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The night is dark and windy.

In a corner of Xuancheng, Zhao Xiaohui finished his overtime work in the middle of the night and stretched out in front of the window.

Just as I was about to fall asleep, I suddenly saw a bolt of lightning strike directly from the direction of Baoshan, across the sky, and it was still purple!

"Damn, which fellow Taoist is going to survive the tribulation~"

As a joke, Zhao Xiaohui rubbed his tired and ugly face and went to bed.

"Xiao Hui~"

"Hui~"

"I am your seventy-eighth great-grandfather Zhao Bingde~"

Zhao Xiaohui had just fallen asleep when she vaguely heard a swishing sound. She opened her eyes and was so frightened that she almost left her body.

An old man with a snow-white face, wearing a robe and mandarin jacket, was squatting on her bedside table and looking at her eagerly.

Zhao Xiaohui trembled and quickly closed her eyes, "I love money for prosperity and democracy! Don't bother with monsters and ghosts, just back off, back off~"

"Ei'er?"

Before he could finish the fifth return, the voice rang in his ears again.

Zhao Xiaohui opened his eyes in despair.

Zhao Bingde gave her what he thought was a kind smile, "Hui'er, thank you for the big villa."

Zhao Xiaohui was so frightened by his sinister smile that his hair stood on end. He screamed, but it didn't come out. It was stuck in his throat, and then he was stunned, "Big villa?"

Zhao Bingde squatted on the bedside table and said gratefully: "Yes, you gave me a big villa yesterday. I received it. It's very good. It has all the household appliances and there is an air conditioner that can blow hot air. Are you I don’t know how cold the underworld is, but the hot air makes my cold legs feel much better. I didn’t expect that someone would still care about me after I’ve been dead for so many years.”

Late at night.

An old male ghost squats on your bedside table and discusses with you whether the underworld is cold or not!

This scene is quite hellish.

But the key is that Zhao Xiaohui really burned down the big villa yesterday.

The funeral lady also said that the people under the big villa she burned could really receive it, and she also said that she should have a good sleep and someone would help her dream.

no……

Is your underworld logistics so broken?

Her big villa was burned to her sister Zhao Manman.

Why is this old man here?

After taking the seat, Zhao Xiaohui's fear was no longer so strong. He turned over and sat up, looking at the old man, "Did you receive the villa? I didn't give it to you, I gave it to my sister."

"Isn't it for me?" Zhao Bingde's sense of happiness that he had been remembered for so many years after his death suddenly disappeared, and he squatted there with his head downcast and his eyebrows drooped, "But I have already received it, and this doesn't seem to be possible. return the goods."

Damn it, God can’t return it. If you dare to return it, how dare I accept it?

She was speechless, but Zhao Xiaohui was polite. After all, she couldn't offend the ghost, "Then since you received it, just live in it, and I'll burn another one for my sister."

Zhao Bingde looked very embarrassed with a dead face, "I would like to keep it, but...it costs five hundred yuan for the transfer fee. I don't have any money. I think someone cares about me, so I'll take care of it." Meng asked, see if you can burn some more money for me."

Zhao Xiaohui:......

Looking at each other, Zhao Bingde held on to a glimmer of hope, "It can't be done, right? The seventy-eighth great-great-granddaughter."

Zhao Xiaohui:......

My damn soft-heartedness!

"Shine, burn, burn, let me burn some money for you. You are here because of your relatives. I can let you go empty-handed?" Zhao Xiaohui responded speechlessly, "What is your name? I will burn it correctly next time. Don't worry." Burn the wrong thing again.”

Zhao Bingde's dead face suddenly came to life.

"Thank you seventy-eighth great-great-granddaughter! My name is Zhao Bingde, and my birth date is..."

As soon as he reported the information, he asked another question in confusion.

"Also, Hui'er, our ancestors had a Shang Fang sword. It was given to me as a burial object when I died. Now it has been stolen by tomb robbers. Can you help find it? That sword is the treasure of our family's ghost house. The treasure of the house.”

