Qiao Mu heard this and glanced at Fang Yuan.
Fang Yuan was born into a merchant family. Although he was young, he was careful and thoughtful.
but...
"You kid, you are so young, why are you so cautious? Aren't you too cautious?" Qiao Mu frowned:
"Let me ask you, is it possible to hide the fact that you, Fang Yuan, are a jailer in the Heavenly Prison from Wan Ronghua's eyes and ears?"
Fang Yuan's eyes widened slightly, and he was obviously stunned.
"Obviously he couldn't be hidden from this." He said a little frustrated.
Wan Ronghua and the Sword Ghost, the Wan family's worshiper, were the enemies who destroyed his family.
If Wan Ronghua wanted to find out, he, a mere jailer, would not be able to hide it.
Now his enemies don't kill him completely, it's just that he, a jailer of the Heavenly Prison, is not worthy of Wan Ronghua's attention at all.
"So, don't take yourself too seriously." Qiao Mu narrowed his eyes and talked about the past:
"I used to have a friend who was my lifelong friend. He was also a man who looked ahead and behind before doing anything, and would make plans before taking action. Later, he realized that a thousand calculations were not as good as a word of recklessness. It was because he thought too much about everything that he lost the courage of a warrior and lost the initiative. That's why my friend was killed by a villain."
"Of course, what I said is not a lecture based on my seniority. If you don't like it, you can just ignore it. Because to put it bluntly, whether to take revenge or not, or when to buy your Fang family's mansion, is your business."
"And I am just an outsider. The decision is yours."
If Fang Yuan continues to hesitate, Qiao Mu will naturally find other ways to contact Wan Ronghua and the sword ghost who kills people with his eyes.
Fang Yuan looked at Qiao Mu, who looked old and had a look of nostalgia in his eyes, and his face was moved.
I heard that Mr. Qiao is already 90 years old. At his age, most of his friends have already passed away.
And for a 90-year-old man, just recalling the tragic death of his friend, who had shared his life with him, must be a cruel act of opening his own scars.
And this senior Qiao dug his own wounds just to help him make up his mind, which also warmed his heart.
Fang Yuan did not make a decision immediately, but thought about it carefully for a long time.
It was not until Qiao Mu could no longer help but stand up and prepare to leave first, asking him to think carefully, that he finally spoke:
"I think... I understand."
"Actually, I'm just scared." He said self-deprecatingly:
"If I take the first step towards revenge, I might attract Wan Ronghua's hostility... It would be better for me to continue to be a coward and practice my magic skills for decades."
No matter how smart he is, Fang Yuan is actually just a young man in his twenties.
It's normal to feel hesitant and fearful when faced with big events.
And wait a few more decades... How many decades do we have in life
Time is the most ruthless.
Even if Fang Yuan becomes a martial artist with spiritual cultivation a few decades later, what would that matter
He redeemed the ancestral home because he actually regarded it as a beacon and had some hope in his heart. He thought that as long as he bought back the ancestral home, his younger sister might come back... right
If a few decades pass, let alone the younger sister becoming the older sister, given the average life expectancy of the people of the Great Yan Dynasty, it is hard to say whether the younger sister can live to that time.
so...
"Buy a house as early as possible." Fang Yuan came to this conclusion.
Qiao Mu:... ..
"Senior Qiao, why don't we buy a house today? I have the money ready." Fang Yuan said seriously.
"Did my words lead you astray?" Qiao Mu began to reflect.
It's so strange, when did he change his job to real estate sales
"No, no, no, it's not what Senior Qiao said that made me change my mind." Fang Yuan's eyes were bright and he said firmly:
"It's just that I finally saw the fear in my heart."
"This is a decision made by me, Fang Yuan. It has nothing to do with Senior Qiao." Fang Yuan said with a smile:
"Allow me to repeat a statement that may be a little rude."
"Senior Qiao, don't take yourself too seriously. This is of course my own decision."
"Oh------since it has nothing to do with me, then I'll leave?" Qiao Mu pretended to leave.
"No, Senior Qiao, I was just joking. I was rude." Fang Yuan suddenly became anxious.
Chatting and joking with this young man in his twenties made Qiao Mu, who had been pretending to be a middle-aged or elderly person for a long time, feel a rare sense of relaxation.
In fact, if we talk about actual age, Qiao Mu’s age is about the same as Fang Yuan’s.
"Then let's talk about the next actions in detail." Qiumu stopped.
"After I find the Blood Moon Picture in your old house, I will take it away and release the news about the Blood Moon Picture at the same time." Qiao Mu said:
"Judging from the attitude of the Spiritual Refining Warrior Sword Ghost towards the Blood Sun Map, I'm sure he will also be eager to get the Blood Moon Map so that we can lure the snake out of its hole."
"By then, the truth will be revealed." Qiao Mu said confidently.
"Senior Qiao is so confident that he can deal with that sword ghost, the spirit-refining warrior. I heard that he is a third-grade warrior?" Fang Yuan asked doubtfully.
Fang Yuan was only a ninth-rank warrior at this time. Qiao Mu and Jian Gui's levels were too far away from him. He could not tell Qiao Mu's strength, nor did he know who was stronger between them.
Of course...Qiaomu doesn't know either.
If you win, it's revenge; if you lose, you get a resurrection coin and start over!
"So, what do the younger generation need to do?" Fang Yuan asked.
"Saving money to buy a house and finding the blood moon map is your biggest task," Qiao Mu said.
