The Plow

The person who came in was actually the gray-haired person who presided over the wedding banquet just now.

Although the black clothes and mask are neat and tidy, but his impression is too deep. When he sees him, Ling Shu can't help but think of his elongated face and beast-like eyes staring at people in the dark marriage. Waiting for you to die at any time and pounce on you to take a bite, he vaguely remembered that he had just woken up, when his consciousness was blurred, he seemed to have seen such a pair of eyes.

The voice vibrating back and forth in his ears seemed to have a magical power. Although he was not controlled in the end, it was inevitable that he would still leave a shadow and feel very uncomfortable.

Ling Shu felt that if he didn't wear a hood now, his expression would show clues.

Looking at Yang Chunhe again, his body had already started to tremble slightly, he seemed to be unable to hold on better than Ling Shu, he hurriedly stretched out his hand to touch the opponent's back, Yang Chunhe was startled, and seemed to be a little awake.

The other party showed a flattering smile that was completely different from before, and faced Yue Dingtang.

"Mr. Yue, I'm here to tell you by the order of the envoy. Tonight, the envoy will set up a banquet for you. Please prepare for it. Someone will come to pick you up in about an hour."

Yue Dingtang was a little surprised: "So fast?"

He thought it would take three to five days to meet the so-called president of the Blue Dragon Society.

The gray hair hurriedly said: "You are a distinguished guest, and God Envoy will spare time in his busy schedule, and will not keep you waiting! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If you have anything to say, you can think it over first, and when the time comes Tell God Envoy together, otherwise, after tonight, it may take a long time to see the old man."

Yue Dingtang said with a smile: "If I also join Qinglong Villa and become your own person, won't I be able to see the envoys from time to time?"

The gray-haired man said: "That's not the case. God makes every day manage everything. He doesn't meet people easily, let alone meet new people so quickly. Mr. Yue is the exception among the exceptions. Just one."

Yue Dingtang: "In that case, I'm very honored."

The exceptions among the exceptions are all nonsense. To put it bluntly, Yue Dingtang was able to make a lot of money for Qinglong Society in the shortest time, which made the envoy successfully notice him and wanted to meet him, so that He will make greater contributions to the Qinglong Society.

No matter how much gods and gods there are, it is not as real as money. Even if Yue Dingtang is a great dancer now, and he can summon souls and ghosts, it is probably not as big as the temptation to make money. Although the Qinglong Society uses religion to make money, it says After all, he was still a gang, and this envoy was the leader of a gang disguised as a ghost. He was no different from Lu Tongcang or even Jiang He.If there is, it is that he is more unscrupulous than Jiang He, more cruel and curious, and breaks through the lower limit of human cognition-hypnotizes the participants to control their minds, and forces people to eat corpses in the blood banquet of dark marriages. Yue Dingtang thinks he has learned a lot. , also unheard of.

The gray-haired man didn't think he was talking ironically, but rather agreed with it.

"That's true. The gods have great powers, and there are very few people who can enter his eyes. It can be seen that Mr. Yue is an outstanding person. If it is convenient, I can say a good word or two for me in front of my lord. I will be satisfied. "

Yue Dingtang said with a smile: "Mr. He, with your ability, you will come out sooner or later. Why should I say good things, but if you want, I can also show you some enlightenment. Everyone can make money together."

The gray-haired man looked happy, and rubbed his fingers: "Then I would like to thank Mr. Yue first, there are indeed more places that need money recently..."

Yue Dingtang waved to him, his gray hair leaned over, and saw Yue Dingtang took out a note and wrote a set of numbers.

"This is my bank account in HSBC. There is a small amount of money in it. It was originally planned to be used to buy a house after marriage, but now I feel that I will hang out with you and I will not worry about not having a house in the future. I hit it off with Mr. He. The money , if you bring it up, it will be regarded as a little care from me to you and to the Azure Dragon Society."

The gray-haired itchy and hesitant: "This, it's not good, how can I get my hands on the membership dues you donated?"

Yue Dingtang: "I'm not familiar with the place when I come here. The first person I met was you, Mr. He. You treat me kindly. I can't say anything else about me. I will always repay whoever treats me well. That account There should be around [-] US dollars in it, please donate [-] to the association on my behalf, and I will tell Lord God Envoy."

The implication is that the other two thousand is to benefit the gray hair.

The other party was really happy, and took the note without being polite, and his attitude towards Yue Dingtang was naturally more affectionate.

"Then old brother is impolite. By the way, I would like to remind you that God Envoy is a little suspicious. He may ask you many questions a few times. You must be loyal and don't speak nonsense, otherwise you may get into trouble."

Yue Dingtang understood: "I understand, thank you, Brother He."

The two quickly established a deep friendship because of that bank account number. The gray hair accepted the note, and their faces were smiling like flowers, but it made people get goosebumps even more.

"Then I won't bother you. You should prepare quickly. I won't be the one who will pick you up later."

After he instructed Yue Dingtang, he got up and was about to say goodbye, but when he walked to the door, his footsteps suddenly stopped.

Yue Dingtang: "What did you leave behind?"

The gray-haired man turned around abruptly, walked up to Ling Shu and the two of them, and stood in front of Yang Chunhe, staring straight at her with a pair of eagle eyes, like a beast eager to eat people.

Under such staring eyes, it is difficult for anyone to keep calm. Although Yang Chunhe is brave, she is only a young female student after all. This trip to Qinglong Villa has made her see the darkest side of human nature.

Seeing that she was about to be unable to hold on to revealing her secrets, something fell out of Ling Shu's cuff, and his gray hair immediately diverted his attention.

He lowered his head and saw an extra finger on the ground.

A little finger that was supposed to be from a living person, because it has been too long, the surface of the skin has begun to rot.

"Where did it come from?" The gray-haired man narrowed his eyes and picked up his fingers.

"Forgive me, Manager He. This was thrown on the ground at the wedding banquet just now, and my subordinates picked it up. I wanted to return it, but my subordinates have grown up so much, and have never touched a woman's hand. I was fascinated by it for a while, so..."

Ling Shu knelt on the ground and deliberately said this in a salivating and disgusting tone.

In fact, the reason why he keeps this finger is because there is a white mark on the fingernail, which cannot be recognized by others, but if Mrs. Feng sees it, she will definitely know whether it is from Miss Feng San.

Now that the situation is very serious, it can only be used to rescue Yang Chunhe.

Yue Dingtang was about to talk to divert the gray hair's attention, but he didn't think that the gray hair not only didn't blame and suspect Ling Shu, but admired his behavior very much, and laughed strangely.

"If you want to touch women, I have a lot of them. Not only do you have hands, but you also have heads and bodies. Look back at your qualifications. If you can get into my eyes—"

He put his hand on Ling Shu's head and stroked it slowly through the hood.

Ling Shu was terrified and dared not move.

Yue Dingtang almost couldn't help but wanted to grab that hand and chop it off, but because of the overall situation, he could only endure it.

He knew that the gray hair was not for teasing Ling Shu, but for the more terrifying purpose.

Because the other party touched Lingshu's appearance, as if looking through the mask and skin to see if Lingshu's bones were not perfect and suitable for collection.

"It doesn't matter how many women's fingers you want in the future."

After the gray-haired man finished speaking, he retracted his hand in satisfaction, put the severed finger back in Ling Shu's palm, got up and left.

After the door closed, Yang Chunhe let out a long breath and completely collapsed on the ground.

"What kind of devil is this!"