That devil is not easy to mess with

After feeling the difference between the other party, the master Ximen told Yun Qingxuan the truth for the first time. The latter thought for a while and didn't ask any more questions, but told the master Ximen to wait and see what happened.

He also wanted to find out why the people in Shanghai knew about the existence of his small shop, and even the people in this city didn't know much about it.A few acquaintances and customers who have been here quickly skipped in my mind. The most likely relationship is Mark's relationship, and the other party will know the existence of this small shop.

However, the dream about the old man is the most important thing at the moment. I haven't explained the dreams to others recently, and I feel an inexplicable sense of excitement.

Wiping his tears, the old man recalled the dreams he had recently. The dreams he had were all the same. Of course, it was not difficult for him to interpret dreams with Yun Qingxuan's ability.

After communicating with the master Ximen, Yun Qingxuan lighted the sandalwood slices. It seemed that the old man was not just dreaming. His seal turned black, indicating that he had encountered something unsatisfactory recently.

After lighting the sandalwood chips, a faint scent of sandalwood lingered in the house. The old man said, "It smells a bit strange, but it makes me feel very comfortable after smelling it."

Yun Qingxuan did not talk about the blackening of his Yintang, but said to him: "This incense is good for you, can I talk about your dreams now? I may ask you for relevant information after listening to it, and I may need you cooperation."

The old man said: "There is no problem." The old man began to recall his dream: "My son left the year before last. He was seriously ill. There is really no way for us to treat his illness. In the end, everyone with white hair gave him a black man. Faren. After he left, I have never had a dream about him, but recently I don’t know why, I dream about him every day when he is sick, and every time he looks at me with strange eyes, he He seems to want to tell me something, but I can't hear it, I can't lip-talk, and I don't know what he's talking about, and every time I wake up from my dream after he finishes speaking."

From the dream mirror that the old man said, Yun Qingxuan probably knew the specific content, he asked: "You dreamed that your son was seriously ill, and he seemed to have something important to tell you, but you couldn't hear it, did you?"

The old man nodded: "Yes, after I told this to an old friend of mine, his grandson told me that there is a dream interpreter in Vatican City, who is very accurate, so I hope you can help me find out What should I do, for my son, I am always very guilty, he left too early, he is very filial, but unfortunately he did not live long."

Hence the name Siyi, Fangang City is the city where Yun Qingxuan lives now, it is neither too far nor too close to the Demon City, it takes only 10 minutes to use the magic teleportation array, of course, without using the magic teleportation array, just take a carriage That would be a two hour journey.

Yun Qingxuan asked the old man when he was born. He has studied the time in this world, and it is not difficult to correspond.

His eating tools are a few copper coins. There are no copper coins, but copper coins are acceptable. This does not affect his calculation. The copper coins are spit out from the turtle shell and lined up. After counting with his fingers, he has a rough idea.

It was the first time for the old gentleman to see such a spell. It was not similar to magic. Magic needed a magic wand. This alternative magic surprised him a bit. Thinking that it was dream interpretation, he didn’t ask much. When it was time, he tactfully did not speak.

After finishing the action, Yun Qingxuan said to the old gentleman: "Sir, according to your dream and your birthday calculation, you may end up with troubles, and this matter is a bit troublesome for ordinary people, but also for magicians. It takes a hard fight."

The trouble is that Yun Qingxuan didn't specify that these are the guests' affairs, and it's not good for him to participate too much.

The old man has been struggling in his own battlefield for many years, and he can recognize the truth and falsehood of Yun Qingxuan's words. It is possible that he has really encountered trouble recently, because he offended someone before that.He saw the master's ability, but he still asked: "Master, do you know what my son wants to say to me?"

Yun Qingxuan said: "It should be to let you be careful."

After speaking, Yun Qingxuan stood up and took out three incense sticks from the multi-compartment drawer next to him and said to the old man: "After you go back, light them in front of your son's tomb, tell him that you already know his mind, and let him have a good time." Go to reincarnation and start a new life, good people will eventually be rewarded."

The old man nodded: "Thank you, master. Can you really help me solve my troubles?"

Yun Qingxuan touched his nose and said coldly: "I can help you to look, but it may not be able to solve it, my ability is limited."

In fact, Yun Qingxuan knew very well that the old man would be haunted by ghosts at night, otherwise his son who was about to be reincarnated would not have come back to help him fend off those ghosts. Someone must have released those ghosts on purpose, and there seemed to be evil ghosts among them.

He didn't dare to speak big words. Although his mana is still there, it is still a question of whether he can resist it because of his physical constitution. But at this time he thought of the owner of Ximen, maybe the owner can help.

With Yun Qingxuan's words, the old man seemed to relax a bit, but he knew that the backer of that person was very powerful, and if he wanted to break himself, he would start with his descendants, but he was not so easily broken.

The old gentleman said, "Master, may I trouble you to come to my house?"

Yun Qingxuan said: "Yes, yes, but I don't have time recently, I need to spend some time and money to buy those things in your house."

The old man was a little surprised: "Is there something in my house? What is it?"

Yun Qingxuan said: "Ghost."

The old gentleman paused, then said: "Is it the necromancer's fault?"

Yun Qingxuan shook his head: "Sorry, it's not clear yet, anyway, you are haunted by ghosts now."

It seems that there are still people who control ghosts in this world, and he would like to be able to, and the inexplicable excitement appeared again. The recent life seems to be very challenging, and he is tired but does not want to stop.

The old man discussed with Yun Qingxuan when to come to solve his family's affairs, he was very worried about the danger of his family.

