Chapter 1310 Haunted House

"Old man, this mansion is so good, how can there be any problems, you can't talk nonsense!" The dark young man said with a sad face, seeing that the matter was about to be completed, a troublemaker suddenly jumped out, one can imagine his mood.

The old man sneered and said: "Hey, the old man is naturally not talking nonsense, but has a reason. According to the old man's observation and calculation, this is a haunted house, and whoever lives in it will die!"

"Impossible!" the dark youth screamed.

"What? If you're still not convinced, let me ask you, was the previous owner of this house killed?" the old man pressed.

"The world of comprehension is where the weak prey on the strong, killing people to seize treasures, being killed is only due to incompetence, what's so strange about it!" the swarthy young man retorted loudly.

"Let me ask you again, how did the previous owner of this mansion die? He also died violently!" The old man's face became more and more calm, as if he was convinced of the other party.

Hearing what the old man said, the dark young man's face became even more ugly: "It's just a coincidence, it has nothing to do with this mansion!"

The old man squinted at the other party, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "If you dare to quibble, then tell me, how did the three hundred and sixty-nine members of the family of the last owner of this mansion die?"

Hearing what the old man said, a trace of panic flashed in the dark young man's eyes: "It's been too long, I don't know."

"I'll tell you, the old man, the three hundred and sixty-nine members of that master's family were all beheaded by the court, and now even their souls are still imprisoned in Xingtian Pavilion."

"How do you know?" The dark-skinned youth blurted out.

The old man shook the broken flag triumphantly: "Look at what is written on it?"

"Heavenly secret!" The swarthy young man couldn't help but read out these four words.

"I know astronomy from the top, geography from the bottom, and 50,000 years from the past. Is there anything in this world that I don't know?" the old man said disdainfully.

Hearing what the old man said, the dark-skinned young man obviously showed disbelief.

"Hey, if you don't believe me, the old man will do a fortune-telling for you for free!" While speaking, the old man quickly pinched his seal, and after a while, he continued: "Hei boy, your current name is Wu Peng, but your real name is Wu Peng. But it's called Wu Yang, right?"

For a moment, the complexion of the dark young man became extremely frightening, because he had not used the name Wu Yang for hundreds of years, and almost no one in the entire imperial capital knew this name.

Before he could speak, the old man continued: "You lost your father at the age of three, your mother at the age of five, and became a little beggar at the age of six. After being with you for ten years, you were killed by someone, and you became a rootless duckweed again. You were worried that your master’s enemies would find you, so you changed your name to Wu Peng, and wandered the rivers and lakes for several years before coming to the imperial capital... Finally , became a buddy of the dentist, right?"

"Yes, you are so right!" Wu Yang stared at the old man dumbfounded, and subconsciously nodded.

"Then do you still doubt the old man?" the old man asked proudly.

Wu Yang looked at the old man with admiration on his face: "I don't doubt it, how dare the little one doubt the old man, by the way, old man, can you give the little one some guidance!"

"Hey, I'm afraid you won't be able to afford the price if I want this old man to guide you!" The old man waved his hand disapprovingly.

"Plop!"

Suddenly, Wu Yang knelt down in front of the old man, offered his storage spirit ring with both hands, and said excitedly: "Old Immortal, here is the villain's entire net worth, please give me some guidance for the villain's future!"

"Well, for the sake of your sincerity, the old man will give you some pointers!" The old man put away the storage spirit ring calmly, and then began to pinch and count again, and after a long while, he opened his mouth slowly. : "Hei boy, if you continue to stay in the imperial capital, then you will only be a dental assistant for the rest of your life. Your chance is in the south. If you leave the imperial capital and go south all the way, within a hundred years, your future is bound to be boundless! "

Hearing this, Wu Yang was overjoyed, and quickly kowtowed three times: "Thank you, old god, for your guidance, thank you, old god!"

"Get up!" The old man raised his hand.

"yes!"

Wu Yang took the order and got up.

"Hei boy, now tell me the lowest price of this mansion!" the old man looked at Song Yan proudly and asked.

"Returning to the old god, the price of this mansion is 23,000 yuan of top-quality spirit crystals, and the authority of the villain can be less than 500 yuan at most!" Wu Yang replied truthfully.

"How dare you sell a haunted house for more than 20,000 yuan?" The old man sneered, "If the old man hadn't been able to dispel the evil spirit in this haunted house, he would have turned his head and left a long time ago!"

Wu Yang didn't dare to refute: "Yes! Yes! The old god is absolutely right, but the villain really only has this authority, how about this, let's go back to the tooth shop first, and the villain will report to the deacon, and it should be less!"

"That's fine, just go back to your teeth!"

So the group returned to Yaxing, and Wu Yang invited the deacon of Yaxing, thinking that the middle-aged man had the cultivation base of the late stage of leaving the body.

After some pleasantries, the two sides got to the point.

"Deacon Ma, how much is the lowest price for this haunted house of yours?" the old man asked sharply.

Deacon Ma was a little displeased with the old man's insistence on the haunted house, but the previous three owners of this mansion had indeed died violently, so he was a bit dumb and couldn't say anything.

So he could only say depressedly: "The minimum is 22,000."

"Twenty-two thousand!" The old man sneered.

Deacon Ma said: "I believe that this senior and Mr. Song have already seen the mansion. It is very good in every way. It is definitely not a loss if you buy it at the price of 22,000!"

"But it's a haunted house!" The old man insisted on this matter.

Hearing the word "haunted house" again, Deacon Ma was a little annoyed: "Well, I'll drop another 500 yuan, which is already the lowest price!"

"Hey, you'd be ashamed to ask for five hundred yuan!" the old man curled his lips.

"In that case, old man, please go back!" Deacon Ma was enraged.

"Let's go, don't blame the old man for talking too much, and help you publicize that haunted house!" The old man got up and walked out.

When Deacon Ma heard the words, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly: "Mr., I advise you not to talk nonsense, otherwise, be careful that the misfortune comes out of your mouth!"

"Are you threatening me?"

The old man turned around and smiled disdainfully.

"Come on!"

As soon as Deacon Ma finished speaking, four distracted thugs entered proudly.

"Deacon Ma, don't be impulsive, the old god is a master, you can't offend him!" Wu Yang persuaded nervously.

"Go away!"

Deacon Ma slapped Wu Yang away, then stared at the old man fiercely and said, "Teach this old guy a lesson!"

"Look at me!"

A distracted thug grinned, stepped forward, and slapped the old man with a wave of his palm.

"grandfather!"

Murong Hongdou exclaimed and was about to rush up, but unfortunately her speed was too slow compared to the distracted thug.

Song Yan, on the other hand, kept watching with cold eyes, not intending to do anything at all. He really wanted to see what the old man's real abilities were.