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That night, Lu Liuyun slipped into the incense room and secretly took the yellow paper talisman.In the early morning of the next day, old Mr. Aoki searched for the "treasure" but couldn't find it. He felt very distressed, so he called Yang Sixian and invited him to his home, and wanted to ask for another "magic talisman" of Master Yang.

This superstitious little Japanese old man believed in Shinto in Japan for the first half of his life, and was obsessed with Buddhism and Taoism in China for the second half of his life. He occasionally studied Fengshui and Bagua.Therefore, in a sense, it can be described as a "miscellaneous family".

So Yang Sixian cleverly took advantage of this loophole, and showed off a few allusions from the "Book of Changes" in front of this half-baked Chinese, and asked Mr. Aoki to sit aside and listen to the reasonableness of his words, and he immediately looked at him with admiration.

Since then, whenever someone mentioned "Master Yang", he had to slap his thighs and say yes repeatedly, which made this pretentious stick popular in the upper circles again.

It didn't take long for Yang Ruxian to arrive at Xiaoyanglou, his eyes were very tired, and he walked into the living room with yawns and yawns all the way.

At that time, when old Mr. Aoki called Shen's house, he himself was still sleeping soundly on the bed. When he opened his eyes, he saw Shen Jingjiu standing by the bed and calling him "Brother Yang" slowly, and immediately hugged the quilt and slapped him. Trembling, stupefied in broad daylight was terribly frightened by a big living person.

"Oh, Master Yang is here, please sit down." Seeing him coming, the old Mr. Aoki raised his eyebrows and couldn't even close his mouth.Lu Liuyun, who was in the guest room downstairs, heard the movement with his ears sideways, so he pretended to be wandering, and deliberately went to the living room to "encounter" with Yang Sixian.

Yang Sixian, who raised his hand to say hello to the old Mr. Qingmu, glanced at Lu Liuyun who was walking over from the corner, and immediately opened his eyes wide open, wondering, "Hey, this is not Lu... "

Lu Liuyun stepped forward quickly, stretched out his hand and lightly pressed his shoulder, stopped the second half of Yang Sixian's unspoken words, smiled at Yan Yan and said, "So this is Master Yang, I have admired him for a long time."

"Oh, oh, I've been looking forward to it for a long time." Yang Sixian understood and nodded to him repeatedly.Old Mr. Qingmu invited Yang Sixian over, hoping that he would draw two more town house talismans for himself, but seeing that he was chatting with Lu Liuyun, he rushed over to interrupt, "Master Yang, let's get down to business first. .”

Yang Sixian looked back and saw Mr. Aoki's embarrassing smiling face, slapped his head, and said embarrassedly, "Yes, you prepare a pen and paper first, and I'll come right away."

The old Mr. Aoki smiled and agreed to him, and hurriedly ran to the incense room to get the cinnabar and the brush.Seeing him walking away, Yang Sixian seized the opportunity to talk to Lu Liuyun, "Young Master Lu, aren't you... why are you here?"

Lu Liuyun smiled wryly, feeling that there was no way to say this, so he asked him for an important matter, "Mr. Yang, I'm stuck in the hands of the Japanese and I can't get out. I want to ask you to help me get out."

Seeing his strange appearance, Yang Sixian knew it well, and when he heard this, he quickly agreed, and consciously put his ears to Lu Liuyun's mouth.Lu Liuyun lowered his voice and pointed out like this, Yang Sixian was gearing up, standing there listening to his enthusiasm.

In the end, Lu Liuyun stood in the same place and lost his mind for a while, hesitating to speak to Yang Sixian, he didn't know where Zhou Hengxi was going now, even if he wanted to ask, he couldn't ask.Seeing his worried eyes, Yang Sixian stepped forward and said speculatively, "Master Lu, there is something I forgot to tell you. Mr. Zhou is recuperating at the Shen family right now."

"What, really?" Lu Liuyun couldn't believe it when he heard this, grabbed Yang Sixian's shoulder and asked urgently.

"Hey, ouch." Yang Sixian added, clutching his shoulders, "Don't worry, you've been raised well. If you want him to know that you've escaped, you'll be rolling over with joy on the bed."

