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Bai Zhun leaned on the bed, drowsy: "I can't help you."

What Qimen owed was Han San's love, not Liu Da's. If Liu Da was unjust, if he helped, Sanye Han's coffin would be overwhelmed.

Liu Er didn't expect that Bai Zhun would flatly refuse, knowing that it was his senior brother acting like this behind the master's back, which angered Bai Zhun.

But Liu Da was his elder brother after all, he couldn't just leave him alone, he gritted his teeth and said, "Qi Ye, my master gave the position of sect master to the senior brother, and gave everything to the senior brother."

The daughter of the family fortune, and the secret skill that can only be mastered by the generations of Gu Caimen.

"If my senior brother dies, the three sects will be gone." After speaking, he kowtowed again.

Bai Zhun frowned, the multifarious schools had long since declined, and the members of the sects were also scattered, trying to survive on their own. The three sects have been passed down to this generation, and it is true that they cannot just be cut off like this.

A few sounds of paper were heard inside the door, and Liu Er was hopeful, but only an eyeless paper servant walked out of the inner room, the paper figurine walked up to him stiffly, and dropped a cloth bag.

Liu Er looked down, and a white flower appeared on the corner of the bag: "Master Qi, this is..."

Bai Zhun's voice was ignorant, as if he was dozing off again: "This money is for you to clear up and down. Go to the prison and learn your master's magic skills."

When Sanye Han was young, he competed for the position of the head of the three sects with his amazing skills. I'm afraid he never thought that the world would be changed after decades.

"My brother is innocent! They will take him as the blame!"

Bai Zhun was annoyed: "Whether he is innocent or not, tell your master."

It's natural to see him after he dies, maybe Han San is waiting for this unscrupulous apprentice down there.

Liu Er was speechless, the master treats the senior sister as the jewel in his palm, and loves him very much, if the old man is still there, how can he allow the apprentice to treat his daughter like this?

Liu Er's complexion turned pale. At this point, Bai Zhun would not be able to help. He held half a bag of silver dollars and kowtowed to Bai Zhun three more times: "Thank you Qi Ye for your guidance."

Axiu escorted him to the door, and the policeman arrived by chance. After interrogating him, Axiu testified that Liu Er was not a villain, so he let him go.

Bai Zhun has a bad temper and a delicate body. When he fell asleep and was woken up, he tossed and turned angrily: "I want a beauty, I want a stunt, I don't know how much my life weighs."

The room was full of paper figurines, and there was no sound.

Bai Zhun felt bored again, wrapped up in his brocade quilt, and fell asleep in his cage.

When he closed his eyes, he sank into a dream, and there was an altar in front of his eyes, on which the golden body of the City God was enshrined.

When he was awake, his legs and feet were inconvenient, but in his dream he could walk without hindrance. He walked to the altar, took three sticks of incense, and respectfully lit the incense to worship the gods.

A wisp of cigarette rose, and a piece of yellow paper appeared out of nowhere on the stage, Bai Zhun took it with both hands, and took a look in his hand, it was Zhang Chenghuang's guide to pass the customs.

Whenever a dead person goes to the underworld, he must have a guide, stating his name, life and funeral objects.Buddhism has Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, Taoism has Fengdu Emperor, and the one in Bai Zhun's hand is Chenghuang Luyin.

Wang Qiufang, aged 22, was buried with a silk nightgown and two diamond earrings.

The city god issued a guide, but Wang Qiufang didn't go where she was supposed to go. The guide sent to Qimen was for Bai Zhun to arrest the female ghost.

With a solemn expression, Bai Zhun bowed to catch it, the altar gradually disappeared in his dream, he opened his eyes, it was not yet noon.

Ghosts roam the world, and they are the weakest at noon of the day.

Bai Zhun's forehead twitched lightly. He pulled himself together, took out a piece of yellow paper, and wrote Wang Qiufang's name and birth date on it.

Light another incense stick, light the yellow paper, and burn it in the furnace.The paper dust was blown up without wind, passed through the patio, and floated out.

Axiu had already opened the gate and waited. There was a rickshaw parked in front of the gate. No one in Yu Qingli saw how the car entered the alley. In a blink of an eye, the car had already parked by the gate of Bai's house.

The driver pulling the cart picked up Bai Zhun and put him on the car seat. Axiu held up the oil-paper umbrella and sat next to Bai Zhun. The wheels scraped the brick floor and quickly left the alley.

The coachman and the cart were naturally made of paper, and controlled by Bai Zhun's will, they followed the shreds of tobacco all the way to the gate of Licha Hotel.

Bai Zhun frowned, "Qiu Fang is an osmanthus, is this osmanthus that osmanthus?"

As soon as he entered the lobby of the hotel, Bai Zhun could smell a faint smell of blood, and the shredded tobacco floated inward, leading him all the way to the coffee shop in the hotel.

The wisp of tobacco was ethereal, and finally landed on the shoulder of a young man, Wang Qiufang looked for him after his death.

The man turned his back to Bai Zhun, and Bai Zhun's wheelchair was moving forward, and he heard him speak before he got close.

"I don't know if he killed or not. Anyway, I didn't kill anyone."

Huo Zhenye stretched his legs, leaned back on the sofa, picked up the coffee brought by the waiter, and took a deep breath to refresh himself.

After the death of Jin Dangui, he could always smell the vague smell of blood, so he pressed it with this coffee aroma.

A policeman sat on the sofa opposite him, earnestly said: "Seventh Young Master, think about it carefully, what happened that night? Was it Liu Dawei who killed someone for love?"

