C20 Xu Yunfeng and Wang Kunpeng Are both Crafty Daoists

Proclamation of the Grandmaster

Sand Counting division: 42,532 enter, 10,362 exit

Hearing Wang Kunpeng addressing this "madman", Huang Kun could not help but burst out laughing, he did not expect the madman to say to Huang Kun: "What are you laughing at, his name is not that good to hear, right?"

Huang Kun's stomach was about to burst out laughing, he could only endure it and not let out a laugh, feeling extremely unwell in his heart. Wang Kunpeng — Wang Baoyang — Hugging Yang Zi, such an awesome person, actually had an incredibly funny nickname like an ordinary person.

Furthermore, from the looks of it, Wang Kunpeng was not at all unaccustomed to this nickname. It seemed that the two of them had been calling each other this for many years already.

"What I feared finally happened," said Wang-mu to the madman, "began."

"What the hell." The madman stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, coughed a few times, and spat into the ashtray.

"There's something you should remember." Wang Kunpeng said, "In the past, there was a person called Golden Fire in Huang Family. Back then, he was the one who saved your life."

"Yes." The madman lit another cigarette. "So what?"

"A life for a life," said Bastard.

was shocked in his heart. His Huang Family in Xiu Mountain, his own family, seemed to really be extraordinary. He himself had never heard of the existence of Golden Fire.

The madman thought for a long time, "That golden fire let me go once, but you also said, he has no descendants, he also died, how can I return it?"

Wang Ba pulled Huang Kun in front of the madman, "This man is Golden Flame's nephew, we are in trouble."

The madman looked at Huang Kun and snorted, then said to Huang Kun: "Extend your tongue out."

Huang Kun finally understood that this bearded man with the messy hair was truly capable, and had no choice but to stick out his tongue. The madman raised his hand and pinched Huang Kun's tongue, not caring if it was dirty or not, but instead pulling Huang Kun's tongue out for a long time. After carefully looking at it, he said to the bastard, "There's something that's wrapped around him, but you can settle it."

"As I said, what I was worried about has happened," said Bastard. "You know, I can't let that man know I'm still doing it."

The madman was silent for a long time, then said, "Looks like everything I predicted was true."

"Yes." "Stop playing."

Madman stood up, looked at Huang Kun and suddenly asked: "Whose son are you?"

"Huang Daxian." Huang Kun replied honestly.

"Bullshit." The madman turned his head and said to Wang Ba, "There isn't such a name for Huang Family people. You f * cking tricked me with a fake name."

"His grandfather is Huang Soongbai," said Wang Ba calmly.

"The old fellow who was chased out by Huang Lianqing," the madman said with renewed energy. "Interesting."

When Huang Kun heard that the madman was not respectful to his grandfather, he was agitated in his heart.

"Have you heard of Sand Counting?" the madman asked curiously, "Wang Ba told you right?"

"Madman," Wang Kunpeng said, "do you still remember Yuwen Fachen?"

The madman looked at Huang Kun, then looked at Wang Ba, "That's all, it's him."

Wang Kunpeng heaved a sigh of relief. Huang Kun had a general understanding of the situation. It seemed that these two people had agreed upon an agreement beforehand, and this agreement must be related to him.

However, this person called Crazy was truly unable to see what kind of strong person had such a demeanor.

"There was someone burning paper in front of my room last night …" Huang Kun knew he had to strike while the iron was still hot.

"Enough," the madman interrupted Huang Kun, "Your life is good, if not for someone carrying the burden for you. If it wasn't for this Taoist Wang who wants to stand up for you, you would have lost your mind tonight. You would use a machete to chop your roommate's head.

Huang Kun was stunned, this man called Crazy didn't ask anything and understood the situation clearly. But the funny thing was, he said he was swearing at the Taoist.

"You're not a Taoist?" Huang Kun asked.

"I'm not," said the madman, laughing. "Have you ever seen anyone scold himself like that?"

Huang Kun saw that Wang Ba's face was extremely ugly and felt awkward.

The bastard said to the madman, "Quickly finish this matter. There are still big matters."

The lunatic said, "It's the same as before. If you can't handle it, come find me."

Huang Kun was completely speechless towards the two of them. Even though he looked to be in his early thirties, he still spoke in such a carefree manner.

The three of them returned to their room. Madman looked up and down, then knelt at the door and carefully touched the ground. Then he looked up and said, "This is fun. You all guessed wrong."

Huang Kun, the descendant of the outer sect of Huang Family in Xiu Mountain, was actually entangled by dirty things. If other warlocks were to find out, how ridiculous would it be? It was just that Huang Kun was not aware of the fame of Huang Family right now, or else he would definitely feel ashamed to the extreme.

But right now, Huang Kun could only hope that Wang Kunpeng and this madman would help him solve this problem. He never would have thought that this was just a method for Wang Kunpeng to use him as a chess piece and pull crazy people into the water.

