Kill me a few more times and I'll be invincible

"You kid, you are young next year, how can you be so thoughtful and overthinking things?" Qiao Mu frowned:

"Let me ask you now, is it possible for you to hide from Wan Ronghua's eyes and ears that Fang Yuan is a jailer in the sky prison?"

Fang Yuan's eyes widened slightly, obviously startled.

"Obviously this can't be hidden from him." He was slightly frustrated.

Wan Ronghua, and his Wan family's enshrined sword ghost, are the enemies who ruined his family.

If Wan Ronghua wanted to inquire, he, a mere jailer, couldn't hide it.

If the enemy doesn't kill him now, it's just that he, the jailer of the Heavenly Prison, can't get into Wan Ronghua's eyes 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 life-long friendship. He also likes to look forward and backward when doing things, and make decisions before acting. Only later did he realize that all kinds of calculations are not as good as a word of recklessness. It is because of thinking too much about everything and losing the bravery of a warrior. I lost my chance, so my friend has been killed by the gangster."

"Of course, what I said is not a preaching of relying on the old to sell the old. If you don't like it, you can ignore it. Because the so-called revenge or not, or when to buy your Fang family's mansion, is your business."

"And I'm just an outsider, the decision is up to you."

If Fangyuan continued to hesitate, Qiao Mu would naturally find other ways to contact Wan Ronghua and the sword ghost who killed people with his eyes.

Fang Yuan couldn't help but look at the old Qiao Mu with a look of nostalgia in his eyes.

Senior Qiao is said to be 90 years old. At his age, most of his friends have already died.

And the friend who died and made friends tragically died at the hands of the villain. For the old man in his nineties, just recalling this past event must be a kind of cruelty that exposes his scars.

And this senior Qiao, since he dug his wounds, was just to help him make up his mind, which warmed his heart.

Fang Yuan did not make a decision right away, but thought carefully for a long time.

It wasn't until Qiao Mu couldn't bear to stand up and was about to leave first, and let him think about it, he finally said:

"The junior probably...understands."

"Actually, I'm just scared." He laughed at himself:

"If you take the first step of this revenge, you may attract Wan Ronghua's hostility... It's better to continue to be a shrinking turtle and practice magic skills for decades."

No matter how thoughtful he is, Fang Yuan is actually just a young man in his 20s.

When encountering major events, it is normal to hesitate and fear.

And wait a few more decades... How many decades are there in life?

Time is the most merciless.

Decades later, even if Fang Yuan became a martial artist, so what?

When he redeemed the ancestral house, he actually used the ancestral house as a lighthouse. He had some hope in his heart. He felt that as long as he bought the ancestral house back, maybe the younger sister would come back... right?

If it takes another few decades, not to mention that the younger sister will become an older sister, with 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 such a conclusion.

arbor:.....

"Senior Qiao, why not buy a house today, my money is ready." Fang Yuan said seriously.

"Did my words lead you astray?" Qiao Mu began to reflect.

It's strange, when did he change his job to real estate sales.

"No, no, it's not the words of Senior Qiao 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 my decision made by Fang Yuan, and it has nothing to do with Senior Qiao." Fang Yuan said with a smile:

"Let the junior repeat a sentence that may be a bit 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, how about I go?" Qiao Mu made a gesture to leave.

"No, Senior Qiao, I was joking just now, I was rude." Fang Yuan suddenly became anxious.

Talking and joking with this young man in his 20s gave Qiao Mu, who had been pretending to be a middle-aged man for a long time, a rare relaxation in his heart.

In fact, in terms of actual age, Qiao Mu's age is actually similar to this Fangyuan.

"Then let's talk about the next action in detail." Qiao Mu stopped.

"After I find the blood moon map in your old house, I will take this picture away and release news about the blood moon map at the same time." Qiao Mu said:

"Judging from the attitude of that cultivator, martial artist, and sword ghost towards the Blood Sun Map, he must be eager to get the Blood Moon Map, so that he can lure the snake out of the hole."

"At that time, I will see the truth under my hand." Qiao Mu said confidently.

"Senior Qiao is so confident that he can deal with that god-cultivating martial artist and sword ghost. I heard that he is a third-rank?" Fang Yuan asked doubtfully.

At this time, Fang Yuan was only a ninth-rank martial artist, and the levels of Qiao Mu and Sword Demon were still too far away from him. He couldn't see the depth of Qiao Mu, and he didn't know whether Qiao Mu or Sword Ghost was stronger or weaker.

Of course... Qiao Mu didn't know either.

If you win, you will take revenge, if you lose, you will send out a resurrection coin to start over!

"So, what should this junior do?" Fang Yuan asked.

"Saving money to buy a house and finding the blood moon map are your biggest tasks," Qiao Mu said.

Fang Yuan was once again astonished by these words... He never expected that in this revenge plan, he, the sufferer, was just a small supporting role in saving money to buy a house.

According to this, Qiao Mu was the bait who took away the blood moon map, and Qiao Mu was the one who fought desperately with the Sword Demon?Was it Qiao Mu who provoked Wan Ronghua?

