Bend that ghost

Standing at the door of the bedroom, Wen Zhijiang suddenly stopped in his tracks, frowning slightly, he could hear the chattering voices inside through a door, it seemed that there were quite a few people, and they seemed to be arguing about something.

Where did so many ghosts come from in Lu Li's room?Wen Zhijiang stood at the door and hesitated for a moment, and after a while, he raised his lips invisibly. He found that he was the center of these ghosts' arguments, which was interesting.

A slightly hoarse and gloomy voice said: "He has never practiced Yinshan method, why should we recognize him as the young master?"

Someone echoed, "Yes! The Wen family has collapsed and Yinshan is gone, so why should we be obedient?!"

Wen Zhijiang helped Fu's forehead, and he didn't know if other sects were so poor, they didn't have much money, but they had a lot of troubles.

"Heh..." A low, cold laugh sounded out suddenly, and the chattering arguments stopped suddenly. Although there was only a chuckle, Wen Zhijiang was very familiar with that deep and magnetic voice, it was Lu Li.

Lu Li lowered his voice, and asked word by word: "Who told you..." After a slight pause, his voice rose sharply, with murderous intent: "The Wen family has fallen? Huh?"

The sudden aura of indifference and sternness was still silent.

Lu Li hung his shoulders and legs under the bed, his eyes were icy cold, his handsome brows were full of cruelty, and he pursed his lips fiercely: "I tell you, if you are alive, you will protect Wen Zhijiang for a day. If you have the courage, you will die. I will fulfill you too!"

When Wen Zhijiang came in, he saw seven or eight translucent figures piled up in the room, being unilaterally abused by Lu Li.

An elegant and handsome man walked in through the wall. He wore a linen sweater and a pair of pure black trousers. Even though he was dressed casually, he still looked cool and rigorous. With a cold light, the thin lips parted slightly, and said coldly: "Troubleshooting?"

All the ghosts looked at each other, didn't they say that the new young master of Yinshan is an ordinary person who has never practiced Dharma?This aura is not quite like it.

How did they know that although Wen Zhijiang and He had never practiced the Dharma, they were not ordinary ghosts, and even ghosts could hurt people. If death was considered a starting line, then Wen Zhijiang had definitely won at the starting line.

Seeing that the ghosts were intimidated by Wen Zhijiang's aura, Lu Li sneered in his heart. If he hadn't been injured, the young master's yin aura stronger than that of evil ghosts would have scared these bastards to death.

"Are you all old ghosts in this area? They have been dead for a hundred or eight years." Lu Li found out a pack of cigarettes from nowhere, and took out one slowly, probably because he didn't have a lighter, so he simply Clamping it with his hands, he sneered and said: "It's not easy after so many years, you have to keep your eyes bright. The old man is dead, but Wen's family still has relatives."

Everyone's complexion changed, obviously thinking of something, a middle-aged man in a black suit immediately said: "We are reckless in today's matter, and I hope Master Wen will forgive me." He bowed to Wen Zhijiang, standard ninety With a very respectful attitude, he turned to Lu Li and said, "Mr. Lu, forgive me."

Lu Li raised his eyebrows, and looked at the man like a gangster, with a playful look on his face, and chuckled, "He knows the rules."

Obviously he put Wen Zhijiang ahead of himself, and apologized to Wen Zhijiang first, which is also a kind of respect.

The rest of the ghosts exchanged glances with each other, as if they were afraid of something, they all lost their arrogance and apologized obediently.

Wen Zhijiang obviously noticed this too. He didn't think these guys changed their attitudes entirely because of him. The change in their attitudes... seemed to start when Lu Li mentioned his relatives.

He took a closer look at this young man who took the lead and kept his head low. He should have been in his 30s when he died. Wearing a suit, he really looked like a successful professional.

After sizing up, Wen Zhijiang retracted his gaze without any trace, and said four words lightly: "There will be no next time."

"Yes, yes, yes." The man answered again and again. If it wasn't because ghosts can't sweat, he would probably be dripping with cold sweat by now.

Seeing that the beating was over, Lu Li didn't bother to deal with these ghosts, so he said directly, "It's all right, don't stick around here, just get out if you have nothing to say."

When all the ghosts heard the order to chase away guests, who would stay?Scrambling to go straight through the wall.

Wen Zhijiang pointed to the middle-aged man in a black suit and said, "You stay."

The ghost who was named stiffened immediately, standing where he was and walking or not. The ghosts around gave him a very sympathetic look, and then decisively slipped away.

Dead friends don't die poor people, those who remain are fools.

When the ghost was gone, Wen Zhijiang sat next to Lu Li, looked at the man who was frozen like a sculpture, and said with a twitch, "Don't be nervous, I just want to ask you something."

As soon as this remark came out, the man immediately breathed a sigh of relief as if he had been pardoned, and then put on a flattering smile, and said: "That's it, well, you can ask, Young Master Wen, and I will know everything. "

Wen Zhijiang closed his eyes and said casually: "How long have you been dead?"

The man's face froze, and a substantive cold gaze swept over him, and the man immediately said as if he had reported himself to check his household registration: "My lord, Song Lin, how long has he been dead... I can't remember too clearly. Over 700 years."

Lu Li gave him a satisfied look of 'you're so funny', and then looked away.

Song Lin sighed secretly in his heart, please don't even ask the pen fairy how he died and when and how long he died, why did this Young Master Wen just poke at the restricted area when he came up?

Wen Zhijiang didn't know that Song Lin was sad, but he noticed Lu Li's action and frowned. He didn't understand what he said wrong, but he looked at his suit in surprise. It shouldn't have been worn more than 700 years ago. suit?

Song Lin saw Wen Zhijiang's slightly puzzled and astonished expression, and said with a smile: "Hey, isn't this in line with the times? It's in line with the times. It is said that there is a whole production line for Meng Po soup in the underworld."

"..." Wen Zhi Jiang Moran, that's really advanced.

Wen Zhijiang, who was not interested in Mengpo soup or the production line, simply continued, "You've been here all this time?"

Song Lin pondered for a while, nodded and said, "Yes, I have been here for more than thirty years."

"Then do you know anything about the Jiang family?" Wen Zhijiang asked, since he is a local ghost, he should know something about the local family.

Just mentioning the Wen family, Song Lin had a flattering smile on his face with a little disdain, and said: "There are some, this Jiang family, all the ghosts in our area know, not only know, some ghosts have compiled a novel... Sales are pretty good."

"..." It turns out that the world of ghosts is so colorful, and there are still people who write novels. Wen Zhijiang is quite emotional. Sure enough, gossip is not limited to men and women, even ghosts gossip like this, and said: "Then tell me." , what happened to the second young master of the Jiang family."

Song Lin immediately replied: "Okay!"

He was quite excited between the words, if he held a piece of Xingmu in his hand, he would have the demeanor of an ancient storyteller.