Today is also the day to see A Piao.

"Is it because the rhino horn incense is not heavy enough?" Jiang Yichen looked at Jin Zhiwu's expression and asked Qiao Yinxiu who was standing beside him with some uncertainty, "Do you want to take out another piece?"

Qiao Yinxiu pointed to Xie Yuhuai, the deputy director of the Helan Yin Supervision Bureau: "The rhino horn incense is all from them. I don't have it on me, nor does the director. Willing to take it out."

Jiang Yichen set his sights on Xie Yuhuai, and before Xie Yuhuai could defend himself, Jin Zhiwu said, "I can see him, it's Senior Xue Lin."

Xue Lin was stunned. He clearly only explained the ins and outs of the matter, but did not tell Jin Zhiwu his identity. How could Jin Zhiwu know his name?Still call him senior?

Hmph, don't think that calling him senior won't take back his things.

Seeming to see Xue Lin's doubts, Jin Zhiwu explained: "I have seen your portrait, and my father showed it to me before he passed away, and asked me to remember it well. At that time, I only thought that my father was talking nonsense and didn't take it to heart. , but I took a good look at the portrait, and it was also to reassure my father."

"You said your family has my portrait?!"

Xue Lin couldn't believe it, how could this be possible?

The Jieqin Jin family was destroyed 700 years ago, and they did not care about Taoism after they started business. However, their Xue family was destroyed 500 years ago. When the Xue family was destroyed, he was just a weak crown. There shouldn't be a picture of him anyway.

"Indeed there is. According to my father, it was given by a Mr. Luo many years ago. He also said that the person in the painting will come to our house to find something in the future. He told me to return the thing directly when I saw you." Here, tell you that we have occupied things for many years, and it is time to return them to their original owners.”

After Jin Zhiwu said this, he left the main room, and when he came back, he was holding a rectangular box for paintings and a small square brocade box in his hand. The patterns on the brocade box were very complicated.

Jiang Yichen wondered that the "Mr. Luo" that Jin Zhiwu mentioned was probably Luo Chengjiu before his death. Was Luo Suan so powerful at that time?Can it be counted so long later?Can you also draw accurate portraits of ghosts?

Xue Lin recognized the brocade box at a glance, and his eyes were a little more anxious: "This is the box containing the jade pendant! Is the jade pendant still in it?!"

Jin Zhiwu paused for a moment before opening the brocade box. Inside was a jade pendant with a faint white light all over his body. Xue Lin finally felt relieved, and he patted his chest in relief: "It's fine if you don't lose it." Just throw it away... I was so scared to death, I almost thought I couldn't find it this time. Since you took it out, I'll just accept it—"

"Senior, wait a minute," Jin Zhiwu covered the box again, passed Xue Lin's hand that came to take the jade pendant, and hugged the box in his arms, "Since this belongs to senior, I will naturally return it to senior, but Senior also promises me that he will not hurt my daughter."

"Hurt a fart!!" Xue Lin was furious, seeing that the heirloom was in front of him, and he couldn't get it, "Do you think I am willing to stay in her body? Isn't it to threaten you to take out my heirloom! "

Jin Zhiwu added fuel to the fire: "If the senior has revealed his identity from the beginning, the junior will naturally present the jade pendant and brocade box with both hands."

"My mother didn't know you were so easy to talk! If I knew, would I still spend a lot of trouble with your daughter?! Bring the things, I have to go!"

Seeing that Xue Lin's behavior does not seem to be fake, Jin Zhiwu gave him the brocade box and the box with the paintings to Xue Lin. Xue Lin couldn't find a punching bag for a while, so he said fiercely in a dry voice: "You put the painting on it. What are you doing with this broken thing stuffed into my hands?"

Jin Zhiwu said: "This is the portrait of the senior. Since it has been returned to the original owner, then this portrait is useless to me. The senior can take it away as a souvenir."

Xue Neighbor originally wanted to throw the box on the table, and then said angrily, "I don't care about this kind of thing", but he didn't do that. Instead, he pulled the box into his arms and said: " I reluctantly accepted."

During these years of wandering around, no one cared about his feelings. Jin Zhiwu, a junior, knew to ask him to take a painting as a souvenir, which is not bad.

While he was thinking that it was good, he leaned towards the door, but before he floated out, he was grabbed by a part of his sleeve, and then his sleeve was torn.

Seeing this scene, Xue Lin was at a loss. He glanced around and found nothing unusual, and he didn't feel any obvious killing intent, so he said tremblingly, "I wonder if the old man will sleep here? If the younger generation disturbs you Please don't mind the rest, this junior is just here for something that belongs to me, now that I have got it, this junior... this junior will leave now."

Ji Qingmo looked at him with cold eyes: "I cut it."

But Xue Neigh just thought he was joking: "How can a yellow-haired boy be trusted to speak dirty words?! My clothes are the magic weapon of the Xue family. In fact, you can tear them apart by just a kid—what's wrong with you? Are your eyes uncomfortable?"

Before Xue Lin finished speaking, he saw Qiao Yinxiu winking at him. He didn't understand Qiao Yinxiu's meaning, so he just thought that this junior had his eyes twitched.

Qiao Yinxiu was a little speechless, he shouldn't have reminded this idiot when he co-authored it, he should have said a few more words in front of Ji Qingmo and ended up in a frenzy. It's not that Qiao Yinxiu was exaggerating, he was also the deputy director of the Yin Supervision Bureau. I have heard of the reputation of the Lord of the Ghost Palace.

Just kidding, can it be troublesome to be able to stand against the master of the underworld in a place like the underworld and still exist today? !

"The magic weapon of the Xue family?" Ji Qingmo sneered, "Is it amazing?"

