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Hearing his mother talk about this again, Fan Lao San's heart was filled with displeasure. "Mother, why did you bring it up again? What era is it now? You're still using feudal superstition. If it were twenty years earlier, if it were like this, you'd have been criticized …"

"Ol 'Three, what are you saying? "Mother did it for our own good. This is an old mansion after all, and we don't know who lived here before. It's only right that we burn incense and paper money to show respect to them …" Yang Qianyun said on the side.

"Yeah, third brother, there's only benefits and no harm in doing so. You don't have to quarrel with auntie over this matter. If you do that, it would be to the end of the bad luck." Zhang Jianguo also echoed from the side.

Seeing everyone say that, Fan Lao San didn't have any more words to insist. Coincidentally, Fan Lao's mother had already prepared these things on the car, so Yang Qianyun brought them over. Coincidentally, there was an incense burner in the living room, so Yang Qianyun asked Fan Lao San for a lighter, and directly lit it and inserted it into the incense burner.

Smoke rose in spirals and rose straight up into the air. The smell of incense filled the old mansion.

Fan Lao San's mother handed the child over to Yang Qianyun, then he walked up to the incense table in the living room. He put his hands together and kneeled down devoutly, burning paper money as he silently muttered something. Her voice was very soft and no one could hear her, but a mysterious aura, like the smell of incense, drifted around the room.

After a long time, Fan Lao San's mother stood up again and quietly went to the side to pack her things.

This time, Yang Qianyun carried the child into the living room. Surprisingly, the child no longer cried. He looked around with his black eyes and fell asleep.

Seeing the child like this, Yang Qianyun happily said, "Third brother, did you see that? Mother still had to listen to her words. After burning the incense and paper money, the child quickly fell asleep … "

However, Fan Lao San said dismissively, "The child's been crying for so long, so it's normal for him to be sleeping. What's there to be surprised about? Alright, there's a lot more to do. Brother Jianguo, I'll be troubling you this time. We two men should hurry up and clean up so we can drink."

Zhang Jianguo replied. Without another word, he helped Fan Lao San clean up the room.

However, there was one thing that no one noticed, and that was that the incense was burning in the incense burner.

However, no one noticed that on the beams of the living room, there was a rope tied with a knot. It was obviously a rope used for hanging.

Twenty years ago, an unknown event had occurred in this house. A Purple Armored Zombie had appeared out of nowhere in this house, and if not for the appearance of an old Daoist and a young Daoist, then an earth-shattering event would have occurred in this city. Once the Purple Armored Zombie appeared, the entire city would have been left with a river of blood and corpses strewn everywhere.

Although the purple-armored zombie had been burned to ashes by the old Taoist Priest using the Nine Serenities Yin Fire and the body of the red-clothed female corpse had also been incinerated, there was still a trace of the old Taoist priest left in the room. The old Taoist Priest had used a blue talisman to seal it, but as time passed, the might of the blue talisman became increasingly weaker.

In the past, the old Taoist had also informed the relevant departments to seal this old residence. Only after at least fifty years would they be able to live here.

However, after more than twenty years had passed, the house was safe and peaceful. The people on top had changed a few times, and had long forgotten the old Daoist's warning. With the development of this era, housing had become a problem of scarcity, and this house was arranged for people to live in.

The two men, Fan Lao San and Zhang Jianguo, busied themselves. With the help of Fan Lao San and his mother, they cleaned up the entire afternoon until the house was almost completely cleaned up.

The two of them carried the old furniture into the courtyard, planning to use it as firewood one day to cook their meals. However, it was worth mentioning that when Fan Lao San moved a bookcase in the living room, he saw a gaudy blue piece of paper behind the bookcase, on which were written words that resembled tadpoles. He could not understand them, but the words were domineering, but he always felt that it was uncomfortable, so Fan Lao San didn't care and just grabbed the blue piece of paper and threw it into a pile of rubbish.

This was a blue talisman, containing the old Daoist's many years of cultivation, but Fan Lao San didn't recognize it. When this blue talisman was pulled down by Fan Lao San, the whole room immediately started to shake, but even so, ordinary people were not able to feel this fluctuation.

It wasn't until the sky was about to turn dark that the old mansion looked completely new and was no longer as shabby as before. Everyone was tired enough to sit at the Eight Immortals' Table in the living room to rest.

Yang Qianyun gave the child to the mother-in-law to take care of, so she went to buy some food and wine, leaving Zhang Jianguo to eat at his new home.

Zhang Jianguo delayed it for a while, but was unable to withstand the forceful persuasion of Fan Lao San and the old lady, so he stayed behind.

After waiting for over half an hour, Yang Qianyun bought some food and wine. They were all ready-made dishes. Although they were some cooked foods, they were all gathered onto the table.

The wine cups were filled to the brim, and the fragrance filled the air. The two men were smoking, toasting each other with red faces.

During the drinking, Zhang Jianguo had always said something about how lucky he was, that there were so many people in the factory waiting to be assigned to a different house, and that they had never been arranged. This time, he had gotten a lot of money, not only having split the house, but also having such a big yard, in the spring of next year, when he had some vegetables planted in the yard, he wouldn't have to go out and buy them.

At the same time, he thought of Superintendent Qin. Although this house was not as good as he had imagined, it was more comfortable to pack up than that building. This division of houses was all thanks to Superintendent Qin, and when there was a chance in the future, he would definitely thank him well.

Towards factory director Qin, Fan Lao San's heart was always full of gratitude.

This meal lasted until around 9 PM. Fan Lao San and Zhang Jianguo drank until their faces and necks were red and their tongues were tied. Only then did Zhang Jianguo wobble out of the house on the tricycle he borrowed from the factory.

When Zhang Jianguo turned his head to look at the door due to the alcohol, he felt that the house was very dark and gloomy, especially the big door, which looked like the big, bloody mouth of a monster.