Inheriting the old celestial master at the beginning, invite me out of the supernatural bureau

A man saluting with his hands in his hands noticed Zhang Qingxuan and said something in a low voice.

The eyes of the other man beside him shone, and he exclaimed in surprise, "Really!"

"Fuck, hurry, hurry!"

The two dropped the salutes in their hands, hurriedly moved to Zhang Qingxuan's side, and said gratefully: "The chief of the Supernatural Bureau really cares about you. If it weren't for you, our urban village would not be able to be rebuilt!"

"That's right! Our old hen has laid eggs, and I'll send some to you tomorrow!"

"..."

The two of you said something to each other, all of which were expressions of gratitude to Zhang Qingxuan.

"That's what we should do."

Zhang Qingxuan smiled, pressed his hands down to stop their words, returned to the topic, and asked, "Where do you live, village chief?"

"I, I know!"

When the man got excited, he stuttered somewhat.

"Can you take me there?" Zhang Qingxuan asked.

"Of course!"

The man hurriedly took Zhang Qingxuan to Chengma's house, not even caring about his own luggage.

Soon, Zhang Qingxuan came to the door of Chengma's house, and the man left after saying goodbye.

Zhang Qingxuan looked through the crack of the door and found that the light inside was on. He opened the door and walked in. The light in the room reflected the figure of Chengma. From here, it seemed that this person was packing his luggage.

……

in the room.

Cheng Ma was in a hurry, and there were a lot of beads of sweat on his forehead. He put away all the luggage he had just brought.

After a while, Cheng Ma left the room with two big bags in both hands, and hurried towards the door.

At this time, a crisp voice sounded from behind: "'々Cuncheng Chief, so anxious, where are you going?"

Cheng Ma was stunned for a moment, his throat squirmed, and he turned his head slowly, only to see Zhang Qingxuan looking at him with a smile.

"Zhang, Mr. Zhang, why are you here. (Wang Zhao)" Cheng Maqiang forced out a smile.

Zhang Qingxuan said with a smirk: "The village in the city is being rebuilt, come and have a look."

"You haven't answered my question yet, it's so late, where are you going?"

Cheng Ma chuckled and explained: "I... I am here to visit my distant cousin, who is getting old and always sick."

"When you reach our age, you will know how important feelings are."

After finishing speaking, he ignored it and walked towards the door of the room again.

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"Stay there."

Zhang Qingxuan's cold words came out, followed by an invisible wave of air that dissipated.

Chengma's whole body became stiff, and his right foot, which was about to fall, was hanging in the air. His heart skipped a beat, and he asked tremblingly, "What's wrong, Mr. Zhang, is there anything else?"

Zhang Qingxuan sneered, and said, "When are you going to pretend?"

"I'm not picking on Ming Mengyu's parents, so you're not going to talk about it?"

Da da……

As soon as these words came out, Cheng Ma's whole body seemed to be unloading, and the luggage bag on his hands fell to the ground. He turned around with difficulty, and said, "This..."

"Let's talk about the whole story in detail." Zhang Qingxuan said.

Chengma didn't have the slightest intention of rebelling, after all, he was just an ordinary person, and Zhang Qingxuan was close to God 167!

Pfft!

His legs went limp, and he knelt down on the ground, crying, "I'm all blinded by hatred for a while!"

"Mr. Zhang, I really know I was wrong! Really!"

Zhang Qingxuan didn't show a good face, stepped on the ground with his right foot, and another invisible wave of air dispersed.

The city horse's center of gravity was unstable, and it fell directly to the ground, with its face on the ground.

"I asked you to tell the whole story, but didn't ask you to apologize."

Zhang Qingxuan's words were cold, and he said again: "Those people have already been killed, no matter how much you owe, what's the use?"

"Um……"

Cheng Ma shed tears of repentance, and explained truthfully: "The whole thing started a few years ago..."

"At that time, my grandson Chengwen was going to go up the mountain to practice Taoism, but Mengyu snatched the opportunity on the way."

Cheng Ma continued: "During that time, Cheng Wen didn't think about tea and food, and he suffered more than ten catties..."

"It took a long time for this to pass, but I didn't think about it."

"Finally let me wait for the opportunity. The village needs to be improved. I deliberately suppressed the housing allocation of Mengyu's parents. In the end, they got nothing. Finally, I was able to vent my anger on my grandson..."

"But I really didn't expect that they would think about going to the back mountain to hang themselves..."

Zhang Qingxuan suddenly realized that the whole thing was born of hatred, mainly because Chengma had too much resentment, otherwise the matter would not have developed to this point.

