The Emperor's Life of a Wretched Man

When Long Wu brought Wu Ding and Cai Congwen back to the manager's office, Zhao Xiaohua looked up blankly, looked at him with contempt, and suddenly asked Solo:

"Boy Suo... tell me, with Long Wu's outfit and wretched appearance, how can a group of middle-aged and elderly women crowd around his ass all day, but I can't be as handsome as me?"

"Fuck...Old Zhaotou, I respect you as an expert, if you can't beat you, you don't have to be so jealous of me..." Long Wu rolled his eyes, returned to his boss's desk, took a bottle of red wine and opened it. irrigation.

"Solo didn't answer Zhao Xiaohua's words, stood up and came to Long Wu: "Master Wu, get me a cup!"

"Fuck! No..." Long Wu held the red wine on the table in his arms with a vigilant expression...

Solo directly gave Long Wu a middle finger, then went to get a bottle of red wine by himself, and four wine glasses came to the sofa...

Cai Congwen ran over to help Solo, but Solo waved his hand to signal him to come: "No, you all worked hard, I'll come..."

So Luo opened the wine and poured half a glass each for Wu Ding, Cai Congwen, and Tang Ling. After thinking about it, he didn't pour himself any wine, and directly held the wine bottle to signal to everyone to toast together.

Zhao Xiaohua glanced at Solo, who drank high-quality red wine as a buffalo, with a look of contempt again, and then suddenly asked: "When will you do what you promised me? Don't lie to me, or I will follow what you said before." kill you……"

"Hey...Old Zhaotou, since I dare to invite you as a great god, then I will naturally satisfy you, and I will help you solve the matter I promised you today, but do you remember what you said?" Solo said Said.

"Remember, I said: 'If I can see Ruhua, I will give you my life...' But you have to take care of me!" Zhao Xiaohua said.

"There are a lot of people who want to take care of your old age. I am honored to have such an opportunity..." Solo smiled, showing his beautiful teeth.

"Then what are you waiting for? Now I just want to see the person I want to meet..." Zhao Xiaohua suddenly became excited, and there seemed to be tears in her eyes...

After listening to Zhao Xiaohua's words, Solo stretched out his hand. Zhao Xiaohua glanced at Solo, and immediately stood up. With trembling hands, he began to take off his pants. Tang Ling turned around in fright, and took a sip. .

Under the surprised eyes of everyone, Zhao Xiaohua finally took off her trousers, revealing a pair of anti-theft underwear that had been washed all white, opened the zipper, and took out a yellowed black and white photo and handed it to Solo... …

Solo pinched his nose and took the photo. There was a photo of a man with big braids on the photo.

The man looked only about thirty years old, with a blue-shaven beard, but with earrings on both ears, thick eyebrows and big eyes, but his chest was really bulging.

"he is……"

"flowery……"

"female?"

"What eyes do you have? Can't you see such a beautiful woman?"

"Uh... Mr. Zhao's aesthetic point of view is really different, a master... a master..." Solo wiped the cold sweat off his brow, and handed the photo to Long Wu, Wu Ding and Cai Congwen who surrounded him...

Uh……

vomit……

The three big men immediately bent down and vomited desperately...

"Give me back the jade photo..."

Zhao Xiaohua immediately reached out and took the photo back from Long Wu's hands, put it back into her anti-theft pants, and began to lift her pants...

"Have you seen it clearly? Do you need to look again?" Zhao Xiaohua stopped halfway through the pants and asked Solo.

"No, your lover looks quite distinctive, I'm afraid it will be a little difficult to forget in this life after reading it once..." Sooma immediately waved his hand to signal Zhao Xiaohua to pull up his pants...

"Wuding, go and get me half a pot of fresh chicken blood right away, as well as three animal sacrifices, joss sticks, paper horses, picks, and shovels, and put them in my car. Call me after you're done..." Solo directed at Wuding commanded.

"Okay..." Wu Ding promised, then turned and left...

After Wu Ding left, the room fell into silence again. Zhao Xiaohua sat back again, glanced at Solo, and drank red wine one after another.

Long Wu stretched out his hand and pulled Solo aside to bite his ear, while Tang Ling still followed Solo with a murderous look on his face...

Wu Ding's movements were very swift, but half an hour later he called Solo, saying that everything was ready.

Solo asked Long Wu to bring some food and took Tang Ling, Zhao Xiaohua, and Long Wu out. Tang Ling drove Solo, Wu Ding drove Long Wu and Zhao Xiaohua, and Cai Congwen stayed in the nightclub to take care of the scene.

There is a rolling hill to the southwest of Yanjing City, and there is a mass grave in a mountain ring not far from the mountain. Zhao Xiaohua said that Ru Hua was buried here when she died.

When he came back a few years later, he only heard from neighbors that someone had buried Ruhua here. After searching for a long time, he couldn't be sure where Ruhua's grave was.

The moon was dark and the wind was high. After arriving at this mass grave, it was already past nine o'clock at night. Solo looked up at the stars, then asked Wu Ding to bring down the food and found a flat place to put the things away.

Long Wu and Wu Ding picked up some dry firewood and lit a bonfire to illuminate the sky. The flickering light made this huge cemetery look eerie.

"Fifth Master, please accompany Master Zhao to have something to eat first, Tang Ling will stay, and Wu Ding will accompany me out for a walk..." So Luo said, looking at the dark cemetery in the distance.

"Yes..." Wu Ding still followed Solo closely with a dead face, while Tang Ling did not obey Solo's order and still followed Solo.

As an assassin, she is never afraid of ghosts and gods. If she has amazing skills, even if others are willing to pay her to assassinate evil ghosts and gods, she will not frown.

The art of kanyu acupuncture is the most basic course for onmyojis, but it is almost impossible to accurately point out the tomb of Ruhua who has been dead for more than ten years in the mass grave, at least Zhao Xiaohua will not will believe.

At that time, he carried a pickaxe and frantically planed dozens of tombs, but he couldn't find his Ruhua, let alone the positioning prepared with the naked eye.

So Luo took Tang Ling and Wu Ding around in a big circle in the huge cemetery. So Luo made a show of making a fuss and chanted incantations.

But Solo really wasn't doing it, no matter if he was pretending to be a ghost or he was really doing his best, he really made the hilltop feel creepy and gloomy.

It wasn't until ten o'clock that Solo brought Tang Ling and Wu Ding back to Zhao Xiaohua's group.

Zhao Xiaohua drank the wine desperately, while Long Wu lay on the side, dozing off with his legs up and a bottle of red wine in his arms.

After the three of Solo came back, they sat down directly. Solo picked up a bottle of wine and threw it to Wu Ding. Wu Ding shook his head and put the wine back.

So Luo didn't care, picked up a bottle of wine again and took a big sip, then raised his head and glanced at Zhao Xiaohua: "Old Zhao, can I have a discussion with you?"

"Let go..." Zhao Xiaohua said very bluntly.