ran under another tree, he pursed his lips...sighed secretly, it was not good, the younger brother ran into the night ghost before he found it.

These are the lowest-level night ghosts. They are completely attracted by the smell of blood. Low-level does not mean that they are not strong. On the contrary, usually this kind of night ghosts are quite powerful. They generally have low IQ and like violence and fighting. , The demand for human blood is very large.

Dealing with a few night ghosts is no problem, but the bad luck is that most of the blood-loving night ghosts live in groups. He looked back and saw that many night ghosts had appeared on the top of the mountain, looking down.

Leng An has never been a talkative person, and took the initiative to attack.

The ferocious and evil night ghost was helpless under his hands, and as time passed, his head began to feel dizzy.

Leng An reached out and touched his forehead, it was hot.

He bit his lip bleeding to stay awake, and just as he was about to start a bloody melee, the night ghost who had been attacking him suddenly seemed to feel something, turned his head back and forth uneasily, and finally formed a few small groups and floated away.

In the torrential rain, Leng An saw a person standing in front with his hands behind his back, dressed in white, with an aura that could stand shoulder to shoulder with mountains and rivers.

"I saved you." The man in white robe said the first words.

His gaze was slightly surprised when he saw the picture scroll behind Leng An: "It seems that my first buyer had some bad accidents."

Leng An tried his best to stabilize his body: "Who are you?"

"You can call me Qianwen, old man Qianwen."

The white-robed man had a hoarse voice like an erhu, and Leng An felt an indescribable sense of incongruity, as if such a man should have a better timbre.

In the previous town he came to, he had heard about the old man Qianwen, who had just risen recently and claimed to know everything.

A black dot streaked across the air.

Lin Xun reached out to take it, and it turned out to be heavy silver.

Leng An: "Have you ever seen a child in his teens, or someone wearing a Taoist robe for falling lamps?"

Lin Xun didn't speak, he just emphasized the fact that he saved his life.

Leng An was helpless: "What do you want?"

In the next second, Lin Xun had come to his side and blew softly in his ear.

Leng An subconsciously felt numb.

A soothing fragrance came, and he felt his head getting heavier and heavier, and finally his eyes closed uncontrollably. Before he completely fell into a coma, Leng An heard the answer.

"--you."

……

A clean bedroom is a familiar environment.

"Are you awake?" came a faint voice.

Leng An tilted his head, struggled to sit up, and the ice towel slipped from his forehead, "Master..." Looking around, he didn't understand why he came back again. He clearly remembered that he was fighting the night ghost before, and then met an inexplicable white man. Pao people, what happened afterwards was a blank.

"You were drugged and brought back by a horse."

Leng An murmured: "What happened?"

Qian Jiangyue: "That's exactly what I want to ask you."

Pressing the painful temple, all kinds of bizarre fragments flashed in his mind.

A life-saving grace.

"what do you want?"

"you."

Countless 'you' exploded like fireworks.

Leng An lost his mind and said: "I remembered." He said and grabbed Qian Jiangyue's wrist: "He said he wanted me."

Qian Jiangyue looked at her wrist coldly, and then at him.

Leng An was still immersed in his memory, "He said he was going to marry me."

The author has something to say: Leng An: "Master, listen to me."

Qian Jiangyue: "Go away."

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