The cripples all stood up by me

102. huh! it's all cool!

huang yong greeted master meng's eighteen generations of ancestors in his heart, saying that like a high-ranking person in the world, in fact, looking at money to do things, selling a thousand pieces of incense as soon as he burned incense, asking him to do things first, starting with three roots, the more the better. of course, the work must be given separately, and the price must also be divided into things, and this master will not take care of the money without money.

now asking master meng to save his life, huang yong could not show dissatisfaction on the surface, fiercely hearted, gritting his teeth, "i give out eighty thousand pieces of incense money."

master

meng squinted his eyes, took a sip of tea, tapped two fingers on the table, and said slowly, "when i look at your face, it is a rich and noble life, and your life is only worth eighty thousand yuan?" grandmaster felt that you were more than that. his

two fingers hinted at the dots and dots, meaning: double.

huang yong took a breath and gritted his teeth, "sixteen thousand."

"grandmaster thinks it's ok." master meng stood up slowly, smiled and took two drawn spells from the drawing question, and wrapped them in a cloth bag, "this bag you carry first, drive away the resentment on your body, go to the back to sleep well, wait for me to close the store at night, i will go with you, i see if the ghost dares to come."

"thank you master meng." huang yong took it with both hands, and in his heart scolded this dead-to-money pretending to force the master countless times, on the surface he still bowed several times in gratitude, in short, with the master to save his life, his spirit suddenly relaxed, his body suddenly became tired, and he really wanted to sleep.

master meng's small shop is a two-bedroom and a living room, one bedroom for himself, and one with a small door chiseled out to sell things. the living room is full of rune paper, peach wood swords and other messy things, the home is messy and chaotic, the place where he sleeps is a small broken bed on the balcony, and the surrounding is also full of debris, at this time huang yong is not abandoned, lie down and sleep. <

i thought i could finally sleep peacefully, but what i didn't expect was that as soon as he closed his eyes, it was li shan's bleeding face again. the other party didn't say anything, just looked at him with a smile, that strange look, let huang yong be frightened awake in the dream, and sat up at once, a cold sweat.

looking at the bag containing the spell, huang yong had no bottom in his heart, did the spell work or not? is this a dream? or is the other party really coming?

master meng was more arrogant, asking him if he might be considered to believe him, and was likely to lose his temper, huang yong did not dare to ask, holding the spell tightly in his hand, and lying down for a while, but he could not sleep at all. the air conditioner hanging on the wall was blowing cool air, which made him have to think of the picture of li shan crawling out of the air conditioner outlet, the more he thought about it, the colder he thought, the more he thought about it, the more afraid he was, and the heart that he had just put down mentioned his throat eyes, and the nervousness was not ok. if he went on like this, he felt that he would have heart failure.

stayed up until late afternoon, when huang yong was hungry. breakfast and lunch did not eat, in the evening really can not stare, he called the hotel next to him, let send over eight dishes, and two bottles of good wine, master meng ate and drank enough, this slowly followed huang yong to his home.

as soon as he entered the door, master meng lowered his face coldly, "good resentment, this ghost will not easily set fire to you." huang yong thought about last night's