The madman wandered around the room for a bit before saying to Huang Kun, "I do have a grudge."

Wang Kunpeng then told the story of how he killed the crazy man. The madman calculates what happened and says to the bastard, "Have you forgotten your water supply yet?"

"I haven't forgotten," replied Bastard.

"Someone who deserves to die." The madman replied, "The one who died was very unjust, so he had always been looking for an opportunity to vent."

"What do you mean?" Huang Kun asked.

The madman said to the son of a bitch, "Go check out the class list of the student who was killed at that time."

Wang Ba immediately said, "I've already checked and found the list. The copies are all here."

"Then what are we waiting for?" "Show it to me."

The bastard opened his briefcase and took out a stack of papers, showing them to the madman one by one. When Huang Kun looked at it, it turned out to be a class's name list.

Huang Kun stared at Wang Ba, it turned out that he had come prepared.

The madman casually flipped through the pages. Wang Ba picked out one, it was the information of a female student, "The girl who was killed is this person."

Then he took out another one. "The boy who was killed was him."

Huang Kun looked at the picture of the man and woman. The man's eyebrows were broken, the woman's cheekbones were high. It really was the face of someone who had died prematurely.

However, the madman did not mind. He went through the information once and then took out a piece of information. He pointed at the photo and said, "It should be this person with a pair of peach blossom eyes."

Huang Kun did not understand what the madman was talking about, but looking at the person in the photo, he felt that it was strange. After thinking for a long time, he suddenly realized that this person's face was the strange looking middle-aged man who burned the paper last night.

"Oh oh oh" Huang Kun shouted a few times in succession.

The bastard and the madman looked at him, "Your brain is quite good."

"This person hasn't gone far." Wang Ba confidently said, "Today is the day of death, he must come again."

"Why?" Huang Kun was foolish, but he immediately realized something, "He was just like me, and was pestered and refused to let go."

The madman looked at the name on the file, walked to the doorway and shouted, "Yang Fuhai, you come out." Stop hiding. "

After shouting a few times, Huang Kun indeed saw the middle-aged man from last night slowly walk over from the corridor's end, holding a stack of Yellow Mounted Paper in his hands as well as a few candles. And this person called Yang Fuhai, was precisely the student's information in the madman's hands.

The situation was already clear, there was no need for to know what was happening. The person who was killed by love at that time should be this Yang Fuhai in front of him. However, the security guards rushed into the dorm and killed another person, so Yang Fuhai had to bear the guilt for the past 20 years.

Wang Ba said to Yang Fuhai, "I'll teach you a way, how to burn paper."

When Yang Fuhai heard this, he hurriedly kowtowed. Wang Ba placed the candle in Yang Fuhai's hand into a very strange shape and then gave Yang Fuhai a small branch, which should be peach wood, for Yang Fuhai to take. Yang Fuhai did as he was told, kneeling down to burn the paper.

The madman and Huang Kun stood at the side and asked Huang Kun: "I want to ask you a question, it's very important, I want to see if you can answer it."

Huang Kun watched as Yang Fuhai's burnt paper money was caught up by a gust of wind and floated out of the corridor. He wondered why they had such a huge grudge. Yet the madman and Wang Kunpeng, these two huckster s, were all in his control.

"I'm asking you," the madman began. "What can you see?"

Huang Kun looked at Yang Fuhai, and suddenly felt the guilt in Yang Fuhai's heart. He immediately understood everything, yes, that was in the afternoon, the security guard ferociously stopped a student, "Yang Fuhai lives in that dorm?"

The student was scared out of his wits when he saw the blood on the guard's hands. He was also holding a girl's hairpin. "Third floor, the second door near the stairs," the student said to the security guard.

This was Huang Kun's dorm room.

When the security guard heard this, he immediately ran to the third floor. However, that student was still standing there, and Huang Kun could clearly see in Yang Fuhai's memories, that student was Yang Fuhai himself!

Wang Ba said to the madman, "You said that if there is such a person, you will leave the mountain."

The madman curled his lips and said, "Whatever you say."

Huang Kun suddenly understood and said to the madman: "You are the same as me, you can also see his memories!"

"Not everyone has this ability." "You're as fucking unlucky as I am."

On the other side, Yang Fuhai knew that the matter was over. He thanked Wang Ba profusely, handed him a business card and left in a hurry. The madman took the business card, smiled and said: "Who said there is karma, this person is also an Anqi company manager."

Only Huang Kun knew that this kind of thing was not a big deal in front of Wang Kunpeng and the madman, but from their tone, the things that they had to face were many times more difficult than what they had just faced. And very clearly, he was also one of them, and the reason for this was only because he was surnamed Huang.

In just a few short days, Wang Kunpeng had already said one sentence many times:

"It's starting now!"