Chapter 622: Qingwuxu

Chen Zhengcong calmed down. He found the mobile phone from the sofa and dialed a shortcut number.
About ten seconds of blind phone calls, a hoarse voice came from the phone.
"I didn't say it. I will contact you by email in the future. Don't call me? What the are you doing?"
"What the are you doing! There is something wrong with what you sell to me. It almost killed me!"
"Huh?" Instead of rushing to clear the relationship, he said calmly, "Don't worry, you speak slowly."
It took Chen Zhengcong about a minute to make the story clear.
The other party was silent for a while before answering: "The thing I gave you is genuine, and the Yang Baojin you are threatening has an expert around him."
"Impossible! I don't know anyone around Yang Baojin. No mistakes will be made."
"Since I dare to speak, I can be sure. But since I have collected your money, there is no reason not to help you, so please, you bring a million to the cold warehouse of Pugang Road to find me, I will borrow the worst evil Here you are, guaranteed to help you clean up. "
After thinking about it, Chen Zhengcong had no choice but to think of other ideas at the moment. He had to grit his teeth and promise: "I'll go. You'll wait for me in the cold warehouse."
"it is good."
Chen Zhengcong hung up the phone, took out a pile of gold Hong Kong dollars from the safe, filled a full pocket, then took the money to the basement to drive out of his car, and hurried to the cold warehouse of Pogang Road .

Yongfa Garden, Block B, Level 3, 304.
"Cough! Don't knock! What time is it now? It's not open yet! Tomorrow, cough, come back tomorrow."
Ma Zhijiang's raw bones are thin, his eye sockets are deep, especially the old problems of lung and asthma. People who are only in their thirties, they ca n’t stretch their waists by climbing several stairs. , Life is very downcast.
The door opened, across the iron fence, with wrinkles on his face, Qian Wu, who was called Wu Shu, and Ma Zhijiang were facing each other.
"I didn't open it. Come back at nine tomorrow morning."
The horse carpenter said angrily.
Uncle Wu was unmoved: "There is an urgent matter to do a paper tie, please open the door."
"I told you to come tomorrow at nine!"
When the horse-paper craftsman finished speaking, he would close the door. Unexpectedly, Qian Wuyi grabbed the door panel and looked like a thin palm, but it was hard to shake like a soldering iron.
"What are you doing, I call the police ..."
The horse-paper craftsman hadn't finished speaking, and the sky was turning in circles, his consciousness was blurred, and he collapsed on the ground and passed out. Taking him as the center, a pale black compass pattern suddenly appeared on the ground. Inside was the gossip and sky stem rotating clockwise, and the ground branches and twenty-four solar terms rotating counterclockwise on the outside.
"Yin Shen's birthday is at the time of birth, at noon when the month is at noon, and when Chen Wu is not at the end of the month, your life is violent. Once you are close to the funeral, it is easy to provoke the disease. This is why you have been sick since childhood. I took away the evil in your life today for selfishness, but it can also be of help to you. I hope you don't blame me. "
The shape of a compass grid also appeared at the feet of Wushu, but the inside was empty. The two compasses met each other. In the end, the black compass reached Wushu's feet, and the papermaker was empty around him.

"Since ancient times in China, there has been the concept of astrology and destiny, that is, starting from the pillar of the Sun pillar, and then contacting the year, month, hour, or the Grand Canal and the fleeting year to determine the life of a person. Sizhu Shensha, the so-called Shensha, is a general term for Jishen and fierce evil.
"The gods of good fortune, such as Destiny, Yuede, Tianhe, Blessing, and National Seal. Canopy, etc., have benefited from the ages, and the wealthy and noble people often have the guardian of God of goodness. Xianchi, lonely widows, and lonely wives ... Those who commit wickedness often have fierce bodies. "
"The Jishen is fierce and obscure. Jishen can save people's lives, make people rich and noble, and fierce evil can cause death, and vice versa. The mystery is not clear in one sentence or two. The number of lives is two. It ’s like a river in the ocean, and sighs of hope. For thousands of years, someone can see a clue about it, which is already a great skill. As for wanting to change lives against the sky and take God for his own use, but delusional, I turned out to be I thought so ... "
Uncle Wu retracted his thoughts and pulled out an adult-shaped yellow rune paper from his pocket. He bit his own middle finger, worshiped with both hands, and uttered something in his mouth: "The number of festivals, Fazunziping, all the rage, Sanyang was born. , Five elements of Tibetan animals, Luozi in eight characters, sackcloth sackcloth, forged caves. "
Uncle Wu said, there was a black compass flowing under his feet, and the paper man in his hand wavered more and more. The blood was stained on the yellow paper, and he became a facial feature with grief.
Mai Yisha naturally attracts lonely wild ghosts, which is why it is easy to get sick in funerals. However, some people around Mai Yisha can rely on this destiny to communicate with the yin and yang, and communicate with the dead, such as " Ask Mi ".
"Dongsheng, who harmed you?"
Qian Wu asked sharply.
The facial features on the paper man became more and more distorted and painful, but the humming whistle was silent.
Uncle Wu frowned, and he asked, "Where is the person who hurt you?"
The paper man's facial features were much smoother this time, and Pei Dongsheng's voice was clearly heard in Wu's ear: "Underground warehouse in Pugang Road!"
As soon as the words fell, the paper man rose into the sky and burst into flames.
Uncle Wu walked out of the building of Yongfa Garden. There were no people on the street anymore. The parking on the asphalt road was disorderly. Only the billboards were shining.
"The cold storage ..."

"It is so easy to crack Liu Ersha. Is there such a number in Hong Kong?"
The talking man, dressed in a cold storage uniform, jumped off the huge ice cube.
"Yes, Chen Lang, the president of the Games, Mai Xiaoling of Mai's Cleaning Company, and Xu Shaoguang, a visiting professor at Zhuhai Academy, all three of them have a high degree of mastery. It's normal to have a leak. "
The man in uniform looked at the speaker with surprise: "It's rare that you have praise."
"I'm just talking about things, their gods are really good, but not enough to make me praise."
The speaker was wearing a blue and white striped sick suit, and he was holding a cut newspaper with only one message on it: "ZTE Baode International Auction Co., Ltd. will hold a charity auction on the 15th of next month. Articles include the manuscript of Lai Buyi's Qing Wu Xu. "
"Aconite, have you ever heard of" Blue Wuxu "?"
"Of course, God ’s relatives rely on commoners' cheats. Why, are you interested?"
"According to legend, when Lai Buyi's" The Blue Wuxu "was written, it was leaked by the White Ape, the messenger of the Emperor of South China, and later fell to the hands of a generation of famous minister Liu Bowen. Zhu Yuanzhang unified the Central Plains and expelled the Mongolians. I really want to see and see. "
"The deposit is 20 million."
The man said in surprise.
"If it's genuine, 20 million is not much."
The sick man responded with a smile. Suddenly, a short message came from his mobile phone. The sick man lowered his head to open the phone and said: "Bring the No. 4 ice coffin, and go now!"
"what happened?"
Aconite asked.
"The boss told us to leave immediately."
"What about the surname Chen? Besides, it's all ..."
The sick man immediately stood up: "Maybe he betrays us. You put No. 4 on the truck, and other things are gone. The boss said, go now!"
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