Good things and bad things are all on his shoulders?

"Now that things have come to an end, don't be polite to me." Qiao Mu said with a faint smile:

"The old man is actually just curious, what kind of treasure is the Blood Moon Picture and Blood Sun Picture, and it's just incidental to help you get revenge."

"After all, my martial arts are world-class, and sooner or later I will become number one in the world. Isn't it easy to kill a mere third-rank sword ghost?"

Fang Yuan was slightly startled.

"The old man just said it bluntly, and I won't save you face." Qiao Mu said unceremoniously:

"Fang Yuan, with your current strength, you are still too weak."

"I have no comment. Whether you continue to dormant and practice is right or wrong."

"It's just that there is a better solution in front of you and me."

"That's...let me do it."

I'll take the blame, I'll be the one to die, the hatred is so strong.

Fang Yuan only needs to be in charge of the onlookers.

You are weak and you rest.

I force myself to top it.

Fang Yuan blinked her eyes, a little moved.

What is "before you and me, there is a better solution"?

This is clearly his Fangyuan's private matter!

And his solution was to let Fang Yuan stand on the sidelines and let this old man do the talking?

Fangyuan was silent for a long time.

Just like before, he didn't ask Qiao Mu how he made the old house haunted, nor did he ask Qiao Mu why.

It's just that he couldn't help taking a deep look at the ninety-year-old senior in front of him, and his heart was really touched.

"It's really desirable to behave like this." He sighed in his heart.

.............

An hour later.

In front of the gate of the old house in the east of the city.

The square-faced middle-aged man from the Wan family was looking at the young jailer beside him, Fang Yuan:

"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 the details of Fang Yuan.

It was discovered that this radius is really inextricably linked with their ten thousand chambers of commerce.

"I've made up my mind." Fang Yuan nodded, and took out a bag of taels of silver prepared in advance, a total of 500 taels of silver.

The market price of the Fang family's old house was about 5000 taels of silver before it plummeted due to the haunting incident.

Ten percent, that is, 500 taels of silver.

In fact, when Fang Yuan was in the dungeon, he exchanged 200 taels of silver with "Qiao Zhong" for the exercises, and now he still has about 800 taels of his own money.

If he needed money, he could try to borrow some, and he could scrape together a thousand taels of silver at most.

At Fangyuan's age, it can be said to be quite rare.

After all, Qiao Butou from Heyang Fucheng back then couldn't become a military official because of his background, and he couldn't make up the 1000 taels of ransom money for his father in half his life.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Fang Yuan has misunderstood." The middle-aged man smiled and said:

"500 taels was the market price some time ago, but now this house is not at this price. There must be... 700 taels."

"Are you sitting on the ground and raising the price?" Fang Yuan frowned slightly.

Judging from the words and deeds of the middle-aged man, he probably already knew his identity. He knew that he wanted to redeem the ancestral house, and deliberately raised the price to disgust him.

"700 taels is 700 taels. That's it. Do you want to sign a life and death certificate?" Fang Yuan mocked.

"Hehe, Mr. Fang Yuan is really generous... This is the title deed of the house." The middle-aged man smiled and ordered his subordinates to take out the title deed that he had prepared in advance.

Fangyuan didn't care about the 200 taels.

After all, the original price of the ancestral house was 5000 taels, and because of Qiao Mu's troubles, he had already earned it.

It's okay to let the Fang family eat another 200 taels.

The transaction was concluded, and both parties were very satisfied.

For Wan Jia, having such a well-known haunted house in his hands is simply a hot potato, and he can't wait to sell it immediately.

It is already a surprise to be able to slaughter 200 taels more.

"If I had known this kid missed the ancestral house so much, I should have called for a higher price, but I was a little less courageous." The middle-aged man felt a little better, looked back at the old house, and left at a faster pace.

He didn't want to stay in such a haunted place.

"This kid, trying to get back to his ancestral house while in chaos? I don't know if he has the fate." The middle-aged man sneered.

He did not link the haunting incident with Fang Yuan.

Because Fang Yuan is just a prison guard, this is a good job for ordinary people, but in the eyes of the Wan family of the four wealthy merchants in the imperial capital, it is just average.

How could a character like Fang Yuan be related to the haunting incident?

After all, the tenants who died tragically in the old house due to moving in included even fourth-rank warriors. It would be ridiculous to say that people like Fang Yuan participated in this matter just for an old house.

...

Fang Yuan took the key and opened the gate of the house, and walked into this haunted house that had gained fame recently.

The layout of the house's furnishings gradually overlapped with his childhood memories. He stared at it, and memories flooded in his heart unconsciously.

This old house is still the same... except for one difference, that is, on the floor of the hall, there are faintly dark red...blood stains?

Fang Yuan's face was slightly weird, and he couldn't help but glance at the tree beside him.

Without squinting, Qiao Mu coughed lightly and said:

"Boy, it's time to find the blood moon map."

"What the senior said is."

Fang Yuan didn't seem to know where the secret room was, but he searched repeatedly relying on his familiarity with the house.