After seeing the old gentleman asked his grandson to take out a bag of gold coins, Yun Qingxuan said that he could come to the door soon, and also gave the old gentleman an amulet, one for each of the two grandsons.

After watching the old gentleman get into the carriage, the owner of Ximen Villa stood beside Yun Qingxuan holding his sword and said, "You are like a magic stick."

Yun Qingxuan said: "Thank you for the compliment. The magic stick is also a profession, don't forget you were also rescued by me."

Ximen Chuuxue: "..." He was rescued by a magic stick, there is nothing wrong with that, "Are you really going?"

Yun Qingxuan said: "Of course, I don't think it's too much money."

Ximen Chuuxue: "A money fan."

Yun Qingxuan shrugged. What he needs most to open a store now is capital, and this money is not a small income.

After returning to the small shop, Yun Qingxuan found Mark who taught etiquette to the employees, and told him about the old man.

Mark asked, "You mean old Mr. Weir came to you?" He rubbed his chest.

Yun Qingxuan asked him: "Why is it uncomfortable?"

Mark pulled him into a chair and sat down, and said, "Do you know the snobbery of Mr. Weir's family?"

Yun Qingxuan frowned: "Let's talk about Mr. Weir's family later, first you tell me how to expand my store address to such a faraway city."

Mark was embarrassed: "Well, after I came back from the Great Demon Forest, I told Fake, who went to your store with me before, that the dreams you interpreted were very effective, and then you know that Fake is good, but his mouth is weak. If he can't keep it, he probably told other friends or family members about it, well, Farke's grandfather has a good friendship with Mr. Weir."

That is to say, Yun Qingxuan got shit luck invisibly, and Mark and Farke advertised him for free.

Moreover, even if Mr. Weir comes here in a low-key manner, sharp-eyed people will definitely know, so Yun Qingxuan's small shop will definitely be idle in the near future, and many people may patronize it. It seems that his small shop plan will be advanced again .

Yundi is too busy now, so the small shop naturally needs someone to take care of it, but fortunately, after the implementation of the new regulations for the milk tea shop, the candidates have already taken up their positions and started their work, and they have performed well. The monthly performance appraisal All up to standard.

What I have to say is that the milk tea shop system has caused waves and reform trends in the major restaurants in Vatican City. Recently, many people have been poaching people from the milk tea shops, and there are more and more customers. Yun Qingxuan seems to want to open again. The branch has opened, but he plans to start thinking about it after the massage shop is on the right track. The milk tea shop is his first shop, and the foundation must be stable.

With mental preparation, Yun Qingxuan also started to move.

Yundi is responsible for taking care of the milk tea shop and starting the decoration of the new shop. She is almost overwhelmed, and she has lost a lot of weight. Mark feels distressed when she sees it.

Hey, why does Mark feel distressed when he looks at it...

Yun Qingxuan decided to find manpower for his little Dream Interpretation Shop. This time, he still wanted to buy slaves, but the ones he bought were male slaves. There were too many female slaves, and there was a bit of an imbalance between men and women.

However, this time he was forced to stop halfway before reaching the auction site.

Yun Qingxuan, who was playing chess with Ximen Chuuxue in the carriage, asked the driver: "What's going on?"

The coachman replied: "Master Yun, there is a beating incident ahead."

Yun Qingxuan asked again: "Can I make a detour?"

The coachman replied: "It takes an extra hour to wait for the detour, oops..."

Yun Qingxuan came out of the carriage: "What's wrong?"

The coachman pointed to his feet: "This kid fell under our carriage."

Yun Qingxuan looked at the men with vicious looks, the boy was lying in a pool of blood like this, should he be saved or not?

Ximen Chuuxue had an attitude of nothing to do with himself, and obviously didn't want to interfere, but they couldn't move forward now.

Therefore, Yun Qingxuan had no choice but to ask the person opposite: "Is he your slave?"

One of the vicious men holding a long stick spat and said, "Yes, this kid stole our Patriarch's wallet, and he must be killed today!"

Yun Qingxuan suddenly felt compassion, got out of the car and checked the boy's breath, and when he was still angry, the boy suddenly closed his eyes, his clear eyes seemed to be able to speak, he suddenly hugged Yun Qingxuan: "Brother, help me, I didn't steal the wallet, really!"

The poor child patted the child on the head, and said to those few people: "Since I am a slave, can I buy the slave contract?"

Several people's attitudes changed immediately: "If you want to buy him, yes, hardware."

Yun Qingxuan who just got a sum of money said in his heart: It's really cheap.

Therefore, paying the money with one hand and delivering the goods with the other hand, it seems that the housekeeper's housekeeper keeps the slave contract in his arms every day, otherwise how could he buy someone so quickly.

After helping the boy into the carriage, Yun Qingxuan didn't have the heart to continue going to the slave market and went home directly.

Along the way, the boy hugged Yun Qingxuan's waist tightly, and then quietly rubbed his face.

Don't think Yun Qingxuan didn't see it!

If it weren't for the fact that he is now an injured person, Yun Qingxuan would have kicked the boy out of the car long ago.

Therefore, Yun Qingxuan kept his face dark, and he shouldn't be showing his sideways thoughts today.

Ximen Chuuxue said that seeing is not seeing.

……

After the carriage turned back, several ferocious men suddenly turned into four majestic guards of the magic palace.

Guard A: "We sold Your Majesty."

Guard B: "We even beat His Majesty."

Guard C: "I wish Your Majesty happiness."

Guard D: "...I see that His Majesty enjoys it when he gets in the car."

Everyone: "..."