In order to reassure Lu Liuyun, he deliberately put some exaggeration in his words.Lu Liuyun was soothed by Yang Sixian, and a smile slowly appeared on his face.He is under someone else's roof now, but he can't help but start thinking about Zhou Hengxi in his heart.

At that moment, Mr. Aoki yelled at his servants to carry tables and chairs in the room. Yang Sixian cupped his hands at him and assured him, "That's it for now, I'll try as you said." try."

After a while, old Mr. Aoki sent someone to bring the incense case over.Immortal Yang paced around the table in the living room, let out a slight sigh, then calmly picked up the brush, dipped it in the small gold dish containing cinnabar twice, bent down The flying hook on the soft paper swims and presses.

Mr. Aoki was watching intently, when he suddenly heard the table clanging under Yang Sixian's hands, the small golden plate filled with cinnabar rolled, and the paper talisman that had just been written was sprinkled with bright red.

"Yang, Master Yang..." Old Mr. Aoki turned his head to look, but saw bean-sized beads of sweat appearing on Yang Sixian's forehead. The syllables are vague, and it is not much worse to say that they are chanting a mantra.

Bang, clang, clang.

The table shook violently and landed on the feet of the two of them with a bang.Yang Sixian jumped back with great foresight, secretly stuffed the gold thread wrapped around the table legs back into his sleeves, and intentionally made a dignified and worried look in front of people.Old Mr. Aoki clutched his heart and slumped on the chair next to him, frightened by his pretense.

"Hi, hi, Mr. Aoki, are you okay?" Yang Sixian stretched out his right hand and shook it in front of his eyes. The old Mr. Aoki tremblingly pointed to the table that fell on the ground, and asked with suspicion, "Yang Sir, what the hell is going on here?"

Standing by the side, Yang Sixian counted, turned to old Mr. Aoki and replied seriously, "Mr. Aoki, this is a sign of danger at your home, and you need to get rid of the evil spirit."

When Mr. Qingmu heard this, he became anxious, and stepped forward to hold Yang Sixian tightly, "Master Yang, how can I get rid of this evil spirit?"

"There must be a way for a car to reach the mountain. It's not difficult to find a way." Yang Sixian put his hands behind his back, swayed his feet, raised his head and said to the old Mr. Aoki, "All the ghosts talk about aura, and the nobles talk about ostentation. , This vitality is not good, it just falls on the word "Chong". Chongxi Chongcai, always laughing, or why at the time of Tang Minghuang, he would come to the altar to sacrifice to heaven and earth at every turn."

Yang Sixian reached out and patted the handle of the chair, and made a gesture of raising a knife to him, "Mr. Aoki, we have to make a big scene to kill this bad luck!"

After hearing this, old Mr. Aoki took it for granted. He sat on the sofa and nodded, facing Yang Sixian with a very devout attitude, "Master, I will do it now."

Yang Sixian smiled slightly, glanced at Lu Liuyun who walked into the corner of the living room from the corner of the eye, and the two nodded their heads in unison.

Old Mr. Aoki is an impatient person who can do whatever he says, and he will start to "show off" as soon as Yang Sixian leaves.Xie Sha's "spectacle" was set at the Sencho Hotel. He was embarrassed to say that he was trying to wash away his bad luck, so he only invited his relatives and friends to a special dinner party.

On that day, old Mr. Aoki booked a special reception for the Sencho Hotel. The guests who arrived there were not grand, but they were absolutely grand, meeting the standard of "high-ranking officials and dignitaries" as envisaged, and Miura Shinjiu was also invited ranks.Lu Liuyun saw Miura Xinjiu's back on the court, and deliberately walked to a corner to stagger with him.

At that moment, Shen Jingjiu flashed past him with a wine glass. Lu Liuyun saw this dude, and hurriedly chased after him. He walked all the way to the door, but saw this guy leaning against the wall waiting for him, with a pair of peach blossom eyes and a very ostentatious smile .

"Brother Lu, long time no see."

"It's been a long time since you've seen him, how did you come in?" Lu Liuyun raised his hand to bump fists with him, and cursed with a smile.

"Unfortunately, the widowed wife of a Japanese dignitary used to be an old acquaintance with me. As for the relationship, of course she came in and out as she pleased." Shen Jingjiu raised his eyebrows, leaning against the wall and talking nonchalantly.

