The Su family stood at the door to welcome them. Su Ziyue's father, Su Fengyun, went forward to shake hands with Jiang Wuji but was stopped by Ninth Uncle.
"No!"
Ninth Uncle stopped Su Fengyun. He frowned and said,"Mr. Sanbu doesn't like these useless people. Quickly move aside.”
Su Fengyun's expression clearly froze, and his stiff expression disappeared in an instant.
He didn't expect Ninth Uncle to stop him from shaking hands with Jiang Wuji in front of so many people.
In the North Sea, no one dared to disrespect him.
He took the initiative to shake hands with Jiang Wuji, but the other party did not take him seriously from the beginning.
"And this Ninth Uncle, relying on his relationship with my father, never puts me, Su Fengyun, in his eyes.
"Dad, quickly invite Mr. Sanbu in.”
Su Ziyue noticed that the atmosphere was a little off and quickly said.
"Mr. Sanbu, I've heard a lot about you. I heard my daughter and Su Dongliu mention you. I can't believe that the Mr. Sanbu that Ninth Uncle praised is so young.”
Su Fengyun made an inviting gesture and said,"Please come in. I've ordered someone to prepare delicious food. Let's eat and talk.”
Jiang Wuji was slightly stunned. He looked at Ninth Uncle and said,""You didn't tell them the rules?"
Ninth Uncle let out a long sigh. After Su Fengyun's father passed away, he was the eldest son, and the Su family was already under his control.
Su Fengyun did not listen to his advice, and Ninth Uncle was helpless.
If Su Zhantian had not saved his life, Ninth Uncle would not have cared about the Su family at all.
"Dinner is ghost food. I believe Ninth Uncle told the Smiths about this.
Don't take your ignorance for granted. You only have yourselves to blame for getting into trouble.
Tonight, Su Zhantian's soul returned seven times. Since I agreed to help, I won't care about anything else.”
Ninth Uncle gave Jiang Wuji a grateful look. He could hear that Jiang Wuji was helping him regain his face.
The Su family, from Su Fengyun to Su Ziyue, and even the servants of the Su family, felt extremely awkward.
"Mr. Sanbu, don't be angry. Please come in.”
Su Ziyue led the way. Jiang Wuji and Ninth Uncle ignored Su Fengyun and the others and strolled into the Su family villa.
"Su Ziyue, take me to your grandfather's room and send the paper doll over.”
Jiang Wuji treated money like dirt. No matter how luxurious the Su family's villa was, it could not hide the hypocrisy, arrogance, and ignorance of the Su family.
Other than Su Ziyue, Jiang Wuji looked at the rest of the Su Clan with disdain.
Su Zhantian's room was simple and elegant. There was a complete set of mahogany furniture and a dazzling array of antiques that he loved when he was alive.
His room was more than 200 square meters.
"Put the paper doll on the bed, arrange the dinner you prepared, and prepare the torch to burn the paper doll.”
Jiang Wuji gave a few instructions, and Su Ziyue arranged for people to follow them. She, Su Fengyun, and the others watched curiously as Jiang Wuji took out a brush and a box of fiery fuel.
"There's still half an hour before eight. Relax and think about the questions you want to ask.
Remember, don't try to hug the paper figurine. You're alive, full of yang qi, and there's Sanwei Real Fire on your shoulders and head.
Those who were timid left on their own because they had done something wrong when Su Zhantian was alive.”
Jiang Wuji said and closed his eyes to rest.
At eight o'clock sharp, Jiang Wuji was not worried at all whether Su Zhantian could return to his senses.
Since Su Zhantian was murdered, he would definitely return to his senses in the first seven days.
Who was the murderer? Jiang Wuji was very curious. He had killed Su Zhantian without arousing the suspicion of the Su family. There must be something strange about this.
Jiang Wuji didn't say anything. Su Ziyue, Su Fengyun, and the others were not in the mood to chat either. At this moment, their emotions were especially complicated.
"The first seven souls? I think it's a little mysterious."
"Don't say that I'm superstitious. When I was in junior high school, my grandmother passed away and didn't come back.”
"Upstairs, can you stop fooling around? It's quite scary.”
"Leave quickly if you're a coward. It's almost eight o'clock.”
"Can someone explain why dinner is ghost food?”
The bullet comments in the live broadcast room did not stop. Some viewers did not believe that the first seven souls would return. The audience with a strong desire for knowledge sent bullet comments again and again, waiting for the answer.
"Breakfast is heavenly food, lunch is human food, and dinner is ghost food. I heard grandpa mention it before, but I forgot the specific reason.”
"In ancient times, we didn't eat after noon. This noon is now after two o'clock in the afternoon. If you want to lose weight and live longer, try not to eat too much after two o'clock.”
"Zero Taboo, evildoer, walking encyclopedia gifted the streamer a peach wood sword x999!”
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"It's eight o'clock!"
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