I have the fairy medicine book

Chapter 444 What Are You?

Wang Yuchuan squatted down in front of him, picked up the pager that fell on the ground, and stuffed it into his hand.

"Look, if you had cooperated with me earlier, so many people wouldn't have died now." Wang Yuchuan patted him on the shoulder lightly: "Do you want to live?"

The lobby manager was stunned for a moment, then he sat up straight and nodded repeatedly.

"Think of a way to help me contact Mr. Han. If I can sit down and drink tea with him again, I will be very grateful to you."

Wang Yuchuan gave him an encouraging look.

The lobby manager tremblingly picked up the walkie-talkie and reported the situation to his superior.

This matter was relayed by leaders at all levels, and soon after, it reached Mr. Han's ears.

Mr. Han couldn't help laughing after hearing this.

It can be called an abnormal self-healing ability, and he can also control the Qiankun bag. It seems that this kid is not low.

After a brief hesitation, Mr. Han called the security director and ordered him to send a group of dead men over.

Then, Mr. Han pressed the switch, and the row of bookshelves on his back slowly separated from the middle. The secret room was like a weapon storehouse.

These weapons are all produced by the blacksmith guild, and they are very effective against cultivators.

Mr. Han pushed a small trolley, took off a large pile of Uzi submachine guns from the weapon rack, and put them on the trolley casually.

He came out of the back room pushing a small cart full of Uzis.

The bookshelves slowly closed behind him.

At this time, the group of dead men he wanted was already waiting in his study.

"I will eat you sooner or later."

The devil-like whispers sounded in his ears again, Chen Xiaolin suddenly opened his eyes, and his noisy head calmed down in vain.

A ray of light squeezed through the gap in the curtains, and the whistling sound of traffic could be faintly heard behind the curtains.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, he sat up from the bed, lifted the quilt, and walked to the mirror expressionlessly.

A bloated figure was reflected in the mirror. He looked at his neck, and his eyes slowly extended along the black spot on his neck.

This dark spot appeared half a month ago.

At first it was the size of a coin, but now half of his neck is covered with black spots.

What the hell is this? !Chen Xiaolin picked up the dagger on the table for the nth time, hesitated for a long time, but he still couldn't make up his mind to stab the flesh with black spots on his neck.

Picking it up and putting it down again, Chen Xiaolin let out a low growl angrily.

Soon, the expression on his face calmed down. He picked up the turtleneck sweater on the ground, lowered his eyes, and put it on. His shoulders kept shrugging, and he was not at all energetic.

What should I do today?
Chen Xiaolin poured a glass of whiskey, picked up the glass and shook it lightly, it was so boring.

He raised his head, a kind of black desire blossomed into gorgeous and small flowers in his heart.

At this moment, he received a call from Mr. Han.

The time agreed with that person was changed to now.

Chen Xiaolin threw his hand and threw the glass against the wall. The glass shattered into pieces and splattered everywhere.

Wang Yuchuan was sitting on a sofa, with a cigarette between his fingers, leaning back on the back of the chair, closing his eyes and dozing off.

The top floor of Aoyu Bar is designed as a hanging garden, with micro-cement walls, self-leveling floors, and slate decorative walls. The design here reveals a sense of strength.

The rare plants here are arranged with ingenuity, even if he is an outsider who walks to this floor, he still has a feeling of being bright in front of his eyes.

Beauty is beauty, but I feel a little angry.

Is it an illusion?

It's time to look, and he always feels that these flowers and plants emit a rhyme that disgusts him but is very familiar, like gray fog and sticky smoke.

Where did you see it?

Wang Yuchuan opened his eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Forget it, I don't want to.

He closed his eyes again and let his mind go blank.

Ding Ding Deng!
First, an impassioned and powerful note sounded in the empty hall. Wang Yuchuan was startled, and sat up suddenly and looked around.

Immediately afterwards, a piece of piano music spread out in this empty space with a majestic spirit. Wang Yuchuan remembered that this was Beethoven's "Symphony of Destiny".

The man with disheveled hair and unruly eyes who swore to strangle fate by the throat.

Wang Yuchuan stood up, a little curious in his heart, what kind of person would appear with this background music?He was a little curious and looked in the direction of the elevator with interest.

The elevator doors slowly opened to both sides, and a tall man wearing a peaked cap, black shirt and black pants walked out of the elevator with a smile.

Wang Yuchuan looked him up and down, and liked such an exaggerated appearance, but he didn't expect this person to be dressed in a low-key manner.

Interesting.

The tall man exuded a strong and confident aura, even if he was dressed so plainly, it couldn't conceal the radiance of his body.

Presumably he is the so-called Mr. Han, right?

At this moment, a short and fat man in a turtleneck sweater walked out with his head down.

Wang Yuchuan's gaze fell on him involuntarily, and Chen Xiaolin raised his head slightly, revealing a pair of slender eyes.

Square face, fleshy nose, gloomy complexion, almost invisible upper lip, his appearance gives people a very treacherous feeling, which makes people uncomfortable.

Who is he?

Chen Xiaolin?
Wang Yuchuan thought of the eunuch's voice that made him very uncomfortable.

Just when Wang Yuchuan was wondering, a short, well-groomed man wearing gold-rimmed glasses barged into his field of vision.

Those three people stood side by side, the piano music stopped abruptly, the hall suddenly became quiet, and a sense of urgency that was about to storm swept the entire hall. At this moment, it seemed that only the monotonous sound of dripping water was left in the whole world.

The tall man clapped his hands, and the elevators on both sides suddenly opened, and burly men in tactical suits and Uzi submachine guns rushed out of the elevator.

Chaos and rapid footsteps filled the hall, like a herd of galloping elephants trampling across the ground.

They ran over from both sides of the three people, lined up in front of them, and raised their submachine guns in unison.

The atmosphere froze for a moment.

"This is the prestige you gave me?" Wang Yuchuan spread his arms and said with a slightly mocking tone, with a relaxed face.

"Hand over the video, and I can consider leaving you a whole body." It was the tall man who spoke.

"Who is Mr. Han?" Wang Yuchuan asked through the crowd.

"Mr. Han didn't come." The eunuch's voice appeared again. Hearing this voice, Wang Yuchuan frowned slightly: "Are you Chen Xiaolin?"

"En." Chen Xiaolin nodded, he hated this name very much, just hearing someone call his name made him very upset.

"Come, come, come to me, let me see what you look like." Wang Yuchuan said in a commanding tone.

Chen Xiaolin raised the corners of his mouth, showing a disdainful smile on his face: "What are you?!"

(End of this chapter)