Quick Wear: I am the shopkeeper at the Merit Pawn Shop

Qin Kun glanced at Chen Jinfang's appearance and frowned slightly: "Brother Jinfang, how did you become like this?"

At this time, Chen Jinfang's hair was gray and his face was full of wrinkles. Even a mask could not hide his old age. He was wearing a black robe that wrapped his skin tightly and had sunglasses on his face.

If it weren't for the bodyguards who followed Chen Jinfang closely, Qin Kun almost failed to recognize him.

"It was the master Xuan who was beside your grandson who did it." Chen Jinfang snorted coldly.

"I'm sorry, my boy was also taken advantage of. I will discipline him well when I bring him home this time."

"Just don't let me see him again."

Chen Jinfang obviously had no interest in Qin Zhao. He looked at the two black-robed elders from the Xuanmen Association:

"Where is that kid now?"

“The two pointed at the large golden clock that appeared in the living room.

"He is inside, covered by this talisman, and his soul will be crushed. There is no possibility of survival."

Chen Jinfang kicked the golden bell.

There was a loud "clang" sound, which was so loud that it was likely to break the eardrums of people under the bell.

Yang Hongli wanted to say something, but was stopped by his partner: "Mr. Chen is holding back his anger, so it's better to let him vent. Mr. Chen is just an ordinary person, and Fu Bao is not so fragile."

Yang Hongli thought about it and it made sense. If the talisman would break if kicked by an ordinary person, could it still be called a talisman?

"I let you be so arrogant. Now die." Chen Jinfang roared as if to vent his anger.

It was so difficult for him to break the curse. Now, many masters of Xuanmen have helped him to break the curse. Even if he changes his body, it will be of no use. The curse has been engraved into his soul. What's worse is that even if he reincarnates into another world, the curse will accompany him.

Oh my god! How could he bear this? He always claimed to be a favored child of heaven.

At this moment, Shen Shujun rushed towards Chen Jinfang crying and hugged his foot as he was about to kick the golden bell.

"Don't hurt my dad. I'm willing to give my body to Miss Chen. If you want me to commit suicide, I will, just let my dad go."

Chen Jinfang kicked Shen Shujun away and said, "Who do you think you are? Begging me? Are you worthy? Just go and die with your father."

Shen Shujun was kicked away and slid down while hanging on the wall.

Blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

"No, sister." Qin Zhao thought of how he had promised Shen Mo to protect Shen Shujun, but now Shen Shujun was injured right under his nose, and he felt extremely sad.

He tried to rush over, but was held back by two bodyguards.

Qin An walked up to Qin Zhao and sneered, "You want to save her?"

“Qin An, if you save her, I will sign the property transfer agreement now, as long as she is alive.”

"Even if she dies, your property will be mine in the future." Qin An patted Qin Zhao's face as if he was teasing him.

"You should be most proud of your hands, right? They won a design award."

Qin Zhao had a very bad feeling.

The next moment Qin An took out a knife that was flashing with cold light and pointed it at his hand.

"No." Qin Zhao finally felt fear and despair. What he cared about most was his hands. If his hands were injured, his career as a designer would be ruined.

"No Qin An."

"Would it be better if you didn't compete with me? I was raised by my grandfather, unlike you. If you want to blame someone, blame your grandfather for taking you away to raise you?" he said in a low voice.

A ferocious smile appeared on his face.

He had been waiting for this day for too long.

His knife chopped towards Qin An's fingers.

Suddenly, the smile on his face disappeared, and the knife in his hand could no longer move forward.

He couldn't believe it and chopped forward with all his might, but it seemed like he was stuck in a crack in the rock.

The hand holding the knife could not be retracted, nor could it be cut down, and it was completely unable to move.

"Go and cripple his hand." Qin An angrily ordered the two bodyguards.

His left hand grasped his right hand and pulled it back with force.

The bodyguard thought Qin An was being weird. Could it be that he couldn't do it? So he was just pretending?

However, they just did what their bodyguard employer told them to do. Just when the two bodyguards were about to crush Qin Zhao's hand bones, they both groaned and flew out, their bodies hitting the wall, causing the chandelier above their heads to shake several times.

"Who?" This time these people finally noticed something was wrong.

Then Qin An's hand holding the knife loosened a little and he was finally able to move.

But the knife slipped towards his fingers, and all five fingers fell off.

"Ah!" he exclaimed.

"Who? Stop playing tricks and come out." Two mystics shouted into the house.

But Shen Shujun, who had been knocked unconscious by Chen Jinfang, floated up from the corner of the wall like a Western magic.

And his body floated towards them step by step.

Everyone found this scene weird. When the two mystics were about to launch their ultimate moves against Chen Shujun, the person holding Shen Shujun revealed his human form.

Shen Mo, a man with black hair and looking younger than before, appeared in front of everyone holding Shen Shujun.

Shen Shujun was not floating, but was held in Shen Mo's arms, but Shen Mo had just disappeared.

"You, how could you..."

"Aren't you suppressed inside the big clock?"

The two mystics said in unison, their eyes looking towards the big bell.

The golden bell that the talisman transformed into began to crack a little bit, and the golden light slowly dissipated, and finally turned into powder and dissipated.

"I really have to thank that kick from outside just now. If someone hadn't kicked the clock, I might have had to stay in there for a while."

Shen Mo was so focused on concentrating his soul that he almost forgot the time, and also forgot the danger of Qin Zhao and Shen Shujun outside. It was just the sudden ringing of the bell that reminded him that he still had important things to do outside, so he came out in stealth.

"Puff—" Chen Jinfang spat out a mouthful of blood.

Qin Kun's legs were trembling, and he pulled Qin An and ran out.

Qin Zhao smiled bitterly. As expected, Qin An truly loved his grandfather. Even after running away, he did not forget to take his most beloved grandson with him.

Shen Mo controlled the door and slowly closed it.

Seeing that the door was about to close, Qin An grabbed Qin Kun who was running in front of him and threw him backwards, and he quickly passed through the gap in the door.

The door closed the next moment. Qin Kun stared at the closed door in a daze, feeling mixed emotions.

"Qin Zhao, call the police!"

"Call the police? Are the police in charge of Xuanmen's case?" Qin Zhao looked confused.

"There is solid evidence that these people have committed crimes. As long as there are laws in this country, the police will take action." Shen Mo said firmly.

"We are the vice presidents of the Xuanmen Association. We have offended you, sir. We, the Xuanmen Association, will compensate you. We still hope that the government will not intervene in Xuanmen's affairs, and let Xuanmen solve them on its own. What do you think, sir?"

"No matter what. Since we live in a country with laws, no matter who you are, you should not circumvent the law. Otherwise, what do you think the country is?"

"Well said." At this moment, a hearty voice came from outside the door.

Shen Mo gave Qin Zhao a look, and Qin Zhao immediately went to open the door.