There was a mixture of two auras on the driver's face.
The gray and white air of disease and the dark air of death.
The former was terminally ill and had to say goodbye for a hundred days.
The latter indicates that disaster will occur a quarter of an hour later.
Of course, this is the perspective of a fortune teller.
Ordinary people can also detect the third kind of aura, hostility.
"Life is not easy, maybe you have a terminal illness."
Long Xiaoye asked seemingly casually.
The driver was surprised and turned around and asked: "You, how did you know?"
"It says it on the face!" Long Xiaoye snorted, "It could have lasted for a while, but you plan to seek death on your own initiative and take yourself with you, which is unethical."
"What nonsense!"
The driver looked panicked and the steering wheel was disrupted.
"You can't kill me, but your death will be in vain and you won't get a penny."
Long Xiaoye pointed it out directly and patted the door lock seemingly casually.
The instrument panel immediately displayed that the door lock was faulty and the passenger door could be opened at will.
I met an expert!
The driver sighed helplessly, rubbed his face with one hand, twisted his features into a bitter look, and said harshly: "Anyway, I didn't hurt you, and you can't do anything to me. Get out of the car!"
"If you kicked the passengers off the bus before reaching the destination, I will definitely file a complaint against you." Long Xiaoye disagreed.
"In the end what you want?"
"Nothing, just send me there and the matter is over. Thank your old mother. It means you still have some filial piety towards her."
It touched the driver's inner fragility, and tears of regret burst into his eyes.
"Brother, I, I was wrong, I shouldn't have thought of harming you. My old mother needs medical treatment, and my children also need school fees. I want to leave them some money. You don't know the suffering of people without money..."
None of these are reasons to kill.
Long Xiaoye waved his hand to interrupt and asked: "Who ordered you?"
The driver didn't hide anything and told everything.
Hei, a member of society, sent a photo and picked up this young man in front of the bathing center to cause trouble. He could give him a pension of two million.
The first choice for car accidents is to hit a big truck head-on.
Old Hei's boss is Master Wei Mingwei, a person who cannot be offended.
Long Xiaoye scolded Wei Ming, the son of a bitch, for being so eager to take revenge on Brother Xiaoye.
You should have thrown him far away just now and broken all the bones in his body.
"What an asshole I am!"
The driver slapped himself several times with one hand, tears streaming down his face.
"Since you have repented, take the time to go to the Tianji Pavilion in the bathing center to find this master. Maybe you can live longer. By the way, the entry fee is 100,000."
"Thank you. Let's see. It depends on the situation."
The driver nodded perfunctorily, "One hundred thousand dollars, it's better to die..."
After giving up the thought of dying with Long Xiaoye, the dark energy on the driver's face also dissipated.
The desire to harm others is gone, and the anger is gone.
Half an hour later, the taxi entered Tongtian Street.
The name of the street is very loud, but in fact it is very desolate.
On both sides of the road, rows of abandoned factory buildings are a paradise for rats and mosquitoes.
No. 8 Tongtian Street is an independent courtyard house with a flat brick roof and old wooden doors.
Apart from the house number, there are no signs.
Long Xiaoye got out of the car, and the driver turned around and drove away without asking for fare.
Long Xiaoye gently knocked on the door knocker and shouted: "Senior Yehe? Senior, are you at home?"
There were footsteps, and a girl with short hair opened the courtyard door.
She is tall and has a top-notch body shape, comparable to a supermodel among supermodels.
But his appearance is far from satisfactory, with small eyes, thick lips, and two translucent ears.
The cheekbones are also covered with freckles, making her complexion look particularly dull.
Disguise!
To the extreme!
Someone changed this face!
Long Xiaozhi was so shocked that even if he opened his spiritual eyes, he could not see the girl's true appearance.
"welcome."
The girl is ugly, but her voice is as soft and sweet as a mountain spring, and she makes polite bending gestures.
"Good work!"
Long Xiaoye held his hands behind his back and followed the girl into the big house opposite.
In the antique hall, there is an octagonal wooden table and two Taishi chairs.
Apart from that, there is nothing else.
An old man dressed in black, tall and thin with a short beard, is sitting on a chair, seemingly leisurely sipping fragrant tea.
It was Old Man Yehe.
The pupils are dark gray, blind!
There was no vision at all, not even a hint of light could be felt.
Long Xiaoye knew that this expert's hearing had already reached an extremely high level.
Not only can you hear sounds and identify objects, but you can also distinguish the shape and size of objects down to the smallest details.
Ears are eyes!
"Senior, I finally found you!"
Long Xiaoye stepped forward and bowed to salute.
"In Xiaoye, Halong, I am the only disciple of Taoist Master Faxuan."
"God's will!"
Old Man Yehe took a deep breath and said, "Sit down. Your master came here not long ago."
"Seniors travel all over the world, so it is difficult to meet them."
"No, I'm just at home, I didn't open the courtyard door."
"Why?"
snort……
There was a cold air coming from his nose, and the old man Yehe said with disdain: "You can smell the smell of flowers, streets and willows alleys through the wall. My nose really can't stand it."
Hehe, my sense of smell is still very sensitive.
With the picture before his eyes, the master was so ashamed and angry that he brandished his sword and committed suicide.
Okay, that's pure fantasy.
Since he was a child, his master has taught himself that the most useless thing in the world is face, and his face is so thick that it is impeccable.
"Senior, you are a know-it-all in the world, and you have a good ear. We want to understand the past of Tianxuan Sect, how it went from a prosperous sect to a place hiding in the mountains and forests, with only one master, one disciple and one fox left."
"You want revenge?"
Old Man Yehe's expression gradually became serious.
"If there is a blood feud, as the successor, I have to avenge it." Long Xiaoye said loudly.
Old Yehe nodded and suddenly asked: "My little friend, if I help you, what will you give me in return?"
It’s easy to handle if conditions permit!
Long Xiaoye puffed up his chest confidently: "Whatever you want, as long as you have it, I will find it. It's best not to mention money. It's too easy and there is no challenge."
"I'm going to a place where you can take care of Su Xia for a year and ensure that she is free from illness and disaster."
Old Yehe pointed at the freckled girl.
The name is good and very artistic.
However, the face after the disguise will tear out Brother Xiaoye’s ordinary heart...
"Unwilling? Then please come back!"
Old Yehe's face instantly darkened, and he issued an order to expel the guests.
"No, no, senior, don't get me wrong. Your place is too deserted, and I don't want to come here often. How can I take care of Su Xia?"
Long Xiaoye made an excuse.
"Just take it away."
Old Man Yehe disagreed and praised again, "My little friend, your aura is quite unique. You will definitely make great achievements in the future."
The conversation between the two fell into Su Xia's ears.
She looked calm and made no objection, with a faint smile on her lips.
All right!
A year goes by quickly!
Long Xiaoye made up his mind: "I promise, senior, that as long as I am here, I will never treat Su Xia badly."
"I know you are capable and cannot change Su Xia's appearance. This is to protect her." Old Man Yehe reminded.
"Hehe, I'm used to it, it's the same."
Long Xiaoye scratched the back of his head. He had really thought about it just now, wanting to break the disguise technique and see Su Xia's true appearance.
The conditions are negotiated.
Only then did the old man Yehe put his hand into his lapel, took out a yellowed booklet, and handed it to Long Xiaoye.