Cannon Fodder Is King [Transmigration]

As he was talking, Duan Congyan came down from upstairs, and there was a cold breath that turned away thousands of miles away from all over his body.

Xie Bowen yelled politely: "Uncle Duan."

An unnatural flash suddenly flashed across Meng Zezhi's face. He covered his lips and coughed slightly: "Let's eat!"

After speaking, he couldn't help but glanced at Duan Congyan, his eyebrows were drooping, and the expression on his face was not real.

Is this an angry look?

Meng Zezhi subconsciously felt a thud, and an absurd idea rose.

About Mo was aware that the atmosphere was a little bit wrong, Han Daqin and Xie Bowen did not dare to speak, just silently holding a bowl and finished their breakfast.

Then Duan Congyan's secretary arrived.

Seeing the scene where the secretary was cautiously applying Duan Congyan's wrist, Han Daqin suddenly realized that he approached Meng Zezhi's ear, and his voice was not too small, perhaps because he wanted to let Duan Congyan hear him, he said:" Uncle Xie, have you quarreled with Cong Yan?"

Meng Zezhi read the newspaper for a while, as if thinking of something, the corner of his eye fell on Duan Congyan, and said lightly: "Nothing, don't guess."

Isn't it?

Han Daqin looked at Meng Zezhi and Duan Congyan, touched the top of his hair, and was skeptical.

Hearing this, Duan Congyan's breathing was short, and it didn't appear on his face.

Meng Zezhi clearly saw the smell of gritted teeth from him.

He sank, knowing that his guess had come true.

But how could Duan Congyan like him?

Because of this face?

Or is it because of his meticulous care yesterday?

Thinking of this, Meng Zezhi probably guessed the crux of the problem.

Maybe he thinks that because of guilt and other reasons, he needs to take the initiative to take care of Duan Congyan, but it fell into Duan Congyan's eyes, but it became too caring.

Suddenly, Meng Zezhi didn't know what to say.

On the other side, the Hou Family Ancestral Hall.

"Master Hu?"

Hou Weiren is Hou Wanhua's grandfather. He just passed his 90th birthday last year. He had been the old man of the Hou family for decades. It was the first time that he was so low and small.

Hu Mingshan stretched out his hand to invite the little apprentice, took the towel in his hand and wiped the sweat from his face, and took a palm-sized purple clay pot and poured a large sip of herbal tea. Then he said, "There is no problem with your ancestral hall."

Hou Weiren couldn't hide his anxious expression on his face: "This ancestral tomb is good, and there is no problem with the ancestral hall. Then how come there are so many things in my family?"

As the saying goes, the older this person is, the more he believes in these strange things, and Hou Weiren is no exception.

"It's not a feng shui problem, it's because of people." Hu Mingshan frowned.

"Artificial?" Hou Weiren yelled in surprise, slowing down, with a torch-like gaze, confirming: "You mean, someone is hurting my Hou's family behind?"

Hu Mingshan can't say too badly at this moment: "Don't worry, these are just my guesses, but has your Hou family offended anyone recently?"

"It's impossible to offend people." Hou Weiren insisted: "My Hou family has always been kind to people."

The little apprentice standing next to Hu Mingshan curled his lips secretly, thinking that they didn't know the details of the Hou family.

Had it not been for Hou Weiren's promised rewards to be too generous, they hadn't planned to get involved in this matter.

"Old man, are you sure?" Hu Mingshan's tone was a little unkind. At this time, Hou Weiren was still thinking about covering up the ugly thing about his family.

"This—" Hou Weiren's face was slightly stunned. He couldn't say clearly that the so-called being kind to others in his mouth was actually coercing the weak and courageous, and colluding with the powerful.

What's more, he has been busy enjoying the past few years, and has not been very concerned about the family's affairs, so it is really not clear whether the Hou family has offended anyone recently.

Hou Weiren turned to look at the Hou family behind him.

