Mr. Lin San suddenly had a head full of tea, and he was subconsciously stunned for a moment.
He slowly raised his head and looked at the empty space in front of him, cold sweat rolling down his face like beads.
The pretended calmness had long since disappeared, replaced by a face full of fear and panic.
"You, you want to talk to me about something?"
Xu Jinhuan looked at Mr. Lin, whose head and face were still covered with tea leaves, and said with a smile, "What else? Come to your place for tea."
At that moment, many things flashed through Mr. Lin San's mind, including the savings he had accumulated over the years, his good-for-nothing eldest son, his new beautiful concubine, and so on.
He absolutely cannot die like this!
Therefore, his strong desire to survive made him tremble, but he said sincerely: "Master Ghost, if I have offended you in any way, it must be because I am old and confused, please don't be offended.
If you want something, just tell me and I, Lin Lao San, will definitely help you get it."
Xu Jinhuan said coldly: "Well, you can do it, then I want the things that person just sent, I want all of them, including the ones he sent before.
If one pack is missing, your head might not survive until the evening."
Master Lin San didn't expect that this ghost also wanted gunpowder, but he didn't have this thing anymore, as it had all been bought by the nobleman's men.
"Mr. Ghost, I only have these few packs here. The rest have been sold. I really have no choice." Uncle Lin San said with a sad face.
Xu Jinhuan said slowly, "This is a matter for you to consider. Every grievance has its perpetrator and every debt has its creditor. I only know that I want to ask you for it. As for the others, it has nothing to do with me."
Upon hearing this, Master Lin opened his mouth wide and asked tremblingly, "Did you die from this gunpowder?"
Xu Jinhuan continued to make up stories, "Yes, the murderer said he bought the gunpowder from you, who else should I look for if not you?
Hurry up, or I'll pull your head off and kick it like a ball."
After hearing this, Mr. Lin swallowed his saliva and asked unwillingly, "The murderer..."
Xu Jinhuan sneered and said, "I killed him a long time ago. Do you want to try his way of death? It's very satisfying~"
Uncle Lin wiped the cold sweat from his face with his sleeve and thought to himself: I'm afraid you're the only one who feels good about it.
Afterwards, he wondered in his mind which unlucky guy had killed him and implicated him.
Suddenly, Third Master Lin seemed to have thought of something, and said to the air with some excitement: "Sir Ghost, this injustice has its perpetrators, and I am just a middleman to facilitate the transaction.
If you want revenge, shouldn't you go find the maker of the gunpowder?"
Unexpectedly, "Ghost Lord" Xu Jinhuan didn't buy into the idea of shifting the blame to someone else and said directly.
"It's okay. I'm not in a hurry. Even if you mess up, I'll still have time to find the maker after I kill you."
Hearing these words, Mr. Lin San's sweat broke out even more.
Before he could wipe the sweat off his face, he saw a long, shiny sword suddenly appear in the air. After shaking, the sword suddenly appeared above Mr. Lin Sanye's head.
Then Uncle Lin San felt a pain in his head. It turned out that the blade of the long sword hit his head hard.
"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and solve my problem. If you don't solve it on the seventh day, I will become an even more powerful ghost.
By then, not only you, but your family members will have no chance of survival. Hurry up, I am anxious to be reborn into a good family."
Xu Jinhuan found that ever since she started making up stories to deceive people, her level of lies had been rising, making it impossible for people to tell the truth from the lies.
Uncle Lin San touched his still dizzy head and shook it subconsciously, only to find that he felt even more dizzy.
But the long knife had already moved from his head to his neck, slowly leaving a bloody mark.
"Lin Guangchuan, hurry up and get in here!"
As a loyal guard of Master Lin Sanye, Lin Guangchuan pushed open the door and walked in quickly as soon as he heard Master Lin Sanye's voice.
"Master San, why is your neck bleeding? Why are there tea leaves on your head? Who is so daring to do this? I will help you kill him right now!"
Mr. Lin San felt a headache when he heard the word "kill". He couldn't help but kick Lin Guangchuan, "What do you mean by kill or not? Hurry up and grind the ink for me."
After Mr. Lin San finished speaking, he realized that the long knife that was stuck on his neck was gone. The ghost master had not spoken for such a long time.
Could it be that he is afraid of people?
Otherwise, why didn't the ghost appear when Fu Dongsheng was there? After Lin Guangchuan came in, the ghost also stopped moving instantly.
Doesn't that mean that from now on, as long as there is someone around me, the ghost won't be able to do anything to me?
The more Master Lin thought about it, the more excited he became. He thought he had found a way to cure ghosts. He smiled and patted Lin Guangchuan on the shoulder and said, "Guangchuan, you are really my lucky star."
Lin Guangchuan, who was grinding ink, raised his head in confusion, and saw Uncle Lin San, with tea leaves on his hair, smiling at him kindly, as if he had done something great.
Lin Guangchuan scratched his head. It was just grinding ink. Why did he have to brag about being a lucky star? What was wrong with the Third Master?
"Third Master, the ink is almost done, you can start writing."
Master Lin San shook his head and said, "No more writing, no more writing. Before the ghost market opens, I want to go see my new concubine. She must be getting anxious after not seeing me for such a long time."
After saying that, Mr. Lin San rubbed his hands in an obscene manner, stood up and walked out the door.
"Third Master, your head..."
Before Lin Guangchuan could finish his words, a long knife flew from mid-air and stabbed into the instep of Master Lin San's foot.
"I don't want to say it again." Xu Jinhuan looked at Mr. Lin San's speculation coldly and said slowly.
"Ah!" Uncle Lin screamed as he looked at the shoe surface that was stained with blood.
"Protect the Third Master!" Lin Guangchuan drew out his sword, quickly ran to the side of Third Master Lin, and looked around vigilantly.
After hearing the sound, the guards outside the door also rushed in quickly, but there was no one else in the room except the screaming Mr. Lin San and Lin Guangchuan holding a sword.
"Send one of you to find a doctor first, and the rest of you continue to protect the Third Master. I'll fly to the beam to take a look." Lin Guangchuan arranged.
But unexpectedly, Mr. Lin San suddenly spoke up, "No need, you all leave, Guangchuan, you just stay."
Lin Guangchuan frowned when he heard this, "Third Master, how can you be so careless? This concerns your personal safety."
Lin Sanye wiped the cold sweat from his face and thought to himself: How could I not know that I am not safe now? But none of you are useful, so it is useless to stay.
What if I somehow make that ghost master unhappy, won’t I be the one who dies?
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