Strongest Guard

When he received the deposit of fifty thousand dollars, he suspected that he was dreaming.    

If he wasn't dreaming, how could this Mister Zong from the city possibly take out a hundred thousand yuan and invite them to a certain town house?    

A hundred thousand!    

His second uncle, even the class monitor, had set up this group of nine folk band since he was young, specializing in happy affairs.    

When it was a happy occasion, they would play "A hundred birds come and go," and when it was a happy occasion, they would play "Are there any cars coming and going in heaven".    

However, no matter if it was a good thing or not, the reward from the band's hard work never exceeded two thousand yuan.    

Now someone was offering a hundred thousand dollars to go somewhere and beat it up — just for the new town house, and the show was over.    

Receiving a car and giving it a lift, how could Lian Chun Sheng not suspect that he was dreaming if he could earn 100,000 yuan in just a few hours?    

What puzzled him, however, was that Mr. Zong refused to say where he had asked them to go or who he was giving them, and only said that they could not talk to anyone about it.    

Otherwise, he would have to compensate Mister Zong with double the remuneration, which was two hundred thousand yuan.    

Even the chairman was stunned. "Even if I add up all the performances in my life, I might not even be able to earn two hundred thousand. I was stupid, that's why I broke the contract. "    

All the other members of the class also thought this was strange, but no one said anything. After all, this job had a profit of ten thousand yuan.    

It was only when they were brought to a courtyard and saw the "groom" on the bed that the big guys realized it was a wedding.    

Dead and alive.    

No wonder they were so mysterious. Even the youngest Zhang grandma in the band, who already had two grandchildren, was worried that she would be kidnapped by the outlaws and then have her sex life ruined …    

If it was a modern band, they would still beat their hearts when giving the dead a room, no matter how much money they paid.    

However, even the class leader and the others would be at ease.    

In the past few decades, the band had attended several wedding ceremonies, and had often received jobs playing the lock on the dead.    

Therefore, to them, this matter wasn't even considered a big deal. They only needed to follow the instructions of the main clan and do what they were supposed to do.    

Ten minutes later the band stopped playing.    

Ten minutes was long enough.    

It was basically two or three minutes' worth of time when it was in the country room.    

The chairman and the others had only played for ten minutes for the sake of one hundred thousand yuan.    

"Various Great God Immortals, sorry. We'll ask you to go out for a while tonight. It's your duty, and I beg your pardon. "    

When all the musical instruments had been silenced, the class rep clasped his hands together in the southeast corner and bowed deeply.    

When they were robbing a tomb, the military officer would light a candle in the southeast corner of the tomb, proving that the southeast was the most auspicious direction.    

When giving a new person a room in the town, the band would also bow in this direction before leaving.    

After the salutation, Lian Chun Sheng led the way out.    

Zong Gaang, who had been waiting outside for a long time, immediately handed over a thick envelope: "Even class chairman, everyone has worked hard."    

This was the remaining "project funds".    

"Thank you, Mister Zong."    

When Lian Chun Sheng received the envelope, he was slightly stunned.    

The weight of the envelope alone was more than the fifty thousand he had received before.    

"Could it be that the 50,000 he gave me this time is worth 20 yuan?"    

Lian Chun Sheng muttered in his heart. Borrowing the light from the lantern above his head, he opened the envelope.    

Before coming here, he had already promised the other eight members that after this performance, everyone would receive 10,000 RMB for their performance.    

As the chairman, he only had twenty thousand.    

If Zong Gaang gave the wrong ending payment, then he would have broken his trust with the band members. Of course, he had to be clear on the spot.    

"That's right, it's all 100 in cash. But how could there be so many? There are more than ten stacks. "    

Just when Lian Chun Sheng was puzzled, Zong Gaang said: "This is one hundred and fifty thousand." We offer you twice as much as we are satisfied with your performance. That one hundred thousand will be treated as a bonus. "    

Oh, good man.    

I've lived for so long, and this is the first time I've met such a generous good person.    

After figuring out what was going on, the class rep was obviously very happy and somewhat ashamed.    

As the saying goes, return with peach and place with plum. Zong Gaang gave one hundred thousand more yuan. When Chunsheng went out, he also sent back a suggestion.    

He pointed to the gate gods on the gate and whispered, "Mister Zong, according to the customs and customs of our people, we have to invite these two gate gods to come down. After the wedding night, please go up. Otherwise, the groom would not dare to come in. "    

Before the Tang Dynasty, godly gods were not particularly valued by the common people.    

The god-like person in China had even dreamed of his big brother every night after Tang Tai Zong killed the two brothers Jian Cheng and Yuan Ji and brought their wives into the harem as his concubines. The two brothers, covered in blood, led the ghost soldiers, brandishing their spears and sabers and shouted loudly, "You heartless fool, hand over your life!"    

Every night, he would have this kind of dream, which almost scared the wise and mighty Li Er to the point of collapse.    

The old Daoist quickly became haggard and looked like he was about to die from sickness. Seeing that His Majesty's appearance was strange, he hurriedly asked what was going on.    

After Li Er made things clear, Old Yuan sneered and said, "That's easy to deal with. It was just a few lonely ghosts. They actually dared to come and threaten the emperor. They were simply asking for their souls to dissipate. Your Majesty, you only need to send two generals, dressed neatly and armed, to stand at the door of your palace.    

Li Er, who had the spirit of admonishing others, immediately adopted Old Yuan's idea of announcing Qin Qiong. He sent two generals to watch the door for us tonight.    

