Thousand-Year-Old Corpse Falls in Love with Me

Chapter 8

Considering that the other party can see his problems at a glance, Mr. Wang is not afraid of being tricked, after all, Yu Chun's shop is here.

"One million, are you satisfied?" Mr. Wang gritted his teeth and said, he is not a big boss, this one million is the most cash he can come up with.

Ping Yi saw Yu Chun grinning to the corners of his ears, and his brows and eyes softened, "Okay."

"It's not too late, my car is outside." Mr. Wang didn't have time to observe the expressions of these two people. Their lives were at stake, and he didn't dare to delay.

Yu Chun hurriedly said to the side: "Wait until I pack up my things, let's go together!"

Seeing Yu Chun put the wine glass in the safe, Mr. Wang didn't say anything. After Yu Chun packed up his things and closed the store, the three of them left the Antique Street together.

"Tsk tsk, this kid Yu Chun, probably sold something again, look at his virtuous smile."

"Old Wu, don't be jealous, maybe Mr. Wang will miss it, and you don't know Mr. Wang's vision?"

"Hey, your thoughts are more vicious than mine!"

The bosses of the two nearby shops came out to chew their ears, which showed that Yu Chun did not have a good relationship with them.

Mr. Wang's home is in the urban area, and he lives in a duplex apartment.

As soon as Yuping entered here, he shivered, and a gust of cold wind rushed towards his face. This person is not at home, so is the air conditioner still on?

Mr. Wang, as if he didn't realize it, walked inside on his own.

"My bedroom is on the second floor. I'll take you up to have a look." Mr. Wang walked upstairs step by step.

The sun was shining brightly outside, but Yu Chun felt a bit gloomy, wondering if there really was something unclean?

Ping Yi followed Mr. Wang upstairs, and Yu Chun saw that he was forgotten here, so he followed immediately.

Pushing open the door of the master bedroom, Mr. Wang stood at the door and swallowed, "The painting is hanging on the wall beside the bed."

Ping Yi walked in with big strides, and saw the vivid picture of a lady at a glance. The woman in the picture really has the capital to make a man want to fuck, no wonder it is hung on the head of the bed.

Yu Chun followed Ping Yi, pursed his lips and said, "Looking at the age of ladies' clothing, it should be from the Tang Dynasty."

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Yu Chun felt that the woman inside was looking at him, and that scrutinizing gaze made his hair stand on end.

Ping Yi walked to the window, drew the heavy curtains, and said to Yu Chun and Mr. Wang, "Go out and leave this place to me."

"okay."

Yu Chun didn't want to stay here any longer. As for Mr. Wang, he felt scared when he saw this painting now, so he turned around and ran away.

The two came downstairs, and Mr. Wang asked Pingyi's identity.

Yu Chun only said that the other party was a relative from his hometown, the kind far away, and he didn't know what kind of work he did.

Mr. Wang turned on the TV, intending to listen to some sound to alleviate his inner fear, but snowflakes appeared on the TV connected to the Internet, and he was so scared that he turned it off again.

Yu Chun and Mr. Wang sat together, they looked at each other, and glanced upstairs from time to time.

In the master bedroom, Ping Yi stood in front of the bed and said to the woman in the painting, "Come out!"

"Who are you, why are you meddling in your own business?" The portrait twisted for a while, and the woman's head suddenly emerged from the painting. Although it was a phantom, it looked extremely terrifying, especially the long hair that was windless and automatic, as if the next moment It can float on the face.

Ping Yi said expressionlessly, "It's just a wisp of remnant soul, who even wants to make trouble. Let that Mr. Wang go and leave here, and I will spare your life."

"Let go of that fat man? Yes, but I have one condition!" The woman stuck out her scarlet tongue and licked her lips.

"Tell me." Before the other party did evil, Ping Yi would not kill easily.

"I want that young man who came in just now, as long as you give him to me and let him do good things with me, I will let that fat man go!" The woman's eyes were green with greed, obviously compared to that President Wang, Yuchun is more attractive.

Ping Yi narrowed his eyes, "Then there is nothing to say!"

As Ping Yi raised his right hand, the woman's neck was instantly tightened, and a layer of white mist filled the surroundings.

"I didn't do anything evil, but you want to destroy my remnant soul, aren't you afraid of God's punishment!" The woman didn't expect that the other party would make a sudden attack, and directly wanted her to be scattered.

Ping Yi looked at the void coldly, "God's punishment, I have already tasted it..."

Not long after, Ping Yi came down from upstairs.

Mr. Wang got up immediately and asked eagerly, "How is it?"

"It's solved." Ping Yi said calmly.

Mr. Wang and Yu Chun immediately ran upstairs, the painting was still hanging on the bedside, but there was no picture of the woman inside.

Seeing that the picture scroll was still intact without any trace of damage, Mr. Wang shuddered, turned his head and bowed to Ping Yi, "Master, I'll transfer the money to you right away!"

"I don't have a bank card, just transfer the money to him." Ping Yi pointed at Yu Chun.

Mr. Wang nodded again and again, "That's easy. I have Xiaoyu's account, so I'll transfer it to him now!"

In this way, Yuchun's bank account has an extra million.

"Well, when will you open a bank card, I will transfer the money to you." Although Yu Chun likes money, he dare not take the money from this big boss.

Ping Yi said indifferently: "No need, let it be with you, just treat it as money for those clothes."

Those clothes don't even cost 10,000 yuan, Yu Chunxin thinks that this boss is not that annoying.

The screen is easy to use with one million, successfully changing Yu Chun's impression of him.

The two had already left Mr. Wang's house and were wandering on the street.

"Is there really a female ghost in that painting?" Yu Chun thought of the picture of a lady without characters.

Ping Yi narrowed his eyes, thinking of the request of the remnant soul, "It's just a wimpy remnant soul."

Tired of living crooked?

Yu Chun didn't think that if he wanted to get married, he must love life very much!

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