Lu Liuyun put his hands back into his pockets, ignoring Shen Jingjiu's ignorance, cleared his throat, and said to him seriously, "Our Mr. Zhou is thanks to your help during these days, thank you brother."

"Hey, thank you, your Mr. Zhou is alive now, just wait for him to have a future." Shen Jingjiu patted him on the shoulder nonchalantly, and asked Lu Liuyun, "Find a place to sit down chat?"

Lu Liuyun raised his sleeve and glanced at his watch, then declined his invitation, "No, there will be arrangements later."

When Shen Jingjiu heard this, he didn't insist on keeping him. He went outside and stretched his neck to take a look, then turned back and said to Lu Liuyun, "Miura Xinjiu is circling in the middle of the lobby right now. Be careful when you go out."

Lu Liuyun nodded, pointed to the fast passage next to him and said to Shen Jingjiu, "Don't worry, I'll go there, but you, don't conflict with him on this occasion."

Shen Jingjiu glanced back at Miura Shinjiu's back, shrugged indifferently, and Lu Liuyun tried to persuade him again, but he pushed and shoved him into the fast lane.

Just as Lu Liuyun left, Yang Sixian followed behind and came in from the door belatedly.Shen Jingjiu saw him clutching his stomach with a disheveled face and humming, leaned over and asked, "Did you still lax after taking the medicine?"

"Don't mention it, hey, my ass is almost scratched by straw paper." Yang Sixian put his hand on the decorative mirror by the door and sighed, his stomach hurt suddenly, he turned his arm, and There was a muffled sound when the flat mirror surface on a decorative mirror hit.

Shen Jingjiu raised his hand and knocked on the edge of the brass carving on the decorative mirror, and couldn't help wondering, "This thing, put two on the left and right sides of the door, why use it, it's stinky?"

Yang Sixian grinned at the corner of his mouth when he heard this, he was embarrassed to say that the display was made because he made up the allusion of the demon mirror, which frightened the old Mr. Aoki for a while, and followed behind believing it was true.

After everyone was ready, the dinner began, Mr. Aoki respectfully invited Yang Sixian to the high platform in the center of the hall.Xiao Huoxian looked at the spectators around while walking, his eyes fell on Miura Xinjiu, paused for a while, and looked into the distance to meet Lu Liuyun who was wandering away from the crowd.

"The heavens come and go, the souls go, the souls go, the treasures are restrained, the roots are strengthened." Yang Sixian flicked the holed sleeves on the Taoist uniform, half-closed his eyes and muttered.Shixin men and women standing under the stage watched him dance with relish, as if they were watching a performance in a theater.Yang Sixian lived up to everyone's expectations, dancing and moving down the stage, picked up the mahogany sword behind his back and played with wind in his clothes, "The ghost is guilty, please borrow a real fire from Laojun, and burn this evil for me."

The mahogany sword in Yang Sixian's hand wobbled towards Miura Shinjiu's direction, raised his head to meet the other's gloomy eyes, shook his hand, and carefully turned the mahogany sword aside.Miura Shinjiu picked up the goblet at hand and took a sip of the sweet foreign wine with no expression on his face.Yang Sixian swept his eyes away, and "shuala" threw two yellow paper amulets from his sleeves and threw them to Miura Xinjiu's feet with incomparable accuracy. stand up.

"What are you doing?" The crowd began to whisper, Miura Xinjiu took two steps back, frowned and stared at Yang Sixian, not understanding what kind of tricks this ghostly Chinese magic stick in front of him was playing.

"Come on, come on, come on." Yang Sixian's voice was stuck in his throat and trembling, he swung the mahogany sword in his hand in the direction of Miura Shinjiu, and shouted, "Come on!"

At this time, a strange scene appeared. The crystal chandelier above Miura Xinjiu's head began to turn on and off, and the crackling sound of electric current collision continued.The guests around were in an uproar, uncomfortably and quietly gave way to a surrounding circle.

"It's just that the voltage is not stable. It's ridiculous." Miura Xinjiu put the goblet in his hand on the table in disdain. As soon as the words fell to the ground, the light bulb above his head exploded with a "bang--".

