After the old man took the soul refining bag, he began to count the number of ghosts.
Goatbeard Wu Yan took advantage of him to count the numbers and chatted: "The Feng Shui world has been in turmoil recently. Those Feng Shui masters are all busy fighting for power and profit, and no one pays attention to me, so this time the efficiency is much higher than before. It's Yin Shaoli.
That brat hasn’t given up yet and has been tracing my whereabouts. The Yin family has fallen to this point, and it’s amazing that he still has the leisure to continue tracing me..."
The old man didn't have time to listen to his nonsense. He frowned after counting the ghosts.
"There are a few high-level ghosts and fierce ghosts." His tone seemed a little dissatisfied.
Wu Yan sneered, "Old man, please be satisfied. The ghosts and ghosts that are so eye-catching are all under the supervision of those Feng Shui masters, and I don't want to cause trouble for myself.
It's what I want, have you brought it?
When one day you can't get me what I want, you can find someone else to do this. I'm not your dog."
Wu Yan's temper is not good. If the old man didn't have many forbidden Feng Shui skills, each of which could poke his heart, he would not make a deal with this old man.xdw8
The old man slowly took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket and said calmly: "What is recorded on it is advanced soul-possessing techniques."
When Wu Yan heard this, he frowned dissatisfiedly, "I have already learned the art of soul-stirring, why are you using this thing to fool me again?"
"This time the Soul Conjuring Technique is different, you will understand after seeing it."
Wu Yan took the book and flipped through it dubiously. The more he looked at the back, the more excited he became, "Can it also capture the soul of a Feng Shui master? Wonderful, wonderful!"
He quickly folded the paper and put it in his pocket, eager to find a place to study it immediately.
"By the way, old man, the life-changing technique you taught me last time was broken by someone. You actually lied to me that no one can break it, scoff."
Wu Yan gave this example to try to bargain with him, "If the soul-stirring technique this time is not as powerful as I imagined, do you have to relax your requirements? One hundred ghosts will be reduced to eighty."
When the old man heard what he said in front of him, his face had already changed, and his voice became a little dull and cold after a layer of mask, "Someone broke it? How did it break?"
"It directly broke through the Yin-Yang Bagua formation that sealed my fate. It must have been some kind of formation."
The coldness in the old man's eyes became even more intense, and he immediately said: "You can do one more thing for me. After finishing this thing, the hundred ghosts I want next time can be reduced to seventy."
"Haha, the old man is quite good at business.
Tell me what it is, and if it's easy to handle, I'll agree to the deal. If it's more difficult, you'd better hire someone else."
"I want you to check the identity, relationship, etc. of the person who broke the formation this time. The more detailed the background of the other party, the better."
Wu Yan rolled his eyes, "That's it? Deal."
He helped the woman change the destiny of the eldest lady of the Bai family, so as long as she found out which Feng Shui master the eldest lady Bai had found, she could find the person who broke the formation.
This time, why did the shrewd old man become so stupid that he did this kind of loss-making business?
It only takes him a few days to find people, but to collect these thirty ghosts, they must be ghosts with resentment and evil spirits and some moral character, so it will take a month and a half at the fastest.
"Tell me immediately if you find out." The old man emphasized.
"I know." His tone was a little impatient.
The transaction was over, Goatbeard left, and the old man disappeared into the night with the hundred ghosts he got from the transaction.
As usual, the old man walked around a few times before returning to his home.
In the villa, the old nurse had just coaxed the demented old woman in the house to sleep. When she saw him come back, she smiled and reported: "My wife ate a lot of dinner today, and she seems to be more energetic than before. Mr. Mu's company
It’s still very useful.”
The old man hummed lightly, not paying attention to the woman she was talking about, "It's getting late, you should go to bed, I have to go to the study."
The nurse immediately understood when he said the word "study", which meant that she should not disturb him.
Over the years, even if the old gentleman did not come back often and there was a thick layer of dust in his study, no one was allowed to enter his study. He would do the cleaning work himself after coming back.
The old nurse shook her head and sighed.
This Mr. Mu is really a weird-tempered person.
Although he stayed these days, he didn't seem to care about his wife's condition, which gave the old carer the illusion that as long as his wife was alive, it didn't matter how she lived.
Or maybe, she is overthinking?
Mr. Mu entered the study alone and locked the door. No one knew what he was doing inside.
This is a large study room with several rows of bookshelves filled with densely packed books of many kinds.
The old man's eyes did not stay on these bookshelves for even a second. He walked directly to the innermost row of bookshelves, skillfully found one of the dictionaries, and then held down the dictionary and rotated it in a circle.
It turns out that this dictionary has another purpose, it is just a fake book for decoration!
The old man turned on some switch by turning it like this.
Mr. Mu walked behind the bookshelf and lifted a blanket in front, revealing a square passage.
There was a dim halo coming out from inside.
The old man walked in along the stairs of the passage.
Under the passage is a hidden basement.
Unlike all dark, cold, and damp basements, this one is decorated with precious stones all over the walls and is very beautifully decorated.
In addition to the gems, there are also two ever-burning lamps, which cast a warm glow over the entire basement.
The room was covered with a plush wool blanket, sprinkled with rose petals made of fabric, and in the center of the blanket, there was a transparent crystal coffin.
Talismans were drawn around the crystal coffin, as if to protect the coffin, and also to... imprison the coffin.
And inside this beautiful crystal coffin, there lies a woman wearing a light blue skirt.
The woman was very beautiful, with her long eyelashes gently tapping down, leaving two faint shadows on her eyelids.
His face was calm, and his flesh-pink lips seemed to be slightly raised. It was a very gentle and quiet arc, which made people unconsciously have a soft expression.
The woman lay quietly in the coffin, her face flushed like a normal human being, and she seemed to have just fallen asleep.
But the old man knew that this was just an illusion.
This woman never opened her eyes again after she closed them.
Mr. Mu opened the lid of the crystal coffin and looked at her closely.
"After all these years, why don't you want to open your eyes and take a look?"
"Forget it, it's okay to just keep sleeping like this. Look, I'm old, but you're still so young and as beautiful as the first time I saw you..."