"Oh, so that's how it is. Please come in quickly, two guests." Aunt Tong immediately lost her doubts when she heard that, the two really wanted to be like this.

The three came to the living room and sat down. After Jin Zhiwen made Aunt Tong serve tea, he ordered her to leave. He didn't want to involve more people in this matter.

Zhao San picked up the delicate teacup, took a breath and took a sip. After closing his eyes and pondering for a while, he opened his eyes and said, "Call!"

"Yes." Jin Zhiwen took out the communicator, tried his best to restrain his trembling hands and pressed the number keys.

"Hi, hello, this is the task entrustment line of the Mage Association. Do you need any help?"

"Hello, this is the case. I am Jin Zhiwen, the chairman of Jinding Group. I suspect that I have been planted with a very vicious curse. Now I urgently need a powerful mage to lift the curse for me." Jin Zhiwen intermittently He spoke the lines he had prepared in advance, and his voice really sounded like a patient suffering from a disease.

"Can you confirm that you have been cursed? That's right. Once we receive the entrustment and send out a mission, the mage will dispatch immediately. If you are confirmed not to be cursed, you will have to pay." The lady with a sweet voice replied softly.

"Yes, I can, don't, don't, get out of here." The weak panting sound was still very obvious even through the phone.

"Are you okay?" The customer service lady was already frightened, and her voice was distorted.

"It's all right, please send a special mage here as soon as possible, preferably not too old, I will pay you every cent, my address is." Jin Zhiwen hung up the communicator, and his whole body softened Mud slipped off the sofa and fell to the ground.

Zhao San put down his finger lightly, seeing Jin Zhiwen's terrified gaze, he said slowly, "Since you want to act, do it more realistically."

"What do you mean?" Jin Zhiwen lay on the ground gasping for breath, his clothes soaked in cold sweat, as if he had been fished out of the water.

"The curse is real. Although it's a small curse, even so, you can only live for two hours at most. If the mage arrives fast enough, you can survive." Zhao San propped up his left hand, his whole face It looked lazy on the back of the hand, as if it wasn't him who planted the fatal curse just now.

"Why? Didn't we agree?" Jin Zhiwen lay on the ground with his face on the ground, his face distorted by despair.

"Are you ready? When did it happen? Why don't I remember, do you remember?" Zhao San turned his head to Sylphy and asked seriously.

"I don't remember." Sylphy nodded cooperatively, but he didn't dare to 'turn a blind eye to what I should cooperate with you'.

"Did you hear? We never made any promises from the beginning to the end. The so-called agreement is just your wishful thinking." Zhao San retracted his hands and leaned on the soft sofa, silently admiring the man's desperate expression.

He has already set up an enchantment here, and outsiders can't hear the voices inside and can't see the actual scene clearly. Outsiders can only see the three of them chatting friendlyly with teacups.

"You are despicable!" Jin Zhiwen looked at the two people on the sofa with red eyes, a fire was simmering in his chest, and he felt uncomfortable.

"Despicable? When you hired someone to force me to sign the contract, you never thought that today would happen. It's just the retribution of heaven's retribution." Sylphy looked at him coldly.

This man deserves it!

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