Rebirth of the First Sword Immortal in the City

Without waiting for the Song family to ask, Pavilion Master Zhang stood up and looked at Ye Chen seriously: "Young man, do you mean that Mr. Song almost killed the old man?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the living room looked at Ye Chen and Jiang Wenhao.

Although Song Yi didn't speak, his expression was obviously displeased, he was a well-known filial son, how could he murder his father.

At this time, Song Yan, who had a good impression of Ye Chen, stood up and warned Ye Chen: "You can eat this meal indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense." "

Not bad. At this time, the old man Song said in an old-fashioned manner: "Although you are a disciple of Doctor Jiang, the old man reminds you that you must be down-to-earth, and if you are ambitious, you will only fail." Seeing

the situation, Pavilion Master Zhang's heart was extremely happy, and when this kid muddied the water, the Song family would no longer promote Jiang Wenhao, and his Qiankun Medical Center's business in Dongcheng would not be affected.

Everyone in the audience was questioning Ye Chen, but Jiang Wenhao was convinced of him, since Ye Chen opened his mouth, there must be something strange in it.

Ye Chen smiled indifferently, and his eyes fell on Song Lao: "Presumably, the migraine that Song Lao suffered from should be five years ago, that is, half a year after the wooden house was repaired and you moved in."

Song Yi's father and son recalled abruptly and looked at Ye Chen in shock.

Obviously, what Ye Chen said was right.

Immediately, Ye Chen looked at Song Yi again: "In the past five years, Mr. Song's waist has been aching faintly, and even his business is going downhill, right?" Song Yi suddenly looked at Ye Chen: "

You, how do you know that I have an injury on my waist." In

the past five years, every night, the pain in his lower back has made him unbearable, and as for the intercourse, it has long been gone, and his wife has complained about it.

After all, when it comes to the dignity of men, there is no third person who knows about it except for his wife.

And in the past few years, his business seems to be booming on the surface, but secretly it has been affected a lot, showing a downward trend.

Seeing Ye Chen's words, Song Yi admired him a little: "Then please ask the little brother to take my pulse."

Ye Chen shook his head and refused: "Mr. Song, what makes you weak is not illness, but feng shui." "

Feng Shui?"

everyone was suddenly taken into the clouds and mist, and they were quite skeptical of Ye Chen's words.

Ye Chen walked out of the reception hall, went straight to the wooden house, and after walking around twice, he stopped on the left side of the wooden house and said to Song Yi: "You asked people to dismantle the three planks in the middle."

"No, I don't agree. Song Lao stood up: "This house is built of golden silk nanmu, how can it be said that it will be demolished?"

As soon as the old man spoke, the rest of the people naturally did not dare to move.

Ye Chen didn't say a word, turned around and kicked it, only to hear a click, and three wooden planks broke at the waist.

Jiang Wenhao took the initiative to step forward, but when he arrived at the side of the house, he reached out and covered his nose, almost not throwing up on the spot.

Immediately afterward, a foul smell came, and everyone was smoked to tears.

"Vomit!" Song

Yan couldn't resist the stench, and immediately ran away and vomited.

Song Yi was a Jianghu man after all, and he walked up and pulled out the three broken wooden boards, but found that the back of the wooden planks was pitch black and oily, which was simply stinking.

This is obviously a golden silk nanmu, how can it emit a foul smell?

" "How can there be a skull in this?" Jiang Wenhao pointed to the broken place of the wooden house, and his face turned pale.

I saw a skull at the base of the wall, and the skull was painted with various patterns, which looked like it was laughing, and it looked creepy.

It was only at this time that Song Yi called: "Doctor Ye, what is this?" Ye

Chen's eyes froze: "Someone wants to harm you, so he resorts to the next means, and the person who made the move is to let your family wealth be scattered within ten years, and the family will be completely destroyed."

"The old man lives in the wooden house all the year round, absorbing the corpse qi, and he is the first person the other party wants to kill.

Hearing this, even a ruthless person like Song Yi turned pale with fright, and wiped the cold sweat on his face: "Little brother, please help."

At this time, Song Yi said solemnly: "Please also ask the little brother to take action."

Ye Chen glanced at the bones in the corner, and then said to Song Yan'er, who was discolored: "Bring all the ginseng you bought from Boss Wu's store yesterday."

Song Yan'er hurriedly ran out and immediately sent the ginseng she bought yesterday to Ye Chen.

The ginseng handed, Ye Chen nodded with satisfaction, and then ordered: "Jiang Wenhao stays, and the rest of the people go out." Before

the words were finished, the group of Qiankun Medical Hall had already disappeared.

"Brother Ye, Doctor Jiang, I'm tired. After Song Yi finished speaking, he walked out of the courtyard.

Jiang Wenhao looked at the ginseng in Ye Chen's hand, looked at it and asked, "Doctor Ye, is there really a problem with this ginseng?"

Ye Chen smiled faintly, put the ginseng away, and said in his heart: "This ginseng is not only problematic, but also a big problem."

After putting away the ginseng, Ye Chen looked at the corner of the golden silk nanmu house, and after condensing a magic trick in the palm of his hand with his spiritual power, he shouted: "Since you are here, don't hide it." Immediately

afterward, a puff of black smoke emanated from the skull at the base of the wall, and an eerie laugh eerily erupted.

"Jie Ji ......".