"I am Shen Yuan."

Shen Yuan looked at the middle-aged man who broke into the courtyard and confirmed that he did not know him.

The middle-aged man nodded slightly and said, "My name is Fu Hua. Mr. Fu who rented this small courtyard to you is my father. I came here today to discuss something with you."

The image of the old man in a Zhongshan suit, who looked old but energetic, immediately flashed through Shen Yuan's mind.

Shen Yuan met Mr. Fu when he was practicing breathing techniques in the park. In the early stages of practicing breathing techniques, there would be some supporting boxing techniques to help enter the state of breathing techniques. Shen Yuan met Mr. Fu when he was practicing boxing.

It seems that Grandpa Fu's family also had their own methods of cultivation, but the three thousand years of spiritual energy depletion had long since made ordinary methods of cultivation ineffective, and they were also poorly preserved and had not been passed down.

When the spiritual energy tide returned, only a few boxing techniques and some cultivation experiences were left in Grandpa Fu's house.

Relying on these things left behind, Mr. Fu is still in good health even though he is nearly seventy years old.

Old Master Fu was very interested in these things. After seeing Shen Yuan practicing boxing, he wanted to make friends with him. Soon, they became close friends regardless of age difference and often discussed matters of cultivation with Shen Yuan.

During this process, Shen Yuan also taught Grandpa Fu some breathing techniques, but since the technique is not easily passed on, the complete Cloud Mist Breathing Technique was not taught to him.

Even so, Mr. Fu still felt like he had found a treasure and wanted to repay Shen Yuan many times, but was rejected by Shen Yuan.

After Shen Yuan left home several months ago, Mr. Fu rented this yard to Shen Yuan at a friendly price.

If it weren't for the help of Grandpa Fu, even if Shen Yuan could rent an independent courtyard in the old city for a few hundred yuan, it would definitely be in disrepair and would not have such a good environment.

Of course, this is not a one-sided help. To be honest, the breathing techniques taught by Shen Yuan are priceless in this era of the return of spiritual energy tides. A mere rent is nothing.

The communication between the two parties was not entangled in the pure monetary value, and it was quite similar to the friendship between gentlemen.

But in this way, Shen Yuan also knew why Fu Hua in front of him frowned before.

Last night, a group of small demons were attracted by the practice. Although they were cleared out by Shen Yuan using his magical powers, a lot of damage was done to the yard.

At least in Fu Hua's eyes, Shen Yuan is still an ordinary tenant.

Shen Yuan messed up his yard like this, and no one would be happy seeing it. But he was considered quite cultured for not saying it out loud.

It was not easy to explain the mess in the courtyard, so Shen Yuan said directly: "Mr. Fu Hua, if you have anything to say, please feel free to tell me."

Fu Hua nodded to the young man behind him, and the young man immediately took out a document from his briefcase and handed it to Shen Yuan.

"I came here this time to take back the courtyard that I rented to Mr. Shen."

"Mr. Shen and my father's rental agreement was a gentleman's agreement and no rental contract was signed. It was just a verbal agreement to rent out the house, but taking it back early still violated the agreement with Mr. Shen.

Here is a contract. If Mr. Shen signs it, I can compensate him twice the rent he paid.

If Mr. Shen still wants to rent a house nearby, I can arrange other houses for him. What do you think, Mr. Shen?"

Shen Yuan did not take the contract, but asked Fu Hua: "Is this Mr. Fu's instruction?"

Fu Hua frowned slightly: "This is my own idea, it has nothing to do with my father."

In Fu Hua's view, he had given Shen Yuan a lot of face by putting down his business and coming to him, and even preparing a compensation contract in advance.

But looking at Shen Yuan's attitude, it seemed that he was not satisfied with his performance, which made him feel a little unhappy.

Shen Yuan didn't care about Fu Hua's attitude, and said calmly, "The owner of this house is Mr. Fu. Renting this house is an agreement between Mr. Fu and me, and it is not just a simple monetary transaction.

If Mr. Fu makes a request, I will move out without saying a word.

But Mr. Fu Hua took over the job without your father asking for permission. Isn't he worried that he might cause dissatisfaction to Mr. Fu?"

A hint of anger finally showed on Fu Hua's face.

"This yard belongs to my Fu family, so it is only natural for me to take it back. You don't need to use my father to pressure me.

You should know that you and your father did not sign a contract, so even if I forcibly take it back without giving you any compensation, it is still legal."

After a slight pause, Fu Hua swept his eyes across the messy courtyard and the large hole in the middle of the courtyard, and continued in a cold voice:

"You destroyed the house at will while you were living there. I was very generous of me not to hold you responsible. If you are sensible, sign the contract and take the compensation and leave. Otherwise, wait for the court summons!"

Fu Hua's threat finally made Shen Yuan's eyes turn cold, and the temperature in the air seemed to drop a few degrees.

On the stone table behind Shen Yuan, Bai Xue, who was trying to quietly take out a piece of noodles to taste during the conversation, suddenly got angry and immediately curled up into a ball of hair, hiding in the corner of the stone table and shivering.

She could sense Shen Yuan's displeasure.

Last night Shen Yuan killed so many demons without showing any emotional fluctuations, but this ordinary person in front of him angered the big demon.

"The big devil, should he just extract the soul from this guy and burn him to death? Or should he just massacre the whole city?"

Bai Xue's mind was full of thoughts.

Fu Hua, who was facing Shen Yuan, also felt a chill at the first moment. In a trance, he seemed to see a large number of dead souls wailing miserably in the courtyard, as if the underworld had appeared in the world.

But in an instant, Fu Hua's back was completely soaked with cold sweat.

At this moment, a burst of hurried footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door, and then two figures stepped into the courtyard again.

One of the beautiful women, who looked to be in her twenties, saw Fu Hua standing stiffly in place and couldn't help but scream in surprise.

"Brother, why are you here?"

Only then did Fu Hua wake up from the illusion of the dark and haunted place as if he had just woken up from a dream.

When Shen Yuan saw that there were more people coming from the Fu family, he ignored them, turned around, picked up Bai Xue, who was curled up like a ball on the table, and walked out of the door.

Fu Yu looked at Shen Yuan who walked out of the door in confusion, and then asked Fu Hua:

"Brother, did father also give you the task of finding Mr. Shen?"

Fu Hua looked a little flustered: "Mission? What mission?"

Fu Yu asked in confusion: "My father specifically told me to come here early yesterday and hand over the deed of this old house to Mr. Shen. From now on, this old house belongs to Mr. Shen.

If it wasn't for this matter, why did you come to the old house?"

Fu Hua's face turned extremely pale in an instant, and he quickly shouted to Shen Yuan who had just left:

"Sir, please stay!"