C66 Origin

It was naturally very troublesome to count coins, especially the one hundred thousand yuan coin. It was even more difficult to count the coins.

After a full eight hours, more than ten people finished counting.

Of course, those who deserved to be punished had also received their punishment, and Qin Hao also got on his BMW X5.

Originally, Qin Hao had planned to treat Zhou Xiaohao to a meal, but Zhou Xiaohao didn't agree.

canteen dwelling.

Shen Jiayi had originally planned to return to the canteen dwelling to take a seat. However, she didn't expect that Long Ao Tian, who had left earlier, would return once again.

"Godly Qin Doctor, you have to help me, what you asked me to do seems to be useless."

Qin Hao was puzzled: "It's not much use, it's impossible."

Long Ao Tian sighed: "This … Godly Qin Doctor, how can I joke with you?"

Seeing Long Ao Tian's anxious and cowardly face, Qin Hao felt that it was not a joke, he thought for a while and brewed a pot of tea, then said solemnly: "How about this, you sit first, I will tell you a story."

Long Ao Tian was surprised: "A story? What does it have to do with me? "

Not only did Qin Hao not answer, he even started to talk about it, "There was a person named Chen Yanglin in the past, and we have to start talking about this matter when he was young."

As for why Chen Yanglin became the yin master, it started when Chen Yanglin was eighteen years old.

Actually, Chen Yanglin was not an official yin master. He was one of those who had come from a different family, and yet, he was passed down from generation to generation.

In fact, all of Chen Yanglin's abilities were passed down from Chen Yanglin's great grandfather's dreams to him, it sounded a little mystical. Not only did everyone have these kinds of thoughts, even until now, Chen Yanglin still felt that it was extremely bizarre.

Grandfather Chen Yanglin had once told Chen Yanglin that his great grandfather had once calculated his fate for the unborn Chen Yanglin, and calculated that Chen Yanglin would be born in the yin and yang of the year. Alright, actually becoming a yin master was one of the two main reasons, and also one of the most important.

It could not be said that it was the only way, but the other thing he needed to do was pass on his inheritance, which unfortunately happened to be incomplete, and unfortunately he had become the yin master.

When Chen Yanglin was young, he had always felt that his great grandfather had super powers. Ever since Chen Yanglin became the yin master, he finally understood that most of the things in the world were just small tricks.

As the name implied, yin master was like a monk sweeping the ground in a wuxia novel. Normally, he would not easily take action, if fate allowed him to see the person he was waiting for, it would be worth it.

That day when Chen Yanglin was eighteen, he forgot about his grandfather's warning that he should not go to the tomb where his great grandfather was buried, but Chen Yanglin unexpectedly agreed to his classmate's request to go together with him to explore the grave together. It was also because of this that Chen Yanglin stepped into the doorstep of the yin master, and from then on, he walked onto a road of no return.

Because it was agreed that it would be midnight, Chen Yanglin and his party would have a total of six people, and only Chen Yanglin and his party could be considered bold.

Chen Yanglin and the others had discussed to meet up on time at midnight. Until now, Chen Yanglin still could not understand how Chen Yanglin could be so foolish to actually believe a bunch of lies told by a bunch of brats.

All right.

At midnight, Chen Yanglin came to a graveyard that was filled with Yin Wind by himself. Even though Chen Yanglin's Great Grandfather was also buried there, it still made Chen Yanglin's hair stand on end.

Although Chen Yanglin was bold, he could not help but be a person who was born into yin years and yin months and yin months. There were very few people who were born with this type of fate, and something extraordinary would always happen in their lives.

The cemetery was pitch black, and the towering cypress trees were swaying. Chen Yanglin felt like there was someone watching him attentively, and it was an indescribably gloomy and cold sight. Chen Yanglin took the flashlight and bravely scanned his surroundings. Suddenly, the light from his flashlight swept across a pitch black figure. At that moment, Chen Yanglin felt goosebumps all over his body.

The flashlight fell to the ground.

At some point, the sound of wind blew from the grave, the light from the flashlight shot out, causing Chen Yanglin to see a black shadow standing right in the middle of the grave, right in front of his great-grandfather's grave. That's right, that black shadow had scared Chen Yanglin half to death.

Chen Yanglin didn't know where he got the courage, but perhaps he had just stood up and hooted at the black figure, "Hey, no matter who you are, quickly leave Great Grandfather Chen Yanglin's grave, or else Chen Yanglin won't be standing on ceremony."