"Hey……"

Zhang Qingxuan sighed, didn't say anything more, grabbed his collar and brought him back to the Supernatural Bureau.

Then, he told Han Qingde the ins and outs of the incident, and finally handed over both Chengma and Mengyu to the Supernatural Bureau.

In the end, all sinners got what they deserved.

At this point, the whole thing is completely over.

……

After a long time.

Time flies, and about a few months have passed. During this period of time, nothing major happened in Nanhai City, except for some little evil spirits who came out to make trouble from time to time.

But they were all dealt with by the Supernatural Bureau.

at this time.

Chengmu Village, located on the edge of Nanhai City, is experiencing a once-in-a-century storm.

The sky was stormy, and thunder resounded across the sky.

A loud bang!

A flash of thunder seemed to split the sky in two.

The howling wind swayed the trees in Chengmu Village, but some of them were blown to the ground.

At the edge of Chengmu Village, there is the only shop in the village that makes coffins by hand.

An old man with a Mediterranean head, white hair on both sides, and rags was standing at the door.

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This Mediterranean old man is named Lao Dengtou, and he is the only coffin shop owner in Chengmu Village.

He had a sad expression, and his eyes were fixed on the storm outside the house. Since last month, until now, he has not sold a single coffin.

When the wind and rain intensified, Lao Dengtou vaguely saw a white light shining in the forest directly in front of him, and a man dressed in black slowly walked out of it.

Old Deng squinted his eyes and looked carefully, only to see that the man's face was pale and his lips were bloodless~.

What's even more strange is that in this downpour, he didn't get a drop of rain at all.

Old Dengtou has worked in this dead man's business all his life, and when he sees this kind of thing, he still has the courage to deal with it.

The man walked into the coffin shop with extremely slow steps, ignoring the existence of Old Deng.

He sat at the wooden table in the middle of the room, reached out and knocked on the left side, and said in a hoarse voice, "Make a coffin."

"What are your requirements?" Old Dengtou asked.

"Cinnabar paint." The man said coldly.

Old Deng hesitated for a moment, then frowned.

Painted with cinnabar, this is a coffin for the dead.

But before Old Deng thought about it.

The man took out a heavy bag of gold from his waist and threw it on the table.

"Here are ten gold bars. When you enter the museum in seven days, you will pay another twenty." The man remained expressionless from the beginning to the end.

Old Deng's eyes were refreshed, he hurriedly opened the bag to take a look, took one out of it at random, put it in his mouth and bit it.

Hard enough!

The gold bars were enough to confirm that it was real, and the joy that could not be concealed appeared on Lao Deng's face.

However, ordinary coffin holders do not accept the coffin of such a violent death.

However, Old Deng thought about it again, and the family is almost unable to open the pot recently, so let's just do it directly!

He put away the gold, with a smile on his face, and said: "Okay, okay, don't worry, I will definitely make it for you seven days ago."

After speaking, the man didn't say anything more, got up and left the place.

After he left, Old Deng opened his head to look at the gold in the bag, and an indescribable smile appeared on his face.

However, before he started making the coffin, there was another rush of footsteps at the door.

Da da da……

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With the sound of treading water under his feet, Zhang Qingxuan wrapped his whole body in Yuan Qi, avoiding the heavy rain, and quickly rushed into the coffin shop.

Holding the mobile phone with a bright screen in his hand, he looked at old man Deng directly in front of him.

Zhang Qingxuan asked: "Is this Chengmu Village?"

As soon as these words came out, the old Dengtou's face obviously lost a little joy.

When he saw Zhang Qingxuan, he thought he was also here to buy a coffin, but he didn't expect that he was just asking for directions.

. . . . . .

Old Dengtou said impatiently: "Yes, but this is the farthest edge of the village, and you can only get there by walking five miles along the left."

"Thank you."

Zhang Qingxuan thanked him, and when he was about to continue on his way, he paused for a while.

He frowned slightly, feeling a faint yin energy filling the place.

Quietly, he looked at the bag containing gold in Old Deng's hand.

Zhang Qingxuan asked suspiciously: "Where did you get that thing in your hand?"

"If you ask for directions, just ask for directions. Don't inquire about anything else. I only sell coffins, and I don't allow feet."

Old Deng became even more impatient, and it didn't hinder Zhang Qingxuan's question two.

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Zhang Qingxuan shook his head helplessly, didn't say anything more, stepped away from this place, and ran wildly in the direction pointed by Old Deng's head.

He came to Chengmu Village this time mainly to complete a task in the reward order of the Supernatural Bureau.