Chapter 164 This is forced buying and selling
In fact, the meeting is almost over, and the people below have already started to take action to block the airport port.
Others with high status and position are waiting for news here, or waiting until after 5 pm to track Shen Ruodi's specific location.
After all, the sun is too strong during the day, and no matter how good the means are, they will not work.
Since they can only wait, these people began to flatter each other.
The most flattered among them is Jiang Yuncheng.
"The fourth young man is promising, has great magical powers, and has fought against Shen Ruodi. He will definitely get the upper hand!"
"The fourth young man really has the shadow of Jiang Lao when he was young. Even Jiang Lao said that the fourth young man is most like him."
"Young Master, did you ask for the Golden Sword from Old Master Jiang? That's great! You will surely be successful!"
He Wangyao translated for Ming Zhuo and Li Wenhe while whispering, "The Golden Sword they are talking about should be Jiang Shengying's magic weapon. It is made of 108 copper coins strung together with red thread and blessed with a seal. It has accompanied Jiang Shengying in killing ghosts and exorcising evil spirits for many years and has played an indispensable role."
After a pause, he added, "Legend has it that this sword has been passed down for hundreds of years. Many ghost kings have been killed with it. It has a strong murderous aura and ghosts usually dare not approach it. It is a treasure."
Ming Zhuo: "Wow, that's powerful!"
"Right? This is the treasure of the Jiang family, and it is also the Dinghai magic needle of the Xiangshi Xuanmen." The people next to them heard the conversation between the two and came over.
"Si Shao Jiang can invite this magic weapon, which shows that he is the next successor of the old man Jiang. Killing a ghost king is not a problem."
Ming Zhuo: "That's not the case. I think the copper coins that have been passed down for hundreds of years are probably antiques. If I disassemble 108 copper coins and sell them, how much money will it sell for!"
That person: "..."
Is this person obsessed with money? Your idea is very scary!
Seeing that person leave with a horrified look on his face, Li Wenhe thought to himself that it was like this again.
He looked at Mingzhuo suspiciously, "You don't really want to dismantle the sword and sell it, do you?"
Mingzhuo retracted his gaze, "Am I that kind of person? Wenwen, your understanding of me is a bit too one-sided."
"What did you call me?" Li Wenhe was stunned for a moment, his face turned a little green.
"Wenwen." Mingzhuo added, thinking that this name is more fluent.
He raised his hand and pointed at He Wangyao, "His name is Yaoyao, you call him Wenwen, there's nothing wrong with that."
He Wangyao was originally laughing there, and his face froze slightly when he heard it. How could he forget his nickname...
"Master, help me, Master!" Hou Zhihui rushed over in panic, and knelt down to Mingzhuo with a thud.
He Wangyao stared at him in amazement. Wasn't this the man who had taken advantage of his power before?
What happened to make him change his attitude in an instant, from mocking him to kneeling at Mingzhuo's feet and crying?
Li Wenhe understood something in an instant: "There really is a head on his shoulder?"
Hou Zhihui: "Master, I was wrong. I shouldn't have said such rude words. Please save me!"
He was really scared and had to ask Mingzhuo for help.
Since he was able to sneak into the heavenly masters, he also knew some magic. However, he had used all the talismans to drive away ghosts, exorcise evil spirits, and ward off evil spirits, but he still couldn't do anything about the head on his shoulder.
He also asked other people for help, but no one could see the head!
Even Jiang Yuncheng asked if he was dazzled and it would be better for him to go home and have a good rest.
This is very scary. He wondered if he was possessed by a powerful evil spirit or was under some kind of evil spell.
Since Mingzhuo could see it and warn him, she must have a way!
Mingzhuo glanced at the people in the hall, turned around and said, "Let's talk somewhere else."
She walked to the corridor. It started raining outside at some point, and the rain was heavy. The raindrops were floating in the corridor, and half of the ground was wet.
But now there were people everywhere, and because it would be hit by the rain, there was no one here, which was just right for talking.
Ming Zhuo thought for a moment and asked, "Did you perform any kind of summoning or prayer ceremony?"
Hou Zhihui looked confused, "No."
Ming Zhuo looked at him, "You might as well think about it carefully. The thing on your shoulder was brought from another place."
After saying this, Hou Zhihui suddenly remembered something and hesitated to speak.
But he changed his mind and thought that he was asking for help now, so why should he care about anything? It was better to be honest than to lose his life.
"It's like this... During the Chinese New Year, I actually went to the mainland once, and I swept the graves and burned incense." Hou Zhihui looked embarrassed.
Ming Zhuo didn't understand the other party's hesitation: "Well, then what? What happened when you went back to your hometown to worship your ancestors?"
Hou Zhihui: "..."
But He Wangyao already understood, and covered his mouth with his hands, almost laughing to death.
Judging from Jiang Yuncheng's attitude towards mainlanders, the middle-aged man can hang out with him, obviously not as a mainlander, otherwise he can't even get into the circle.
Probably because he came to Xiangshi in his early years and got a Xiangshi household registration, he has always insisted to the outside world that he is a native of Xiangshi.
Unexpectedly, Mingzhuo ruthlessly exposed his identity.
How could this not be embarrassing?
Hou Zhihui hesitated for a moment, and had to bite the bullet and continue, "Then when I went to the old tomb in the next town to burn incense, I heard that there was a folk activity of borrowing Yin debts. I just wanted to join in the fun, so I followed."
But that Yin debt borrowing activity was a little different from what he remembered.
When they were young, they would go to the Wutong Laoye Temple on the back mountain at midnight on the 18th day of the eighth lunar month to make a wish to the ghosts and gods. The witch would set conditions, and after both parties agreed, they would offer and take a gold paper ingot home. A few days later, if the paper ingot did not fall off, it proved that the debt was successfully borrowed; if it fell off, it meant that the debt was not borrowed.
But on that day, although the ceremony also included the witch burning incense and offering sacrifices, when everyone went to borrow the debt, the witch did not set any conditions.
Anyway, he held a playful attitude, made a wish casually, and then took a plastic gold ingot home.
The plastic gold ingot is very hard and will not fall apart unless it is deliberately damaged. So there is no question of whether you can borrow the money or not.
After the ceremony, he threw the plastic gold ingot away.
Ming Zhuo asked, "What did you wish for?"
Hou Zhihui smiled and said, "I wished to have a relationship with the Chiang family and to rise to prominence with the help of the Chiang family."
It was strange. He had been trying to get close to the Chiang family but failed. But after the Chinese New Year, he somehow helped Chiang Yuncheng and became his follower.
"Why is it so strange? They have helped you so much, you should be grateful to them."
Ming Zhuo paused, then smiled and said, "And they rushed to help, how enthusiastic! If it was plastic gold ingots, they would not allow the debt to be borrowed."
He Wangyao: "How can this be enthusiasm? This is forced sale!"
Li Wenhe said coldly, "The witch didn't put forward any conditions, which means that if she put forward any conditions, no one would agree. How can you catch a fool?"
Hou Zhihui's face was pale, and he was sweating all over, "Master, please save me!"