Huo Zhenye sneered in his eyes, but he opened his mouth with a cynical laugh: "I don't know them at all."

If you don't know him, how can you be in his room?The patrolman only dared to think about it in his heart, the higher-ups had explained everything, so he had to be very polite to this Seventh Young Master.

He just slandered, but Huo Zhenye was born with a pair of poisonous eyes, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "Have the servants in the guest room checked it? Is there anyone else besides my room when sending "flowers" to the door like this? The wine test in the guest room Have you been?"

Everyone in the coffee shop is well-dressed, but he is wearing a crumpled suit, his shirt collar is loose, a few strands of hair are hanging on his forehead, he is born with a pair of peach blossom eyes, and the corners of his lips are twitched like a smile, which is quite romantic. .

They really haven't checked how many beautiful women from Huaguo entered the room of the son and buddy that night.

"Yes, yes, we are already investigating." After finishing speaking, he persuaded, "Qi Shao, your brother called the General Administration yesterday, if you think about it carefully, we can close the case, right, don't delay Your happy event."

The smile on the corner of Huo Zhenye's mouth disappeared, he only felt that the blood in his nose was heavier, he picked up the cup, trying to suppress the smell.

As soon as he picked up the cup, he felt that someone was watching him, and he looked back at Bai Zhun.

Bai Zhun's pupils shrank, he didn't expect that they would meet again.

Huo Zhenye stared at Bai Zhun, feeling that he had seen the person in front of him before, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him.

Their eyes met, it was Bai Zhun who moved first, and his wheelchair rolled in front of Huo Zhenye.

Huo Zhenye waved to the policeman, signaling him to leave. The policeman didn't ask for a statement, and he didn't dare to offend Mr. Huo Qi, so he walked out of the coffee shop dejectedly.

Huo Zhenye's gaze was fixed on Bai Zhun: "Who are you?"

Bai Zhun's face didn't change, and he was angry in his heart. He recognized him at a glance, but he didn't remember him!

Huo Zhenye saw that the person in front of him was angry, but he didn't know why he was angry. He thought he should know Bai Zhun: "Have we met?"

Instead of answering his question, Bai Zhun took out an envelope and put it on the coffee table: "Press it under the pillow, and she won't come to you again."

Since I don't remember, there is no need to meet again.

Bai Zhun didn't care whether Huo Zhenye killed someone, whether Wang Qiufang was a golden dangui, as long as Wang Qiufang was sent to where she should go, the deal would be done.

For Qimen, this is a business. People do business with people, and Qimen does business with gods and ghosts.

Huo Zhenye's eyebrows twitched. He did have a dream last night, but he never believed in ghosts and gods. He speculated that someone had drugged him.

Drugs that affect the nervous system and cause hallucinations.

Bai Zhun bumped into him just like that, which made him feel familiar again, and he became the number one suspect.

"I don't do anything wrong in my life, and I'm not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night." Huo Zhenye was smiling, and his thoughts turned like electricity. He was sure that he had met Bai Zhun, and felt that this was a trap, and wanted to find out who set it up for him. This game.

Huo Zhenye had just returned from England, and the old man seemed to have finally remembered that he still had this son, and arranged a blind date for him before he caused any scandal in Shanghai.

As soon as Huo Zhenye entered the private room of the hotel, he knew that he was being tricked by the old man, so he immediately put on the appearance of a playboy and a playboy.

Miss Tao asked him about his experience in England.

He just talked about eating, drinking, where to make suits, how to race horses and how to hunt deer.

When Ms. Tao chatted with him in English, he pretended to be a fool and pointed at the deer.

But Miss Tao's family still fell in love with him, so Huo Zhenye got mixed up in the beauty pageant of Queen Huaguo, and spent a lot of money to support Miss Dance.

Throwing thousands of oceans on this body today, and changing it to another one tomorrow, there was a lot of trouble, and old man Huo was so angry that he called him personally to scold him.

Unexpectedly, the Tao family still didn't give up, so he simply made a bigger fuss, letting out rumors that he was fascinated by Miss Wu.

As long as the Tao family wants to have some face, they should try their best to separate the relationship. After this time, the old man will never think about it again.

The twelve beauties from Huaguo held a banquet at the Licha Hotel, and of course Huo Zhenye had to be there, and let the reporters take a few photos before making a news report.

He has always been good at drinking, and that night he was drunk after only one drink, and he fell asleep on the sofa in his room and fell unconscious.

When he woke up the next day, Jin Dangui died naked on the bed in his room. His death was horrific, his eyes were gouged out, the taffeta sheets were soaked in blood, and the room was full of blood.

The room attendant who came to deliver breakfast smelled blood, and the screams woke Huo Zhenye up.

Huo Zhenye was still calm, but Liu Da and Jin Dangui lay on the same bed and slept with a female corpse all night.

This kind of bizarre and erotic murder case was full of troubles the next day. It was said that there were three people on the same bed, and there were also those who killed people out of jealousy. Reporters from various tabloids went to the restaurant like a honey bee.

Huo Zhenye folded his hands, wanting to see what Bai Zhun would do next.

Bai Zhun gritted his teeth slightly, it's really hard to change one's nature, the troublesome spirit is still the same troublesome spirit.

Huo Zhenye raised his eyebrows, he seemed to be out of words.

Bai Zhun thought to himself, or else just let the female ghost claim his life.

The author has something to say: I advise you to listen to your husband