Xue Neighbor can't listen to others slandering his Xue family, and the things of Xue's family are not good. He wanted to float in front of Ji Qingmo angrily, but was dragged by Jiang Yichen who was worried that he would run into Ji Qingmo, and then he was steady. It stopped one meter away from Ji Qingmo.

"Why are you dragging me?! See if I don't beat this yellow-haired boy to death today! A mere junior dares to point fingers at my Xue family treasure, I have to—"

"If you want to lose your soul and let the god Da Luo not be able to save you, you can rush over now and see who can give you a hand."

It's not that Jiang Yichen has no temper. He just wanted to give Xue Lin a hand because he was a member of Qilin Xue's family. He was also afraid that Ji Qingmo would get angry and vent his anger on this ghost. The degree of disorientation here.

Xue Lin was a little hesitant, but Jiang Yichen's words really scared him. He calmed down and took a closer look, and felt that Ji Qingmo was different from ordinary people this time. He said he was a Taoist disciple, and he didn't have a Taoist aura on him. It is a bit weird to say that he is an ordinary person, but he dares to "talk badly" to him, and these people from the Yinjian Bureau are also very strange. No one is on his side. Could it be that this kid has some powerful backing?

Xue Neighbor was not frightened.

Xue Lin cleared his throat, and then seriously preached: "I'm easy to talk, and I'm not as fussy as you are today, you little disciple should always keep in mind the words 'Don't provoke ghosts at will', those demons and ghosts outside are not so easy to talk to me Yes, you can be torn up by them if you say a wrong word, I am doing this for your own good, think about it..."

"You can be torn up if you say a wrong word?" Ji Qingmo's eyes were filled with murderous intent, "Then you can come closer and try to see if the hall will tear you up."

The claim of "this hall" made Jiang Yichen feel alarmed. Ji Qingmo had never used this claim when he was around him. It can be seen that this time it really made him angry. Jiang Yichen felt that Xue Lin was not up to date. Qiao Yinxiu and him Reminding him one after another, he didn't take it seriously, and he deserved to end up with no bones left... Oh, the end of the ghost.

"Do you think I'm afraid of you, brat? What kind of hall, you alone——Dian...you just called yourself "the main hall"?!"

Xue Lin felt that something was wrong. The person in front of him seemed to be not a brat, but a big ghost. If he guessed correctly, there seemed to be only one person who could call himself "the main hall"...

Lord of the Ghost Palace!

Xue Lin blinked, looked at Jiang Yichen, and asked with a mournful face, "Xiao Shanzhu, do you think it's too late for me to commit suicide now?"

Jiang Yichen felt that he couldn't let things go on like this. If Ji Qingmo killed Xue Lin, he would not be relieved and would not be able to take other people's surgery, so he wanted to stand next to Ji Qingmo against the oppressive force emanating from Ji Qingmo's body. Go, who knows that as soon as he took a step, the pressure disappeared. He was pulled by Ji Qingmo and stood beside Ji Qingmo.

Ji Qingmo asked him: "What do you want to tell me?"

Jiang Yichen pursed his lips, it seems that it is not good to help others not to be angry, but this is the secular world after all, if Ji Qingmo does something, he might attract Jiang Rong and Tan Xiyue, he can I don't want everyone to stand together and stare at each other.

"This Xue Lin is not very smart, don't be as knowledgeable as him."

Jiang Yichen saw that the murderous intent in Ji Qingmo's eyes seemed to have expanded a bit, and before he could make amends, he heard Ji Qingmo ask him in a deep voice: "Are you doing it for a ghost that has nothing to do with you?" Ask me for mercy?"

Jiang Yichen felt that if he nodded, he might have to explain himself here today, so he thought about his words: "No, I don't like you being angry very much, you should smile, it looks better."

Ji Qingmo laughed, but Jiang Yichen had just answered "yes" and "yes", he had enough reasons to take him back to the ghost hall, but he didn't expect this person to say such a sentence softly, Let him not move, not angry.

The road is long and long, and I don't know when I can bring him back.

"Just rely on me to pamper you," Ji Qingmo reached out and touched Jiang Yichen's soft hair, then looked coldly at Xue Lin, "Get out of here with your things, who are you standing here with?"

Xue Lin, who came back to his senses, ran away, and picked up the sleeve fragments that fell on the ground as he flew away, so as to prevent Ji Qingmo from seeing the fragments and leaving him with anger.

Only then did Jiang Yichen put his heart down, and he looked at Jin Zhiwu who didn't know what happened: "Your daughter is asleep now, and she will wake up in the afternoon at the latest. Don't overdo it when she wakes up. She couldn't take it physically."

Jin Zhiwu nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes, I will definitely follow the doctor's orders—I will definitely do things as ordered, and the money—"

"You talk to the people from the Yin Supervision Bureau. I'm going home," Jiang Yichen once said that the small commissions are free during the big commissions. Anyway, he has returned to Helan now, and he will not be short of money. This commission He didn't do anything other than talk. He was really embarrassed to take the money, so he simply refused, "Squad leader, come with me."

Qiao Yinxiu originally wanted to stop him, but he didn't expect to be enveloped by the cold. He immediately backed away wisely, to the side of Zeng Zili, and pulled Xie Yuhuai by the way: "Don't enjoy watching the show, be careful of being stared at by that man." superior."

Zeng Zili stretched out his hand to smooth his hair, and said, "Xiao Shanzhu is by his side, he won't do too much, deal with it, and we should go back to Shuowu."

Seeing that there was no one at the door, Qiao Yinxiu asked Zeng Zili: "Director, in your opinion, the master of the palace is facing the master of Xiaoshan..."

"It's hard to say," Zeng Zili squinted his eyes, "Maybe he likes it."