All the Hou family present looked at each other and shook their heads again.

But the housekeeper of Hou's house seemed to have thought of something suddenly, and his expression changed.

"What?" Hou Weiren noticed him: "You know?"

The butler nodded hesitantly.

"Say." Hou Weiren pointed at him, full of breath.

"Hey," the housekeeper hurriedly said, "Master, do you remember the incident that Young Master Wanhua was admitted to the hospital with a broken leg three months ago?"

"You mean that actor?"

Hou Weiren remembered. Although Hou Wanhua is not his favorite grandson, he is also the species of his Hou family. He just shouldn’t be, and it’s not his turn to teach him. If it hadn’t been Duan Congyan’s invitation to Han The old man came to intercede and lost a lot of things. He had to strip the actor alive.

"Master, you forgot, that Xie Bowen...that's the actor. His dad used to tell fortunes under the overpass." The butler bowed and said, "When you heard that Young Master Duan was getting involved with him, It's been a joke at his house."

"Just the fake Taoist?" Hou Weiren was deeply suspicious.

"It was him, and the reason why Young Master Wanhua was admitted to the hospital two days ago was because they were beaten by the father and son."

"What?" Hou Weiren glared, "How come no one told me about such an important thing?"

"At that time, Master Wanhua passed out into a coma, and lost his cell phone when he ran away with the person next to him, so he could not notify the house immediately. Later, Master Ting (the one reported by his mistress) had an accident... "

That's the future head of the Hou family. Who can manage Hou Wanhua in this incident.

"I think about it. The Xie family father and son are the ones who have been wicked with our family these days."

"Just him?" Hou Weiren didn't believe it: "Could it be Duan Congyan's hands and feet behind his back?"

"This, I don't know." The butler replied.

"Master Hu?" Hou Weiren turned to look at Hu Mingshan.

Hu Mingshan tightened his brows and said, "If this is the case, there is only one way."

Hu Mingshan asked Hou Weiren for a Chaoyang room, and then asked people to change the curtains to white.

I saw him holding a cinnabar pen and writing the word'Qi' on the door of the room, and wiped his eyebrows with the water soaked in lychee leaves. Finally, he opened the window, pinched with both hands, and said in his mouth: Patriarch is up, disciple is down. God has an edict that makes me psychic, knocking open the door of the sky, the nine orifices are bright, the sky, the sun and the moon, illuminating my body, opening the door quickly, changing the soul and transforming the gods, hurried like a law.

The next moment, a white light burst into his eyes, and a black vertical line appeared on the center of his forehead.

As soon as the sky opened, Hu Mingshan immediately turned to look at Hou Weiren and others.

Except for a few people, there was a haze on the hall of the Hou family. Looking at their stomachs, a large hole appeared plainly. It seemed that something was continuously impacting this large hole. Disrupted their aura all over.

"really."

Seeing Hu Mingshan's solemn look, Hou Weiren's heart tightened and couldn't help but said, "Master Hu?"

"This matter is indeed artificial." Hu Mingshan said in a deep voice.

Hou Weiren's expression changed drastically, and he said bitterly: "Master Hu, as long as you can help me get rid of this rat that is causing my Hou family behind, my Hou family will not hesitate to report again."

Hu Mingshan glanced at him deeply, neither agreed nor refused, and only said, "I will try my best."

After speaking, he turned around and found a wooden box from his luggage. What was in the wooden box was not something else, but a small paper person.

"Master, lend you a few drops of blood for a use."

Hou Weiren quickly stretched out his hand.

Hu Mingshan took a small knife from the little apprentice, slashed Hou Weiren's thumb straight, and soaked the entire little paper man with his blood.

In the end, he folded the little paper man into a cardboard the size of a broad bean and handed it to Hou Weiren: "Thank you, sir, you swallow it."

A look of disgust flashed in Hou Weiren's eyes, but he still took the cardboard and swallowed it.

