Xiao An and Fang Wen were still chatting about Zhang Xiao. The bell at the door suddenly rang. A ghost came in with a yellow face and a big hole on his arm. Blood was still flowing out. Xiao An frowned.

, the ghost who came in was a middle-aged man. When he saw Xiao An, he frowned and asked Xiao An curiously, "Can you see me?"

Xiao An: "Nonsense! Aren't I staring at you?"

The middle-aged man clasped his hands in his fists and bowed to the ground, "It seems to be a fellow Taoist~ Please do me a favor~"

Xiao An: "Fellow Taoist? What is your Taoist profession?"

Middle-aged man: “I taught myself a way to make money.”

Xiao An: "I am the spirit-binding envoy of the underworld, and I am not the same as you."

As soon as the middle-aged man opened his eyes, "Shall I go? Is there really an underworld?"

Xiao An: "Of course~ Otherwise, why would I show up?"

The ghost of the middle-aged man immediately shrunk and knelt on the ground, "My dearest god, please help me, just save my son's life!"

Xiao An looked strange, "Ah? Get up and say, get up and say, your son..."

Middle-aged man: "My son is dying~Please save my son~"

Xiao An: "Ah? Your son is going to die? How can I save him if he's going to die?"

Middle-aged man: "You can save him, you just need to take out his little God of Wealth~"

Xiao An: "What do you mean? I don't understand, I don't understand..."

Middle-aged man: "It's like this. I've been fond of things about gods and ghosts since I was a child. I accidentally heard a story about the Little God of Wealth from my grandfather..."

It turns out that the middle-aged man accidentally heard his grandfather talk about it when he was young. When his grandfather was young, there was a big family, Zhang Dahu! The reason why the family was rich was because they supported a little God of Wealth. His grandfather also liked it when he was young.

There were mysterious things going on, so I went to inquire about them, but the information I got out was also very vague.

After thinking about it, I decided to go and see for myself, so I went to work at Zhang Dahu’s house. Because of my excellent carpentry skills, I was quickly recognized by Zhang Dahu. In addition, I was eloquent. Within two years, I became Zhang Dahu.

A close confidant of Zhang Dahu once drank with Zhang Dahu. After Zhang Dahu drank too much, he started talking about the little God of Wealth.

Zhang Dahu: "You don't know~ There is a strange disease in my family~ People can't live to be 60 years old. I am fifty-seven this year~ I am about to die~ The most terrifying thing is that I have no children, how can this be a good thing~

"

The man began to comfort Zhang Dahu, "You are not Jianjian now."

Is it healthy? Why not?"

Zhang Dahu looked at this person and gritted his teeth, "Hey! It doesn't matter if I tell you!" After saying that, he lifted up his sleeves and exposed his arms. There was a huge bulge on his arm, as if he had put a piece of bamboo in his arm.

Likewise, there were stitching scars on it, which really startled him. "Ah, it's such a big bag. Go find the doctor and have a look~"

Zhang Dahu quickly waved his hand, "No one can look at it~" Then he looked around and said quietly, "There is a little God of Wealth inside, which can bring us endless wealth. This is passed down from my family~ But I'm afraid it won't be passed down.

Going down~"

He scratched his head, "Absolutely not! Maybe if you work hard, you can have a son and a half, and I will help you take care of it!"

Zhang Dahu held his hand gratefully and said, "Remember one thing, if I accidentally die, I must put aside my arm, dig out the little God of Wealth, and put it into my own arm. No one can find it."

!" After saying that, he fell drunk on the wine table.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Dahu died before three years were up. When he was dying, several of his aunts and wives had divided the property and left. He was the only one to take care of Zhang Dahu. Before Zhang Dahu died, he also asked a certain number of people to take care of him.

He wanted to dig open his arm, take away the little God of Wealth, and not let the Little God of Wealth die on him, so he threw away Zhang Da

As soon as Zhang Dahu's arm was thrown away, a little man popped out of the wound. The little man was dressed in ethnic minority clothes and screamed at him. He couldn't hear what he was saying. Think about Zhang Dahu's

He asked, so he threw away his arm, and the villain jumped directly into his arm, and lay directly into the wound, and the wound healed on its own.

At this point, Xiao An frowned and said, "Then it was passed down to your son from generation to generation?"

The middle-aged man nodded, "Yes! But later I discovered that after my father passed it on to me, my body was getting worse day by day. It was only after I died that I figured out that it was this little God of Wealth who killed me, and I couldn't let me

My son was also killed by this little God of Wealth!"

Xiao An glanced at the middle-aged man and said, "What a little God of Wealth~ That's a turtle treasure~ It's a kind of parasitic elf~"

Fang Wen stared at Xiao An with a pair of curious eyes. When Xiao An saw Fang Wen's big eyes, he felt happy in his heart: "Oh~ I'll tell you~ This kind of elf is called a turtle treasure. It lives in the belly of a turtle that has been around for more than a hundred years. It's

A little man wearing a yellow hat, blue pleated clothes, a red belt, black boots, and a jade-like face, if there is

If a person kills a turtle, the turtle treasure will not survive. If you want him to live, let him drink blood, so someone puts him in his arm. After putting it in, he will get a magical power, which can be seen

You can see underground treasures, gold and silver jewelry, ancient porcelain, whatever is valuable, but as a price, every time you use the magic

If you pass it, your flesh and blood will be consumed rapidly, which is like exchanging life for money." He turned to the middle-aged man and said, "Am I right?"

The middle-aged man was a little embarrassed. He didn't want to talk about magical powers at first. But it turned out that Xiao An was a sensible person. He scratched his head and said, "You all know that. Yes, that's true."

Xiao An: "Actually, you have to make good use of the turtle treasure to use it well. The turtle treasure itself will bring you wealth. If you don't use its magical power, you can live for a long time~ But if you keep using it,

Your body will soon become useless and you will die. To put it bluntly, you died in middle age because you were too greedy."

Middle-aged man: "Yes! The problem is that my son is more greedy than me! I'm afraid he will die faster than me! So, God, please save my son~"

Xiao An shook his head and said, "Well, since you've run into me, I'll help you! Where does your son live?"

Middle-aged man: "My son, I live here..."

Xiao An nodded, "I understand, you can go out and be reincarnated. I will save your son, but I can't guarantee that your son will live. I just try my best to help your son live. I try my best!"

The middle-aged man nodded, "Thank you! Thank you, God!"

Xiao An soon arrived at the middle-aged man's home and found that there was still a funeral at home. Xiao An found the son who was wearing sackcloth and mourning, patted his shoulder, bent down and whispered, "Your father asked me to tell you something before he died."

~Would you like to come here?"

The son stood up with tears in his eyes and followed Xiao An to a corner. Xiao An picked up the middle-aged son's arm and found that there was no one. He looked at the other one and there was no other one either. The middle-aged son had a sad look on his face, "What are you looking for?"

ah?"

Xiao An "The turtle treasure your father gave you..."

The middle-aged man’s son said, “Oh~ I sold it~ How many millions did it cost~ What?”

Xiao An gave a thumbs up to his son, "Wisdom! Your father once asked me to investigate the matter about the turtle treasure. After my investigation, I learned that the turtle treasure harms people, so I came to tell you."

The middle-aged man's son was even more sad: "My father just goes out for a walk every day, saying that he can find treasures if he searches for them, and that he can see the treasures with this thing, but he didn't expect that he would kill himself because of this thing?"

Xiao An: "Just sell it~ Who did you sell it to?"

The middle-aged man’s son is “a strange old man named Tang Zhenguo~”
Chapter completed!