"Fuck, two years!" These words shook Lin Jiusheng's eyes pale.
I thought it was only a few months, but I didn't expect it to be two years.
"Your Taoism is too low. If you have a stronger Taoism, but not so, if I use it, I will only take two months." Zhou Xin said flatly.
Hearing these words, my chest was a bit blocked, but I didn't expect it to be even more blocked, and Lin Jiusheng almost vomited blood.
No wonder Zhou Xin didn't ask for a candle dagger when she went to the cemetery before, and Lin Jiusheng understood it all at once.
Although the fire candle dagger is powerful, it has to be useful.
Last time I didn’t know how much life was lost, this time it was two years again.
If you continue to use it, he is afraid that he will die prematurely.
Lin Jiusheng touched the fire candle dagger in his mouth, trying to lose the fire candle dagger.
After thinking for a while, Lin Jiusheng still endured it.
After Zhou Xin helped him get into the car, Liu Shanshan and Gao Qingyuan looked at him nervously, and Lin Jiusheng waved his hands and said it was all right.
"Where to go?" Zhou Xin turned her head and said to him.
"Go to the coffin shop." Lin Jiusheng said, telling her the address of the old money.
Zhou Xin nodded and said something to sit still.
"By the way, is there any news from the lower part of Maoshan's Secret Technique?" Lin Jiusheng sat and rested for a while, feeling better, then slowly said.
Hearing Lin Jiusheng's words, Zhou Xin fell silent a little.
"You won't frame me." When Zhou Xin fell silent, Lin Jiusheng's chest became even more blocked.
He spent two years of life for this incident, and he has become this kind of thing. If Zhou Xinyu lied to him, Lin Jiusheng would really do his best.
"No, but I advise you to give up. I do have news from the lower part of Maoshan's Secret Art. It's on a powerful old way." Zhou Xin said slowly.
Lin Jiusheng remained silent and waited for Zhou Xin to continue saying, "That old way is not a good person, the way is quite powerful, and he will also look for the secret technique of the lower Maoshan. If you know that it is in your hands, maybe your life may be gone, I suggest You have to forget it, and give up the Secret Art of Lower Maoshan."
Speaking of the latter, Zhou Xin said a few more poignant words.
Lin Jiusheng chuckled lightly and told him to give up. How could this be possible.
The Maoshan Secret Art is very important to him, and it is also extremely important to the dead Nine Spirits.
That was his wish before he died.
No matter what the cost, even if he died, Lin Jiusheng would find Maoshan's secret technique.
"Do you know the address of the old way?" Lin Jiusheng raised his head, glanced at the scenery outside and said.
"You really don't want to survive?" Zhou Xin frowned slightly.
"I'm not working hard with him, first go to understand the situation." Lin Jiusheng said softly, made up his mind in his heart, after understanding clearly, if he was not prepared, he could steal the Maoshan Secret Art back, and then ran away. .
But this is just the idea in his mind, it is very difficult to really do it.
Zhou Xin glanced at him, "I'll talk about it then."
This sentence instantly made Lin Jiusheng upset. When I promised you, I just did it and asked about the address of such a mother-in-law.
"Big Brother Lin, Sister Zhou is right, or you can take care of the injury first, and then do other things." Liu Shanshan said from the side.
Lin Jiusheng hummed softly, which was true.
Now his face is very pale, and his body is even weaker. With this physical condition, it is no different from looking for death.
Zhou Xin quickly sent Lin Jiusheng to the coffin shop. Hearing the sound of car horns, Old Qian walked out of the room.
These days, the old money can be said to be very sad.
He found that the more he likes money, the faster the money will run. The 500,000 yuan he had desperately won is gone now, and it is paid to others.
Especially the day before yesterday, when he drove his pickup truck, an old man rushed over and slammed into the front of his car.
The old man slammed and said hoarsely: "Oh, my foot is broken."
Old Qian couldn't understand that this old thing was touching porcelain, but the pickup truck didn't have a driving recorder at all, and there was no surveillance video around it.
This can make the old money miserable. There are more and more people, and those people indiscriminately criticize him.
There was no way to take the old man to check, and it cost him a lot of money.
On the way back from the hospital, the old money cried.
Seeing Lin Jiusheng sitting in a luxury car, several beautiful girls got out of the car, which made Old Qian too envious.
He’s still a bachelor in his early thirties.
Lonely.
Looking at Lin Jiusheng's pale face, the woman following him was still holding his back behind him, and looking closely, it was his back, obviously the kidney.
Walking to support the kidney, his face was pale. This is obviously an overuse of the kidney.
"Okay, I have been tricked into a dog these days, but you hug left and right, and there are so many beautiful women to accompany you." The old Qian cursed inwardly, but he walked over with a smile on his face.
"Lao Jiu, you are so cool these days." Old Qian said to Lin Jiusheng cheerfully.
Lin Jiusheng rolled his eyes and made a hammer, and lost his life for two years.
After handing Lin Jiusheng to the old money, Zhou Xin slowly said: "He has spent two years of life, and now he is very weak. You can buy some chickens and ducks to make soup for him, and I will come back in two days."
Zhou Xin waved her hand to Liu Shanshan behind her, and asked Liu Shanshan to follow her quickly.
Before leaving, Liu Shanshan still whispered: "Be careful."
This sentence makes old Qian too envious.
Lin Jiusheng raised his head and looked at the house.
I was a little speechless in my heart. With so much money to decorate, only half of the house was renovated, and the remaining half was not renovated at all.
"Lao Jiu, I still have a job at hand, or let's do it." Old Qian said cheerfully, opening a small book in his hand.
Hearing Old Qian's words, Lin Jiusheng couldn't help rolling his eyes at him. He had lost more than half of his life, and he was thinking about making money.
"Wait until I recover." Lin Jiusheng took a deep breath and said.
"That's true, I'm impatient." Old Qian chuckled lightly.
According to what Zhou Xin had said, Lao Qian hurriedly bought a few chickens and ducks for Lin Jiusheng at the vegetable market.
Now Lin Jiusheng is his God of Wealth, if something happens, it will be unlucky.
If the old money knew that Lin Jiusheng had committed a lack of money, even if he couldn't make money with him, he would get more and more money.
It is estimated that the old money who knows the truth will leave tears of regret, and point to Lin Jiusheng's forehead and yell "losing money!"
Lin Jiusheng held the mirror and looked at it for a long time. His face became paler and paler. The more he looked down, he found that he seemed to be several years old.
He was in his early twenties, but now he looks like he is twenty-five years old.
(End of this chapter)