I was framed and walked into the wrong room, and I gave birth to a litter for the CEO.

"Do you think it's just your luck that you two came here so smoothly?

Or do you think that I am a Holy Mother and you want to convince me of something with just a few words of yours? "

He finally spoke, with endless sarcasm in his words.

"Then what exactly do you want to do? Kill everyone in our Shi family and Sheng family.

In addition to the people who have a good relationship with us, you will not let them go? Does this make you happy? Think you have the whole world? "Shi Xiyue asked back.

"Wouldn't it be too boring to kill you guys? It's better to play like this... little by little and slowly, that's how interesting it will be." He put down the teacup in his hand and touched a tablet on the coffee table.

Suddenly, multiple surveillance video images appeared on the TV opposite. The picture shows the scene of the Lowe's Group holding its annual meeting. Everyone is eating, drinking and having fun.

Then, the camera focused on the colorful balloons on the ceiling.

"Did you see those balloons? Each balloon is filled with poisonous gas. As long as the balloon explodes, everyone in the company will be infected by the poisonous gas and suffocate to death. Haha..."

After listening to his words, Shen Haojin subconsciously clenched the hands on his knees tightly into fists.

"Do you think my life is more important, or their lives?"

"..." Shi Xiyue frowned, with a painful expression on his face.

She thought that the Lin Boyuan she had met was already the craziest man in the world, but she didn't expect...

How come you didn't expect that? He was Lin Baiyuan's master, the one who taught Lin Baiyuan through words and deeds. A disciple can be so cruel, let alone this master.

No matter how crazy Lin Boyuan was back then, he would only attack her, Sheng Xichen, and the friends around him.

But the devil in front of him is determined to kill all innocent people.

What does human life mean to him?

"Look at how happy they are, I can make their last lives so colorful, they should be grateful to me, right?

hehe……"

"Then I'll let you bury them together first." Shi Xiyue looked at the man's wildly mocking face. She couldn't help but get up and attack him.

A black chain flew from the air and successfully blocked Shi Xiyue's fist, and she instinctively retracted her hand.

"Yueyue, be careful..." Shen Haojin reacted quickly and pulled Shi Xiyue back.

Four men in black appeared in the living room, wearing masks. There is also a long black chain in his hand, and there is a sharp claw on the chain.

Isn't this outfit and the weapons he is holding the same as those men in black who protected Wu Zhisong at the Su family's old house?

At the same time, the Sheng family’s old residence.

Shi Qingfeng woke up from his sleep. Apart from feeling a little dizzy, he had no other discomfort.

He stood up and poured himself a glass of water, drinking it all in one go. Then he walked to the door and opened it.

The servant who was taking care of the flowers and plants in the yard saw him and greeted him enthusiastically: "Master Shi, have you woken up from your nap?"

"..." Shi Qingfeng didn't answer, didn't even look at him, and walked all the way to the gate.

"Hey, Master Shi..." The servant wanted to stop him and told him that when Zhang Yihan went out, she specifically told him to take a walk in the garden if he woke up, and she would be back soon.

But Shi Qingfeng looked cold and ignored him, so he couldn't say anything more.

Shi Qingfeng hailed a taxi outside the door. After getting in the car, he said to the driver: "Go to the Wufo Temple in Yulin Mountain."

Nearly half an hour later, the driver safely delivered Shi Qingfeng to her destination.

"One hundred and thirteen yuan, thank you." When the taxi driver saw that Shi Qingfeng was about to get out of the car and the fare had not been paid to him, he quickly reminded him.

Shi Qingfeng's left foot had already stepped out of the car door. After hearing the taxi driver's words, he took his foot back.

"Here." He motioned to the driver.

The driver subconsciously stretched out his hand, and Shi Qingfeng grabbed his hand. A silver needle in his hand accurately pierced an acupuncture point on the driver's arm.

"Ah..." The driver suddenly felt like his whole body was being numbed by electricity, leaving him unable to resist.

Shi Qingfeng leaned over, took out the silver needle stuck in the acupuncture point on the driver's arm, stared at the back of his head, and inserted another needle.

The driver fell unconscious on the spot.

He pushed open the car door, got out, and walked quickly towards the temple gate on the left.

This place is called Wufo Temple, but there are many famous Buddha statues inside, and the incense is also very strong.

There is also a place called Wufo Temple in Country M. It was a hideout of Lin Baiyuan, but it has been destroyed by Shi Xiyue and others.

Shi Qingfeng came to the hall and knelt down devoutly three times to the Buddha statue in the middle. A monk came to him and led him to a meditation room inside.

"Abbott."

The monk respectfully asked the old monk inside for instructions, and then motioned for Shi Qingfeng to go in.

After Shi Qingfeng walked to the Zen room, the monk closed the door and left.

"Abbott..." Shi Qingfeng sat cross-legged on the mat and called out calmly.

"Amitabha, what is supposed to come has come. Now that you are here, why stay outside all the time?" The wooden fish in the old abbot's hand was knocked gently, and the crisp sound echoed in the air.

The door was pushed open from the outside, and direct sunlight enveloped the Zen room. The figure of the person who walked in was reflected on Shi Qingfeng who was sitting on the cushion.

He closed the door smoothly, but kept standing at the door.

"What? It's been so many years since we last met, and you don't even know how to salute the master when you see him?" The old abbot slowly turned around, his sharp eyes fixed on the man opposite. "My disciple, Tripterygium vine!"

Sheng Zhongye's hand hanging by his side subconsciously tightened his trouser legs.

The bald old monk sitting on the cushion in front is his master, the Evil Poison Holy Hand. Although he had shaved his head, he still dressed like an old monk. But his former face had not undergone any disguise, and it was enough for him to recognize it at a glance.

Not only that, but his dull and gloomy voice still had no modifications.

Calculate carefully how many years it has been since he saw the Evil Poison Master? Shirasugi and Zhimo are both twenty-seven years old. It must have been more than thirty years.

"Master..." Sheng Zhongye mocked sarcastically. “Didn’t you make it very clear when I came down from the mountain?

As long as I take one step down that mountain gate, I will no longer be the disciple of your evil poisonous holy hand.

Now...do you still recognize me as your disciple? "

"That's all, it doesn't matter whether you are a disciple or not.

My apprentice Tripterygium wilfordii has long since disappeared. The person standing in front of me now is only Sheng Zhongye, the second master of the Sheng family, right?

You are smart enough to know that you are plotting against me? "