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Nanyang demon monks, he killed eight hundred if not one thousand on the battlefield. This little method of raising little ghosts really couldn't help him.

"I know the way to crack it." He Fengsheng murmured, and the next moment he whispered: "I don't know how Young Master Ye plans to deal with this so-called brat?"

"It's hard to say, it depends on the specific situation, but I can remind Mr. He that if I do something, your ancestral hall will probably be destroyed." Ye Hao said softly.

"Destroyed the ancestral hall?" He Fengsheng was slightly taken aback. For him, the ancestral hall is a spiritual sustenance. If it is destroyed, he will have no way to explain to his ancestors after his death.

"Young Master Ye, can you think of a way to at least protect the ancestral archways of our family, otherwise..." He Fengsheng didn't continue, but Ye Hao understood what he meant.

"Yes," Ye Hao said lightly, "but the ancestral hall may not be preserved, and there may be some risks in the process of moving these archways."

"Risk?" He Fengsheng asked curiously, "What risk? Human life?"

Ye Hao shook his head and said, "It's not human life, but mysterious and mysterious luck."

"The ancestral hall is the spiritual sustenance of a family, and it is also where luck lies."

"Once the archway is taken away, the luck accumulated by you and your family for many years will probably dissipate."

"Therefore, my suggestion is to rebuild an ancestral hall on the spot after I have dealt with it. In this case, it will not damage the luck of you and your family."

Ye Hao's expression was indifferent, but the word "Qi Luck" instantly made He Fengsheng's expression solemn.

He Jia started his business as a gambler, and what he believes most is the saying that one fate, two luck, three geomantic omens.

Although the theory of luck was mysterious, he didn't dare to bet that it was false.

"He Lao, if the little ghost loses his master, there will be a riot in at most three days. By then, you and your family will be killed and injured."

Ye Hao reminded me.

"I can handle it now, but it doesn't mean I can save people at that time. After all, I am not a doctor."

"Deal with it, must deal with it!"

He Fengsheng was silent for three minutes. After weighing the pros and cons, he gritted his teeth and said, "However, please wait for me for a day. I need to convince the elders of the He family before I can let Young Master Ye do whatever he wants!"

Obviously, even if He Fengsheng controls the He family, he must give the He family the face of some clan elders.

The matter involved the ancestral hall again. If the old people did not say hello in advance and destroy the ancestral hall, there might be a huge storm.

Ye Hao smiled in understanding, waved his hand to signal the two to leave the ancestral temple, and said lightly: "I will stay in Hong Kong and Gambling City to deal with some things these days."

"This is my phone number. After you decide to act with your husband, remember to give me a call. I will try my best to arrange the time."

"By the way, it's best for you and your family to spill black dog blood in the yard these few days, but don't let your family members leave. It may not be a good thing for them to leave now." Remember in a second

After saying this, Ye Hao turned and left.

Seeing Ye Hao's leaving figure, He Fengsheng narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression was unpredictable, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Old Zhou said softly: "Patriarch, can you really believe Ye Hao's words?"

"Destroying the ancestral hall, I'm afraid it will be difficult to explain to the superior and the inferior!"

He Fengsheng said indifferently: "Based on his style of betting in Hong Kong and the two cities, I trust him." JrNovels.com