Hu Mingshan immediately raised the three clear bells, and shook them quickly and slowly.

In the Duan's villa, Meng Zezhi was thinking about Duan Congyan, when Han Daqin's exclamation suddenly came in his ear: "Uncle Xie, Uncle Xie, sink——"

Meng Zezhi put down the newspaper and looked behind him.

I saw a whirlpool suddenly rise on the water in the upper left corner of the sink. As the whirlpool grew faster and faster, the candle figure sitting still in the center of the whirlpool exploded out of thin air, and a little paper figure popped out.

But in the blink of an eye, the little paper man jumped on the coffee table and said politely: "I'm down Hu Mingshan, I'll show you a courtesy to some of you."

"This, this—" Han Daqin couldn't even say anything when he looked at the surprising scene in front of him.

Meng Zezhi squinted his eyes slightly: "Hu Daoyou is from the Hou's family?"

Seeing Meng Zezhi's identity, the paper man immediately turned to face him: "This is Xie Guangsheng, thank you!"

"Does Hu Daoyou come to the door simply as a lobbyist for the Hou Family, or do you think it's a courtesy first and then a soldier?" Meng Zezhi said slowly.

Hu Mingshan quickly said: "Of course it's a lobbyist, a lobbyist!"

...

"What?" Hou Weiren was shocked and asked repeatedly: "Master Hu, didn't you say yes to help me get rid of Xie Guangsheng?"

Hu Mingshan only said: "My old man, I learned Taoism at the age of three, and I have been practicing hard for more than 60 years before I have achieved what I am today. It shows that it is not easy for a magician to practice. Therefore, unless he takes his wife and kills his son, he will not easily fight against others. Because once you lose, it will be a worry for your life, even if you win by fluke, you must know that you will hurt the enemy by one thousand and eight hundred...So what I can do is to persuade Xie Guangsheng to let your family go."

Although he is greedy for money, he also knows how to measure.

Mainly for the Hou family, offending a colleague, it is really not worth it.

Hou Weiren was furious, the boss with staring eyes. When has his Hou family been so angry since the founding of the People's Republic of China.

Hu Mingshan looked displeased and said straightly: "If you think this way, old man, will undermine the prestige of your Hou family, then please be clever."

Hu Mingshan's words were like a basin of cold water splashing on Hou Weiren's forehead, and Hou Weiren's expression stagnated.

The Hou family is now precarious, does he still have a choice?

Hou Weiren changed his attitude in an instant. He gritted his teeth secretly. After the immediate crisis was resolved, he would find someone to slowly clean up Xie Guangsheng.

The blue veins on his forehead were rising, and there was a smell of gritted teeth in his tone: "Then trouble Master Hu."

Hu Mingshan saw it and didn't care. He just took care of it and took the money and left. As for the follow-up development, he would not do his business.

...

Hu Mingshan only said: "Xie Daochang, you need to know that you should be forgiving and forgiving. No matter how the Hou family offends you, the lesson you have given to the Hou family is not inadequate. The Hou family already knows the wrong thing, I I don’t want to stop here..."

"Friend Hu Daoist is wrong," Meng Zezhi interrupted him: "What you said and what you said was all because I had harmed the Hou family, but you dare not touch your conscience to say that it is really me Xie Guangsheng Did Hou's family fall into such a field as it is now?"

"This—" Hu Mingshan was asked.

"It's said that flies don't bite seamless eggs. The Hou's family is just glamorous on the surface, but it's actually rotten to the bone. What I do is just cleaning up the garbage for the society." Meng Zezhi sneered.

"You, you, he..." Hearing this, Hou Weiren jumped his feet arrogantly: "Presumptuous--"

Speaking of this, Meng Zezhi was somewhat distracted: "Okay, so be it, not to mention that even if I am willing to let the Hou family go, you can guarantee that the Hou family will let me go?"

After speaking, he waved his hand and only heard a bang, and the little paper figure on the coffee table was turned into fragments.