In response to the eerie cold wind, Chen Yanglin could not help but sneeze and hugged his arms tightly.

The black silhouette remained indifferent as he stood there, his face obscured. Remembering the strange things that the village elders often said, Chen Yanglin swallowed his saliva with difficulty and asked the heavens to all the gods and buddhas, hoping that he would not encounter any evil things.

Hearing this, Long Ao Tian frowned, he could not help but take a sip of tea: "Dr. Qin, this is a ghost story right?"

Qin Hao did not bother with Long Ao Tian, but continued.

...

After Chen Yanglin finished praying with his eyes closed, he opened his eyes and saw that the black figure had disappeared. Chen Yanglin heaved a sigh of relief, and bent down to pick up the flashlight.

"F * ck!"

Chen Yanglin took his flashlight and ran as fast as he could. Even though he was running with all his might, his shoulders were grabbed and he even had the heart to die. He paid his respects to all eight generations of Zhu Xiaopang's ancestors in his heart, thinking that he had truly finished playing this time, and was probably going to die here.

At that time, he did not know where he got the courage from, but he suddenly turned his head, raised his flashlight, and ruthlessly shot back.

"What the f * ck!"

The flashlight seemed to have hit someone, causing goosebumps to grow all over Chen Yanglin's body. There was still someone in the cemetery, could it be something unclean?

The light in his hand flashed, and Chen Yanglin discovered that Zhu Xiaopang was squatting on the ground with his hands covering his face. Countless emotions surged in his heart, as if he had found an organization after a long journey of ten thousand miles, he was extremely excited.

"Little Fatty, are you alright?" Chen Yanglin asked in concern.

"Why don't you just try and get hit by the flashlight? Aiya, it hurts so much." Zhu Xiaopang raised his head, a torch mark appeared on his chubby face, one of his eyes was swollen.

Chen Yanglin opened his mouth wide, thinking that he should say something, maybe it was because he was cold and gloomy, Chen Yanglin asked stupidly: Are you a human or a ghost?

"Your Lord Fatty is a human, what's wrong?" Zhu Xiaopang withered, he saw a trace of fear on Chen Yanglin's face.

"Then who is he?" Chen Yanglin pointed at Zhu Xiaopang's back with a sad face.

Swish!

Zhu Xiaopang's face was pale white, he was after all, a seventeen or eighteen year old child.

Chen Yanglin frowned, thinking that Zhu Xiaopang was a pure man, he had only made fun of him, yet he was already scared to the point of wetting his pants, this was just too much.

"That, I was just joking with you." Chen Yanglin embarrassedly patted Zhu Xiaopang's shoulder as he suddenly saw another black shadow appear in front of his great-grandfather's grave.

"F * ck your grandpa!"

Zhu Xiaopang flew into a rage and kicked Chen Yanglin in the stomach, causing him to stagger and fall to the ground.

Chen Yanglin thought that the black figure in front of his great-grandfather's grave would be Zhu Xiaopang at first, but who would have thought that the black figure that had disappeared would appear again. At this moment, Chen Yanglin felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and he was actually unable to say anything after thinking carefully about begging for help.

Zhu Xiaopang was also dumbstruck, laughing mockingly: "Chen Yanglin, you brat, it can't be that you saw something unclean, right? If you were to be seen by Big Plaits like this, you would definitely not have a chance."

"Caw …" Chen Yanglin opened his mouth and uttered a voice that caused Chen Yanglin to shudder from the chill in his heart.

He ran for his life, but Chen Yanglin didn't know what he saw, but he knew that he had had a fever for three days and three nights since that night. Luckily, his physique was not bad, and coupled with the fact that he usually ate well, he was able to survive this ordeal.

Zhu Xiaopang ran off by himself, and in that instant, the thought of cutting off all ties with Zhu Xiaopang suddenly appeared in Chen Yanglin's mind, and his legs became so weak that he could not even stand up. Chen Yanglin even felt that the Heavenly God Buddha abandoning Chen Yanglin was actually making Chen Yanglin this miserable.

Chen Yanglin stared straight at the black shadow that entered his great grandfather's grave. As the ice cold aura around his body receded, Chen Yanglin immediately jumped up from the ground. He didn't know why Chen Yanglin suddenly felt more curiosity towards the black shadow, and even felt a sense of intimacy from the black shadow.