This made Fang Yuan stunned again... He never expected that he, the victim, was just a minor supporting role in this revenge plan who saved money to buy a house.
From what I heard, the one who was used as bait was Qiao Mu, who took the Blood Moon Map away. Was it Qiao Mu who fought desperately with the Sword Ghost? Was it Qiao Mu who provoked Wan Ronghua
He shoulders all the responsibility for good and bad things
"At this point, don't be polite to me." Qiao Mu smiled faintly:
"I am actually just curious about what kind of treasures the Blood Moon Map and Blood Sun Map are. Helping you with revenge is just a side job."
"After all, my martial arts skills are unparalleled. Sooner or later, I will become the best in the world. Killing a mere third-grade sword ghost shouldn't be a piece of cake for me, right?"
Fang Yuan was slightly surprised.
"I will speak frankly and will not give you face." Qiao Mu said bluntly:
"Fang Yuan, with your current strength, you are still too weak."
"I'm not judging whether it's right or wrong for you to continue to practice in seclusion."
"But right now, there is a better solution before you and me."
"That's... let me do it."
I will take the blame and I will die, and I will hold the hatred firmly.
Fang Yuan just needs to watch.
If you are weak, take a rest.
I'm strong, so I'll take care of it.
Fang Yuan blinked and was moved.
What does "There is a better solution between you and me" mean
This is clearly Fang Yuan’s private matter!
And his solution was to let Fang Yuan stand aside and let this old senior take over
Fang Yuan remained silent for a long time.
Just like before, he didn't ask Qiao Mu how he managed to make the old house haunted, nor did he ask Qiao Mu's reasons.
But he couldn't help but take a deep look at the old senior in front of him who was over 90 years old, and his heart was truly touched.
"Such behavior is really desirable." He sighed in his heart.
.
An hour later.
In front of the gate of the Dongfang family’s old house in the city.
The square-faced middle-aged man from the Wan family was looking at the young jailer Fang Yuan beside him:
"Mr. Fang Yuan, have you really decided to buy this old house?"
The middle-aged man frowned slightly, raised his chin slightly, and looked down at the young man in front of him.
Before Fang Yuan proposed to buy the Fang family's old house, he also roughly checked Fang Yuan's background.
I discovered that this Fangyuan was indeed closely connected with their Wanjia Chamber of Commerce.
"I've made up my mind." Fang Yuan nodded and took out a bag of silver that he had prepared in advance, a total of five hundred taels of silver.
The market value of the Fang family's old house was about five thousand taels of silver before it plummeted due to the haunting incident.
One tenth, that is five hundred taels of silver.
In fact, when Fang Yuan was in the Heavenly Prison before, he exchanged two hundred taels of silver with "Qiao Zhong" for a martial arts technique. Now he still has about eight hundred taels of his own money on hand.
If he needed money, he could try to borrow some, and could get together at most a thousand taels of silver.
For Fang Yuan at his age, this is quite rare.
After all, Captain Qiao of Heyang Prefecture was unable to become a military official due to his background, and he spent half his entire life trying to raise the one thousand taels of silver to redeem his father.
"Wait a minute, Mr. Fang Yuan, you may have misunderstood." The middle-aged man smiled and said:
"Five hundred taels was the market price some time ago. This house is not worth that much now. It must be... seven hundred taels."
"Are you asking for a higher price?" Fang Yuan frowned slightly.
Judging from the middle-aged man's words and actions, he probably already knew his identity. He knew that he wanted to redeem the ancestral home, so he deliberately raised the price to disgust him.
"Seven hundred taels is seven hundred taels, that's it. Do you want to sign another life and death agreement?" Fang Yuan said sarcastically.
"Haha, Mr. Fang Yuan is really generous... This is the house deed." The middle-aged man smiled and ordered his subordinates to take out the deed that had been prepared in advance.
Fang Yuan didn't care about the two hundred taels.
After all, the original price of the ancestral home was five thousand taels, and he had made a lot of money because of Qiao Mu's trouble.
It would be fine to let the Fang family eat another two hundred taels.
The deal was done and both parties were very satisfied.
For the Wan family, owning such a well-known haunted house is a hot potato, and they can't wait to sell it.
Being able to earn an extra two hundred taels of silver was already a pleasant surprise.
"If I had known that this kid was so concerned about his ancestral home, I should have asked for a higher price. But I still lacked some courage." The middle-aged man felt a little better. He looked back at the old house and quickened his pace to leave.
He didn't want to stay in such a haunted place any longer.
"This kid wants to take back his ancestral home during the chaos? I don't know if he has the luck to do so." The middle-aged man sneered.
He did not connect the haunting incident with Fang Yuan.
Because Fang Yuan is just a jailer in Tianlao, which is a good job for ordinary people, but in the eyes of the Wan family, one of the four richest businessmen in the imperial capital, it is just average.
How could a person like Fang Yuan be connected with that haunted incident
After all, among the tenants who died tragically because of moving into the old house, there was even a fourth-rank warrior. It would be too absurd to say that a person like Fang Yuan was involved in this matter just for an old house.
... .
Fang Yuan took the key, opened the gate of the house, and walked into this haunted house which has become famous recently.
The furnishings and layout of the house gradually overlapped with his childhood memories. He stared at them, and memories unconsciously surged in his mind.
This old house is still the same as before. Except for one thing, there is some dark red... bloodstains on the floor of the hall
Fang Yuan's expression looked a little strange, and he couldn't help but glance at Qiao Mu beside him.
Qiao Mu looked straight ahead, coughed lightly and said: