I, the Judge of the Underworld, Will Determine Life and Death with a Piece of Paper!

　　"But I usually know some friends and help them see Fengshui Yinzhai."

　　"I don't like to receive money either, so they thought of ways to send some gifts."

　　Wang Yifan casually pointed in the room.

　　"Most of the things in this house were given by others!"

　　Hearing this, Tang Jixiong was even more shocked.

　　Talk about money, talk about gifts.

　　He is an expert.

　　It is said that the tea table of huanghuali wood under his hand is over a million properly.

　　This is how much I owe to give a gift of this level.

　　Tang Jixiong's eyes began to scan the house.

　　Several things were quickly discovered.

　　Qingguan kilns with thin waists and large pots, gilded Buddha statues, and tin-colored horse pots.

　　If Tang Jixiong didn't know that these antiques came from different years and different regions.

　　He was sure to think that Wang Yifan had something to do with the Doudou family!

　　At this moment, Tang Jixiong's eyes were fixed on a painting in the house.

　　I saw a three-foot scroll hanging in the main hall of the house.

　　It depicts a black-faced general holding a sword.

　　see this painting.

　　Tang Jixiong couldn't help but "Huh".

　　Guan Daoqi is often referred to as the Qinglong Yanyue Dao. Because it is Guan Yu's famous weapon, it is called Guan Dao.

　　The normal ancient paintings should be Guan Yu holding a knife, or Guan Yu reading Spring and Autumn under the moon.

　　So it stands to reason that Guan Erye should have a red face in Tsing Yi.

　　But why is this painting a black-faced general?

　　And the painting is still hanging in the middle of the main hall.

　　Apparently very precious to the owner.

　　It can't be wrong.

　　Tang Jixiong muttered in his heart, and turned his head to look like Wang Yifan: "Wang Shenxian, which general is pictured in this painting?"

　　I saw Tang Jixiong mention this painting.

　　Wang Yifan's eyes showed a dull expression.

　　"I said, Boss Tang, your eyesight is good! The most precious thing in this room is this painting!"

　　....................

　　(PS: During the new book period, all kinds of tickets are urgently needed, asking for flowers! Ask for evaluation tickets!).

Chapter 19

　　Tang Jixiong was taken aback.

　　This painting that he thinks is problematic is actually still a treasure?

　　You must know that other antiques in this room are auctioned at the auction house, and the minimum price is hundreds of thousands!

　　Is there anything special about this painting?

　　Was Wang Yifan actually said to be the only treasure in the house?

　　Tang Jixiong was even more curious: "Wang Shenxian, who exactly is this painting?"

　　Wang Yifan smiled slightly and poured the water from the pot that had just boiled into the teacup in front of Tang Jixiong.

　　"This painting was handed down by my ancestors, and the painting is of General Zhou Cang Zhou Yuanfu!"

　　Tang Jixiong patted his head.

　　"Zhou Cang's back knife picture?"

　　"Ouch! How could I forget about this!"

　　Zhou Cang was Guan Yu's subordinate general, and he usually held a knife for Guan Yu.

　　However, after knowing that this painting is Zhou Cang.

　　Tang Jixiong was even more curious.

　　Wang Yifan put Guan Yu, the "Martial Sage", away from him. What did he do for his subordinates?

　　Isn't that the same as not worshiping Guanyin, but worshipping the golden boy and girl beside him?

　　Tang Jixiong was about to open his mouth to ask.

　　But he saw Wang Yifan knocking on the table and saying, "Boss Tang, let's talk about your parents' relocation of the graves!"

　　Wang Yifan reminded me.

　　Tang Jixiong patted his head, and then he reacted.

　　Wang Yifan exudes mystery everywhere, like a book that he can't understand.

　　I was looking at Wang Yifan's background.

　　But he forgot the purpose of his coming here.

　　"Whoops, I almost forgot my business!"

　　Tang Jixiong cleared his throat and said, "Wang Shenxian, when are you going to help my parents move their graves? Let's see an auspicious day!"

　　Hearing this, Wang Yifan sneered at the corner of his mouth.

　　He picked up the tea on the table and took a sip.

　　"There is a saying in the ancients that 'divide gold to fix acupoints, move tombs and erect monuments', but there is an order in the middle."

　　"As the saying goes, a radish is a pit. We have to look at the new site first before we can move the old graves of our parents!"

　　Hearing this, Tang Jixiong patted his head again.

　　I was really confused by all kinds of ghosts today.

　　Before the new tomb was optimistic, the old parents were invited out of the old tomb.

　　At that time, where will the two elders be placed?

　　It can't be left in the open air anyway!

　　Tang Jixiong's face turned serious: "Wang Shenxian, my hometown is in Pan'an County, just over [-] kilometers away from our Linhai City!"

　　"It's better to hit the sun if you choose a day, you have to be free, or we will tomorrow..."

　　Tang Jixiong's words were half finished.

　　A sudden voice suddenly sounded from outside the door.

　　"Clang clang clang!"

　　It sounded like a knock on the door.

　　Tang Jixiong said, "Wang Shenxian, someone knocked on the door!"

　　But Wang Yifan didn't move, as if he didn't hear half of it at all, he said with a smile.

　　"Leave him alone, you go on."

　　Tang Jixiong nodded: "I mean, let's set off tomorrow and go to my Zulin..."

　　"Clang clang clang!"

　　Tang Jixiong's words were half finished.

　　It was interrupted by another knock on the door.

　　"Wang... Immortal Wang."

　　Looking at Wang Yifan who was still pouring tea leisurely beside him.

　　Just experienced so many supernatural events today.

　　No matter how dumb he was, at this moment, Tang Jixiong realized that something was wrong.

　　He opened his mouth and shouted out the door with his neck stuck.

　　"Who...who?"

　　At this moment, the knocking on the door stopped abruptly.

　　All around, you could hear the needle drop for an instant.

　　It took two full minutes.

　　Suddenly, a woman's soft voice came from outside the door.

　　"Excuse me, is Mr. Wang at home?"

　　"Little girl Guan Shuxue, I'm looking for you for something!"

　　Following this sentence, Tang Jixiong clearly felt a damp dampness mixed with a misty yin qi.

　　Infiltrated through the door.

　　Only a few seconds.

　　On the tiles of Wang Yifan's room, a layer of autumn frost-like dew has formed.

　　Saw someone talking outside the door.

　　Tang Jixiong let out a long breath.