"Oh my god..." This series of coincidences made everyone shudder. The female guest standing outside looked back inadvertently, let out a scream at the top of her throat, rolled her eyes and straightened her back.When everyone followed the screams and saw the things behind her, they couldn't help stepping back and took a deep breath.

An enlarged black-and-white photo is standing in the center of the wallpaper, and Miura Furo's profile is like a ghostly shadow quietly staying here.

"The old gentleman has appeared, look, this evil spirit has come." Yang Sixian pointed to the photo of Furo Miura, pointed out the doubts in everyone's mind, and revealed the identity of the above person in one word.

"Pretending to be a ghost." Miura Shinji gritted his teeth and stood where he was, silently clenched his fists.

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I don't know who is hiding in the crowd and causing the commotion, and in an instant, the snow-white papers are flying in the lobby, just like the silver butterfly with broken wings withered in the wind.

Someone curiously picked up one to read, but after recognizing the content on it, he threw it on the ground in shock.Miura Xinjiu found that the lost files in his safe were backed up here, and he looked up bitterly to search for Lu Yunliu.

At this moment, the lights suddenly went out, and the phonograph in the corner automatically played a Japanese ditty crying about parting. The woman's mournful singing was like a tight string, cutting people's eardrums with dull pain.

The current scene was indescribably weird, and no one dared to move.

"Crack, crack, crack." Someone was clapping their hands in the darkness. Under the dim moonlight, a tall shadow moved over from the wall. The owner of the shadow stood on the tall stairs, leaving only a lonely figure behind. Show people.

"Shuh—" The black-and-white photo stuck to the wallpaper wobbled and fell on the floor. When the person upstairs slowly turned his face, it was the face of Furo Miura, with pitch-black hair and a suit and leather shoes. As before.Miura Shinjiu stood there staring at his "Nightmare" in shock, "Nightmare" stared at him coldly, stepped down the steps and walked towards him slowly.

Miura Xinjiu had a throbbing pain in his forehead, staggered back two steps, turned around and saw Miura Furo from the decorative mirror standing at the door.He hugged his head and wailed, picked up a stool and smashed the mirror to pieces, and the flying debris rolled all over the floor.A sharp piece of glass scratched his forehead, and the bright red blood flowed down his cheek, blurring Miura Shinjiu's vision.

The ditty on the phonograph was still singing, white paper was scattered on the floor, the entire lobby seemed to be silent in black and white, except for Miura Shinjiu, the actor trapped in the play, only the "Nightmare" on the stairs bared his teeth and claws. Approaching him step by step.Miura Shinku held his forehead and bent over panting heavily. He trembled and shed a tear from his right eye.

At this moment, the lights in the lobby came on, the old Mr. Aoki stood on the high platform and smiled wisely, Kotoori Aoki stayed alone in the corner, silently picking up the photo of Furo Miura, his eyes were already red.The guests scattered all over the lobby stared at Miura Shinhisa with dumbfounded expressions, and gradually showed an expression of avoidance.

At that moment, "Furo Miura" standing at the stairs took out a square towel from his coat pocket and slowly wiped his face.The snow-white square scarf was stained with black and yellow mottled oil paint, which quickly melted away.The man standing there smiled lightly, and when he looked up again, Lu Liuyun in a suit and leather shoes folded the square scarf in his jacket pocket.

"It's just a small stage makeup technique, but it can easily test people's hearts. Miura Xinjiu, there are ghosts in his heart, and hell is hell when you close your eyes. You have calculated everything, but you only forgot to mention yourself. This is sad. " Lu Liuyun looked at him condescendingly, with pity and hatred in his indifferent eyes.

Miura Xinjiu was stunned on the spot and suddenly woke up, Lu Liuyun teamed up with others to fabricate a grand deception, pushed himself into it and fell to pieces.Yang Sixian had had enough of the excitement, and stood in the corner anxiously to everyone, "What are you still doing, hurry up and catch the murderer!"

The old Mr. Aoki stared at Miura Shinku coldly, and was about to raise his hand to signal the bodyguards to take him down, when the door outside was knocked open with a bang, and Hiroseto led people to rush in to protect Miura Shinku in the Behind him, he raised his head and confronted him, "Mr. Aoki, why did such a good dinner make such a mess, this is not your style."

