Seeing that the palm of the distracted thug was about to fall on the old man's face, the old man couldn't help but glared at him and cursed: "You little bastard, aren't you ashamed to beat up an old man like me?"
"Snapped!"
A loud slap sounded.
But it was not the old man who was beaten, but the distracted thug, and the one who beat him was actually himself.
"Ouch!"
The next moment, the distracted thug let out a scream. He was a little confused and didn't know why he was beating himself.
"Grandpa, are you okay?" Murong Hongdou finally rushed to the old man's side and asked with concern on his face.
"What can happen to me? This little brat can't hurt me!" the old man said in a very disgusting manner.
Seeing this scene, Song Yan was shocked. Just now, he had been paying attention to the old man's movements, but he could not see what methods the old man used, causing the distracted thug to suddenly stop and slap himself. hand.
"Is the other party really a master who pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger?" He doubted in his heart.
Deacon Ma was a little confused when he saw this scene, and then shouted at the distracted thug: "Wushan, what are you doing? I asked you to teach this old man a lesson, not to let you hit yourself, it is embarrassing!"
"I...!" Wu Shan, the distracted thug, felt a little aggrieved. He didn't know what was going on just now, but by some mistake, he pulled back his hand and slapped himself.
Feeling the burning pain on his cheek, his eyes turned cold, and he stared at the old man and said: "Damn old man, I will kill you!"
Wushan's eyes were full of murderous intent and he punched suddenly.
"Little bastard, it seems that slap just now hasn't made you realize your mistake!" The old man sneered.
"Bang!"
With a muffled groan, Wu Shan's tall body flew out like a cannonball, flew directly out of the room, and landed in the yard.
"Wow!"
He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, looking very embarrassed.
Weird! Endless weirdness!
Because it was still him who knocked Wu Shan away. Just like before, he was about to hit the old man. Then he strangely stopped his hand and punched himself in the chest without any intention of holding back.
"What exactly is going on?"
This time, Song Yan released his spiritual consciousness. Every move in the room could not escape his detection. At the same time, he also activated his clairvoyance power, but he still could not discover how the old man controlled the distracted thug. Mindful.
Yes, he suspected that the old man used some special method to briefly control the distracted thug's mind.
Song Yan was confident that even if a jealous master did something in front of him, it would not escape his eyes. Why couldn't he find out how the old man did it? Could it be that he was an immortal-level master
The old man's methods completely shocked Deacon Ma and others, but Wu Yang, who received a slap, was quite excited, secretly thinking, the old god is the old god, and his methods are indeed extremely mysterious.
"Why don't you three try it too?"
The old man focused on the other three distracted thugs.
"no no!"
With the lesson learned from Wushan, the three of them were not stupid, so how could they not know that the old man was an expert.
Deacon Ma stared at the old man with an ugly expression: "Who are you and why do you want to make trouble here?"
"Bah!" The old man spat on the ground and said disdainfully: "You guys really can't speak. We are obviously here to buy a house. How come we turn into troublemakers in your mouth?"
"Go away, we won't sell that mansion!" Deacon Ma said in horror.
"Hehe, if your shopkeeper knew that you were driving customers away, I wonder how he would deal with you?" The old man sneered: "Okay, I don't want to argue with a junior like you, tell me, how many spiritual crystals does that haunted house have? Sell!"
Deacon Ma hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "At least 20,000!"
"Ten thousand!" The old man slowly quoted a price.
Deacon Ma almost jumped up when he heard the old man's quotation: "Impossible, this price is too low!"
"Then don't blame me for helping you promote this haunted house. When the house falls into your hands, you won't be able to sell it even for ten thousand!" the old man said confidently.
"That's our business too, go away!" Deacon Ma waved his hand. This old fortune teller was too weird and he didn't want to talk to him anymore.
"Ma Yuan, what do you mean? Who gives you the right to drive away guests?" At this moment, a young man in brocade clothes strode in and asked Deacon Ma with an unkind expression.
As soon as he saw this young man in brocade clothes, Butler Ma's expression changed drastically, and he quickly stepped forward to salute and greet: "I've met the young master!"
"Let me ask you, why do you want to drive away the guests?" Mr. Jin Yi asked, still looking unkind.
"Sir, it's not that my subordinates drove them away intentionally, but this old gentleman is messing around here. For the mansion in the West City, he offered 10,000 top-quality spiritual crystals. You know, the price we took over was more than 10,000! "Deacon Ma said extremely aggrieved.
"Oh, is that so?" The young man in brocade looked cold.
"Master, I don't dare to tell any lies! Please be careful, Master!"
"Hmph!" Mr. Jinyi snorted coldly and stared at the old man: "Old man, do you know whose property this dental shop belongs to? Are you tired of coming to my place to cause trouble?"
"Hehe, here comes another little brat who doesn't know how to respect the old man!" The old man said calmly, not taking Mr. Jinyi seriously at all.
Seeing that the old man was disrespectful to his young master, Manager Ma saw an opportunity to please his young master. He quickly jumped out and pointed at the old man and cursed: "Old man, you are so presumptuous. My young master is the third son of the prefect of Wei. Keep your dog eyes open to see clearly." Come on, how can you afford my young master!"
"Tsk, tsk, the son of Magistrate Wei is so majestic and evil!"
At this moment, a discordant voice sounded.
"Who is it? Come in here!" Mr. Jinyi was furious.
"Wei Laosan, your temper is really getting louder and louder. My master has come in, how are you doing?" At this moment, a handsome man stepped in and looked at the master in brocade clothes with disdain.
As soon as he saw the other party's appearance clearly, Master Jin Yi's expression suddenly changed and he bowed: "Ah, Master Dongfang, it's you. I didn't know it was you. I made a mistake just now. Please forgive me!"
Yes, the visitor is none other than Oriental Jade Cypress.
Dongfang Yubai ignored Mr. Jinyi at all, strode to Song Yan, smiled and said: "Brother Song, if you want to buy a house, why didn't you tell me earlier, I will just give you one as a gift!"
"Brother Dongfang, you're polite!" Song Yan stood up and said.
Dongfang Yubai smiled and said: "You and I don't need to be polite. Come and follow me. I happen to have an unused house. Go and have a look. If it doesn't suit you, go to my dental shop to choose!"
Song Yan pondered for a moment and then said, "Since Brother Dongfang has good intentions, I won't be polite!"
The young master of the Wei family on the side couldn't help but trembled when he saw this. Even Dongfang Yubai took the initiative to send someone to the house. How could his origins be simple? For a moment, he glared at Deacon Ma with great dissatisfaction and thought to himself, he will definitely wait for this incident. Gotta teach this guy a lesson.
Deacon Ma was completely dumbfounded, and felt even more inexplicable regret in his heart. He knew Dongfang Yubai, the son of General Dongfang, a dandy in the imperial capital, and even his own son wanted to fawn over him.
But I have offended Young Master Dongfang's friends, and I'm afraid that Young Master Dongfang won't give him good things to eat.
Author's digression: First update, thank you to the five people in the account Yelongxingtianxiatd92985623xinyiwuimingtuguatai for their generous reward (to be continued)