Indeed, when the two of them showed Li Er the door, His Majesty's sleep quality was excellent. Every morning, he would wake up brimming with energy and vitality.    

However, His Majesty Li Er was brimming with energy, but as time went on, the two of them could not take it any longer, "Your Majesty, it is very enjoyable for you to be caught in the red waves of the palace every night. "If this goes on, sooner or later, the hat will turn green."    

Li Er was a famous monarch, so he obviously didn't want to get a good night's sleep. Thus, he had to trouble the other two to turn the hat green. He quickly went to Old Yuan and asked him about the scheme again.    

Old Yuan pondered for a long time before pinching his fingers together to calculate the time, "This matter is easy to handle. As long as the painter is able to draw the two of them on paper and stick them on the door, it would also have the effect of dodging a hundred ghosts. "    

When the nearby Yuchi Hui heard this, he flew into a rage, raising his big fist and smashing it down towards his opponent. "I'll beat you to death, you old fart." "Since you already have such a good plan, and you want us brothers to stay up late to guard you for so long, you must be the culprit behind my mother's ass pregnancy, right?"    

Just like that, a portrait of Qin Qiong and Chen Changsheng was posted on the door to Second Emperor Li's chambers. The two of them didn't dare to cause any trouble here, either.    

This matter was spread to the Imperial Palace, and when the people heard of it, they immediately followed suit and posted portraits of Qin Qiong and her father on the door.    

Qin Qiong was absolutely the most generous person in the history of China.    

Guain's family had never asked for a portrait fee from a large number of people, and he had always been patient, taking on the role of a gatekeeper, making all evil spirits not allowed to enter.    

Amongst them, naturally it included Lee Nanfang, who died in British Island.    

Could Lee Nanfang's ghost surpass Li Jian's and Li Yuanji's?    

The two brothers didn't dare to barge into Li Er's bedroom because of the godly existence, let alone Lee Nanfang.    

After listening to Squad Leader Lian's speech, Zong Gaang hesitated: "This... I really don't know much about it. Class Leader Lian, is what you said true? "    

If Master Empty hadn't been injured, Zong Gaang would have asked Master Empty about this matter after the wedding with his tail on.    

Sigh, it's time for the old monk to have a phone.    

Zong Gaang, who had hesitated for a long time, felt that it would be best to listen to Class Rep Lian's persuasion.    

After all, in this aspect, even the class rep was a professional.    

When Old Master Yue was alive, it was an old tradition. He was the one who insisted on inviting the godly figure every year.    

After Yue Lincheng and Yue Zitong became Patriarchs, they also inherited the old tradition of the old gramps.    

After carefully inviting the two gods down, Zong Gaang quickly walked to the door of the study and lightly knocked on it with a raise of his hand.    

In the past, whenever Qi Yue was around, all he had to do was tell her.    

During the day at the wedding site, to protect Patriarch Yue, Qi Yue was severely injured and sent to the hospital. She probably wouldn't be able to return to her side for at least three to five months.    

"Enter."    

Yue Zitong's faint voice came from within the door.    

"Eldest Miss, the people from the town house have left."    

Zong Gaang hesitated for a moment and said: "According to their suggestion, I invited the door god down."    

The study was at the westernmost part of the backyard, not far from the bridal chamber. Yue Zitong could hear it after Chunsheng and the others had stopped beating.    

However, she would not step in. She was a bride, alright? She was wearing a bright red dress with a red veil over her head. She was waiting for the bride to invite her over to the bridal chamber.    

After listening to Zong Gaang's words, Yue Zitong nodded her head slightly under the red veil. "Mm, that's good as well. Since I'm going to be married to Nanfang, then of course we have to follow the rules of that marriage. "How about this, Uncle Zong, just withdraw the guards."    

At the scene of the wedding, there was actually someone who took the opportunity to assassinate Yue Zitong, resulting in severe injuries to Qi Yue.    

This was a big matter.    

Qi Yue was no longer present. As the Chief Steward of the Yue Clan, he didn't even need anyone to advise him on this. He had already called over several experts to surround the Yue Clan and carefully observe any movements in the wind or grass.    

Every large clan would nurture their own private forces.    

This was just like the servants in the rich and powerful families in feudal society.    

Yue Zitong's intention for Zong Gaang to remove these servants was exactly the same as Lian Chun Sheng's suggestion to invite the two gods down from the door.    

Each and every one of the guards were ferocious and fearless, their hands covered in blood.    

With them there, would Little Nephew's ghost dare to come to the Yue Clan and start a romantic wedding night with this aunt?    

Even though this is bullshit — clowning, isn't it?    

Of course not!    

If it was, then such a strange scene wouldn't have happened at the wedding site. It completely matched what Master Empty was most worried about.    

Zong Gaang was also very clear about this, but he hesitated: "Miss, if we evacuate them, your safety —"    

Yue Zitong raised her hand. "It will be fine."    

Zong Gaang was helpless and could only nod in agreement. After asking a few more questions in a low voice, he slowly retreated.    

Very quickly, the security guards of the Yue Clan all retreated out of the courtyard, forming an even stricter security perimeter outside.    

With a squeak, the wedding lady who matched Yue Zitong's calligraphy quietly walked in. "Young Miss, the auspicious hour has arrived."    

With the support of the wedding nanny, Yue Zitong, who was dressed in red and had a red veil over her head, limped slowly into the bridal chamber.    

After helping Yue Zitong to sit on the bed, the wedding lady left the room without waiting for any instructions.    

The instant she closed the door, Yue Zitong felt a ghastly aura rising from her surroundings.