When Zhao Xiaohui heard this, she suddenly remembered that when she was watching the live broadcast of the funeral lady today, it seemed that there was a bronze sword in Sister Zhao's house. The funeral sister said it was a burial object.

Depend on!

It can't be such a coincidence.

Zhao Xiaohui quickly asked, "What does Shang Fang's sword look like?"

Zhao Bingde immediately said: "It's a bronze sword. It weighs 8.8 kilograms and is 2 feet long. It has a totem of a blue dragon flying into the sky engraved on it."

Zhao Xiaohui recalled the sword in the live broadcast room. Damn, except for the height and weight, everything else matched up. "Okay, I'll go find out about that sword tomorrow."

She agreed immediately, and Zhao Bingde was very grateful.

"What about that, your seventy-eighth great-great-grandson daughter? You just said that your big villa was burned to your sister. I think you are only in your twenties, and your sister is gone? What is her name? Let me see if you can I can’t help you find out whether she has been reincarnated.”

Sure enough, as the old saying goes: things are easy to do when there are people.

"My sister's name is Zhao Manman. She died in February last year." Zhao Xiaohui quickly got out of bed and took out the photo album from the bookcase. She took out Zhao Manman's photo and showed it to Zhao Bingde, "That's what she looked like."

Zhao Bingde looked at it carefully for a while, and just to be sure, he said, "When you bring me the money, please also bring Manman's photo. Just in case I can't remember it, also bring a roast chicken." "

Zhao Xiaohui: ...I reasonably suspect that you are just cheating money.

Early the next morning, Zhao Xiaohui jumped out of bed without thinking about whether he was dreaming last night or something else. He immediately washed up, took a taxi and went straight to Jiang's Funeral Shop.

Jiang's Funeral Shop.

Jiang Ningning just started a live broadcast.

"Good morning, my dears!"

Jiang Ningning said hello casually, and then began to clean up the counter of the funeral shop.

After running around in the middle of the night yesterday, she actually didn't wake up and yawned. Yellow paper, gold ingots, big villas, small wreaths... were all arranged in categories.

[Has that little sister recovered her head yesterday? Squint and smile. 】

[Did my little sister say yesterday that she lost her mind? The Shabi anchor must have said that she was responsible for the lightning and thunder in Baoshan last night! I've thought of all the tricks for her! Wait for her to make it up! 】

[Does anyone believe this rubbish script? Spam anchors have just the right amount of traffic, so please report them without any thanks. 】

[Yesterday the anchor said that the sword was a burial object. Is that true? 】

[I only believe that I can let the man who burned down the villa take a few steps! 】

[That is, when DISS was traveling with him, he wasn’t very good at it. He had the ability to ask the one who took over the villa to come out and say whether he had a dream or not. 】

Jiang Ningning casually placed a large villa from the shelf to the counter, and said casually: "In less than three minutes, the first customer who comes through the door will be the one who entrusted the dream."

The words just fell.

The sound of the store opening sounded.

"Excuse me, is the boss, Ms. Jiang Ningning, here?" Zhao Xiaohui stood at the door, a little embarrassed.

Jiang Ningning glanced at the barrage and smiled at the visitor, "I am Jiang Ningning, who are you?"

Zhao Xiaohui hurried forward and said, "Hello, Miss Jiang, I am a water friend who received a big villa the day before yesterday. My 78th great-grandfather entrusted me with a dream."

Before Zhao Xiaohui could finish speaking, the store door was pushed open again, and a policeman came in, "Jiang Ningning? Come with us, there is a case that requires your cooperation."

【? ? ? 】

[I was about to say that the anchor is awesome, but I haven’t finished typing yet. 】

[The police arrived in time, the anchor was arrested just after the show started, so cool! 】

[Hahahaha, the idiot anchor was caught! 】

[What a pity, I still want to watch the live broadcast of debt collection. 】

【DISS colleagues must die a good death! 】