Chapter 0067 Refuge
Wang Ruoyu and Zhu Xiaomei had been busy with the funeral during the day and were extremely tired. They yawned several times and went to bed.
I curled up on the sofa, feeling a little regretful that I didn't bring "Tushan Notes" with me, otherwise I would have had time to read it now.
I was bored sitting there, so I just checked out Xiao Shitou's blog, which I found quite interesting.
In the past few days, due to the live broadcast of that fat otaku, Xiaoheshan’s mansion has received considerable attention online, and soon someone linked the two aspects together.
I thought about it and found that those who participated in the Night Banquet of a Hundred Demons could be generally divided into the following categories.
One is the owner of the mansion, Master Ye, and his fox-faced female slave.
The second group is the guests invited to attend the Banquet of a Hundred Demons. The four people like Zhang Xun who have already died belong to this category.
The third group is women who were abducted and auctioned off as competing items, such as Wang Ruoyu and Zhu Xiaomei, the sister-in-law.
The last category is people like me who just come in to help out temporarily.
As for the fat anchor and the couple who knew Bajiquan, they essentially belong to the second category.
From the current perspective, all the dead people belong to the second category. Although it cannot be said that there is no risk in the other categories, it is definitely not as high as that in the second category.
I found the fat guy’s live broadcast room, and it turned out that this guy was still live streaming.
It's already past one in the morning, but his popularity is still very high. Many of his fans follow Xiao Shitou and are asking him what he thinks about the two blog posts.
In front of the enthusiastic fans, the fat otaku was also full of enthusiasm and said passionately that he was a man of integrity and that even if there really was a " mansion blood curse", it would not come after him.
I watched for a while, and with my super fast hands I gave him ten yachts.
There was amazement in the live broadcast room.
The fat guy was also surprised and happy, grinning from ear to ear, and expressed his gratitude repeatedly during the live broadcast.
"Thank you for the reward, brother Tuhao!" He quickly sent me a private message.
"No big deal." I replied, and then asked, "Are you really not afraid of the blood curse?"
The fat guy continued his live broadcast while spitting foam at the mouth, and replied to my private message, "Well, to tell you the truth, it's a matter of life and death, how can I not be afraid, but it's useless to be afraid."
I thought this guy was quite honest, so I suggested that he follow others’ lead and find a Feng Shui master to protect him.
Fatty responded to his fans in front of the camera and took the time to reply to me, "I miss you too, Tuhao brother, but I asked around and found out that there are several famous Feng Shui masters in Jiangcheng, but we can't afford them. And it's too late now, they've all been hired."
I asked him why he didn't go to Puji Temple and Fuxing Temple.
The fat man lamented that many of his fans had suggested the same to him, but when he went to ask, he found out that Puji Temple and Fuxing Temple did not receive outsiders at night, saying that this was their long-standing rule.
The only exception that can be made is for those devout believers who have a karmic connection with them.
There are many ways to make a connection, but the simplest way is to donate a large sum of money, which will naturally create a good connection.
I was a little surprised when I heard this. Although some temples and Taoist temples do have these practices in order to maintain tranquility, this is a bit utilitarian.
"Well, I have only one life to live, and I have so many fans like you supporting me. Our Yang Fire is strong, and no evil things dare to approach us!" The fat man encouraged himself helplessly.
After chatting for a while, I found this fat guy quite cute.
At this moment, Zhu Xiaomei on the bed suddenly screamed "Ah", and Wang Ruoyu, who was sleeping with her, was immediately awakened by the fright.
In the end, it turned out to be a false alarm; Zhu Xiaomei was having a nightmare.
But after all this trouble, neither of them could sleep, so they got up, drank some water, and asked me what I was doing.
I casually said I was watching a live broadcast, "By the way, sister, I want to discuss something with you."
"Who are you calling big sister?" Wang Ruoyu was angry. "What's the matter?"
"Can I take two days off so you and Sister Xiaomei can stay at Puji Temple for a few days?"
"What happened?" Wang Ruoyu was a little surprised.
I just remembered that I have something to deal with. It's not a big deal, just a little urgent.
Wang Ruoyu didn't have a good temper, but she was easy to talk to as long as she didn't get mad. She didn't ask any more questions, and just said, "Okay, Xiaomei and I will go to Puji Temple to avoid the limelight."
I reminded her that if she wanted to stay overnight at Puji Temple, it would be best to donate a large sum of charity money to establish good relations, otherwise they would not be too enthusiastic.
Wang Ruoyu hesitated for a moment, then rolled his eyes at me, "Got it!"
Anyway, the Wang family wants to donate more charity money, so it doesn't matter who they donate to.
I turned around and gave him another ten yachts, and the live broadcast room was suddenly filled with “666” again.
The fat guy immediately sent me a private message, "Brother Tuhao, you are so generous!"
"Yeah, it's mainly because your live broadcast is so interesting that I can't help but want to reward you." After I replied, I also gave you a row of sports cars.
The fat guy was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling. We chatted until he went off the air. We had a great time. He heard that I was also from Jiangcheng, so we made an appointment to meet tomorrow and have dinner together.
"Mr. Chen, do you also like watching live broadcasts?" Zhu Xiaomei asked.
Wang Ruoyu added: "Look at his appearance, you can tell he is the kind of guy who chases after pretty girls for rewards every day!"
I saw them sitting on the bed, each holding a mobile phone. It was already past four in the morning. I yawned and slept on the sofa for a while.
When I woke up the next morning, I heard Zhu Xiaomei calling out, "Look at the little stone!"
I logged into Xiao Shitou's blog and saw that he had just updated a blog post.
The full text is very short, just a few lines.
"The weather was fine last night, with a bright moon and sparse stars, but another person died in my city. His surname was Guan, and the blood curse of the wealthy family is still going on."
Wang Ruoyu made a phone call and received a report after we had breakfast.
Someone did die last night. He was a security system designer named Guan, who was quite famous in the circle. He died in his own house.
It is said that his house is installed with their company's latest security system, with layers of defense, which is said to be watertight.
In addition to this, he also hired a team of experienced guards from a security company to patrol inside and outside the house 24 hours a day. It can be said that the security is so tight that not even a fly can fly in.
But unexpectedly, this Guan man was found dead in his bedroom early in the morning. He also died of a pierced throat, and there was no blood at the scene.
This happened not long ago, and I don’t know how this little stone knew so much about it. It really has great powers.
Wang Ruoyu sent a confidant to donate a huge sum of money to Puji Temple. After that, she returned to the company to explain the situation and then moved into Puji Temple with Zhu Xiaomei.