When he said this, he deliberately glanced at Lu Liuyun, and continued to add, "No matter what the truth is, this matter is ultimately a family affair of the Miura family. Do you know what the consequences will be if you rashly attack the heir?"

Hiroseto deliberately used the word "heir" in his wording, and gave Mr. Aoki some room for control, overtly and secretly.Aoki Kotoori held a photo of Miura Furo in his arms, and was about to step forward to ask questions, but was stopped by the old Mr. Aoki.

"Kinori, this is indeed a family matter of the Miura family. You are a member of the Aoki family, so don't interfere." Mr. Aoki calmly drew the line between Aoki Kotoori and Miura Shinjiu in these words .Hirosehu knew that the two families would inevitably tear each other apart if there was a quarrel during this trip, so they both took a step back to protect themselves.

"Let's go, don't make any more decisions about Kotoori." The old Mr. Aoki waved his hand, and the bodyguard team opened the way for them. Hiroseto helped Miura Xinjiu to walk out of the gate silently.

Lu Liuyun watched Miura Xinjiu leave, although he was still unwilling, but he also understood the principle of not chasing the poor.He loosened his bow tie, exhaled heavily, and strode towards Aoki Kotoori, "Miss Aoki, I have done what I promised you, now..."

"Master Lu, you are free." Aoki Kotoori held the photo of Furo Miura wearily, and had no intention of caring about his existence.Lu Liuyun felt relieved when his wish was fulfilled, and now he couldn't wait to see Zhou Hengxi.

In the middle of the night, Hiroseto started the car at the entrance of the hospital and brought the little master home after dressing the wound.After Miura Xinjiu came out of the hotel, he didn't say a word to him, but his face was gloomy and terrible.Hiroseto glanced at him from the corner of his eye, and couldn't help but sighed, "Master, let's go back to Japan."

"No." Miura Shinjiu raised his hand and slapped the car window hard, biting his teeth so hard, "Lu Liuyun, I can't just let him go so easily."

Seeing that he was still unrepentant, Hiroseto slammed on the brakes, and Miura Shinjiu, who had a ferocious expression, was dragged forward by inertia and almost hit the front windshield.

"Hiraseto, what do you want to do!" Miura Shinku gasped in shock, turned his head and stared at Hiroseto, as if he wanted to penetrate his body with his eyes.Hirose Huren looked at him calmly in the driver's seat, "Master, do you know what you are doing?"

"Do I need you to tell me what I want to do?" Miura Xinjiu sneered, thinking that Hiroseto went crazy with him, so crazy that he didn't know his identity.

"Master, maybe you think I am a dog of the Miura family, but you are the only one who followed me from the beginning to the end." Hiroseto slightly raised the corners of his mouth and smiled sadly, both for himself and for Miura Shinjiu .They are all discarded bargaining chips. They have been living together in a foreign country all this way, and their bones have already been broken.

He tentatively stretched out his hand, trying to caress the wound on Miura Shinjiu's forehead, but his hand stopped in mid-air under Miura Shinjiu's cold eyes.

"Hiroseto, I have always looked up to you." Miura Shinhisa spit out two words lightly from his mouth, "Dirty."

"Master, I know that you only think about Lu Liuyun with all your heart, but he didn't belong to you from the very beginning." Hiroseto's words were like a sharp knife across Miura Xinjiu's heart.Seeing that the slap in Miura Shinjiu's hand was about to be slapped, Hiroseto approached him and suddenly hugged him into his arms.

Miura Xinjiu's brain roared, and he never expected that he would make such an arrogance to himself.Hiroseto hugged him tightly and didn't let go, as if to appease and restrain him.Miura Shinjiu shivered all over abruptly, sitting on the co-pilot, pushing and kicking, trying to keep a distance from Hiroseto, "Get out, get out of here."

"few……"

Snapped--

A clear and crisp slap hit his right cheek hotly. Miura Shinjiu's eyes were red, and he was trembling silently while sitting on the co-pilot, but he kept repeating the word "scroll" in his mouth.In the silent night, under the dim light and shadow, his eyes were so sharp that he seemed to want to kill someone.

Hiroseto touched the bruise on the corner of his mouth, and sat in the driver's seat with a silent wry smile.He took a deep look at Miura Shinjiu, and finally, he took the initiative to open the car door and walked down very sensibly.