First-class Celestial Master [Rebirth]

It's not right, it's really not right...

Zhou Tong was sitting on the sofa, pondering while peeling apples. His hands were dexterous, and his fingers seemed to be dancing. , fell into the fruit bowl, the thickness was just right, and the measure was not broken.

Until Ling Yuan came out of the shower, Zhou Tong still hadn't figured out why Zhao Jingshan was looking for Wang Siqi.Business matters?He had read a lot of information about Zhao Jingshan. Zhao Jingshan lived a rigorous life and basically never went to nightclubs or footwashing rooms. How could he invite Wang Siqi to a nightclub?Want to soak up Wang Siqi?That's even more impossible.

"What are you thinking about?" Ling Yuan flipped the apple in Zhou Tong's hand lightly, took a bite, and asked, "Sitting here in a daze for a long time."

"No." Zhou Tong generously gave away the apple he took a bite out of, and picked up another one to continue peeling, "Do you still remember the name of that nightclub?"

"How is it possible to remember." Ling Yuan said, "I have nothing to do when I'm idle, why pay attention to this?"

"Then see if it's this one." Zhou Tong slid his finger on the phone screen, turned to the signboard of a nightclub and handed it to Ling Yuan.

Ling Yuan's memory is naturally good, the only things he doesn't remember are those that he doesn't care about, and he will naturally remember everything that catches his eye. As soon as Zhou Tong sent the photo to him, he recognized it and said: "From the appearance Look at this one." He felt that Zhou Tong knew everything, so he sat at home eating apples and reading books, how could he even guess which nightclub Zhao Jingshan went to?

"Do you remember Wang Siqi's sister?" Zhou Tong asked.

Ling Yuan frowned, disliked that frivolous woman: "I remember."

"Her sister often goes to this nightclub."

"You mean that Zhao Jingshan's target is his sister."

"No, brother and sister."

Thinking of this, Zhou Tong called Duan Zheng: "Duan Zheng, do you have the VIP card of XX entertainment club?"

"Yes, yes!" Duanzheng suddenly heard Zhou Tong borrowing the VIP card of the nightclub from him, trembling with fright, and asked in disbelief, "Isn't it? Xiaotong, you are going to the nightclub? But you should also go to see it Oh, how can there be a man who has grown to 25 and hasn't been to a nightclub yet? Xiaoyuan is not by your side, so let me recommend a project for you, one for one..."

Before he finished speaking, Duanzheng heard Ling Yuan's muffled cough on the phone, immediately silenced, and changed his words, "It's rotten, don't try it, it's meaningless."

"I need it urgently," Zhou Tong said.

"Ah." Looking at his watch, he said, "Then you are waiting at the door of XX, and I will send someone to take it to you right away, within 10 minutes at most."

"Twenty minutes..." Zhou Tong said, "It's too late. Forget it, let's go astray."

Duanzheng looked confused: "What???"

Zhou Tong hung up the phone, grabbed an unremarkable dress and went out, he said to Ling Yuan: "Wait for me at home."

"I'm with you." Ling Yuan was worried, and followed Zhou Tong out the door.

The little puppet cat meowed in the back, and arched the Tianyan town altar wood that was sleeping like a dead pig, the Tianyan town altar tree wobbled, woke up, and tapped on the ground as if dozing off, being caught The little puppet gnawed with its sharp teeth, and immediately woke up. After figuring out what the little puppet meant, it quickly flew up and got directly into Zhou Tong's backpack.

As soon as Zhou Tong went out, Ling Yuan put his arms around his waist, stepped on the flying stars and rushed all the way to the XX Entertainment Club. The gate with neon lights was right in front of him. Zhou Tong pointed to the dark path beside him and said, "Take a shortcut."

"Okay." The two turned around and turned into a small alley.

***

Wang Siqi followed Zhao Jingshan into the nightclub, with a natural smile on his face, but he was very puzzled in his heart.

Zhao Jingshan is very careful about his private life. Such a big boss, almost 40 years old, doesn't even have a scandal partner. He doesn't play with female employees, female college students, models or actresses. He is as clean as a piece of white paper. Well, these days, it is simply a rare creature that can be hung up and placed in the National Museum for the whole world to admire the modern version of Liu Xiahui.

It's one thing to complain, but another thing to be real.

No matter how much he doubted Zhao Jingshan's purpose, he still had to follow. Zhao Jingshan was too unpredictable, and he kept his word. Phenomenon.

A million thoughts flooded into his mind. Wang Siqi looked at Zhao Jingshan's eyes that turned a blind eye to the beauties on the left and right but only looked at him. He trembled all over, and suddenly had a bad feeling. Are you on yourself?

Wang Siqi anxiously followed Zhao Jingshan into the private room. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Wang Sijing sitting on the sofa. The two looked at each other. Wang Sijing's eyes were full of panic. She looked at Wang Siqi for help, shrugging her face. He whispered: "Brother..."

It was too late when Wang Siqi realized something was wrong. The door of the private room was closed and locked. He was pushed in by Zhao Jingshan's bodyguards. Wang Siqi accidentally fell a few steps forward. He looked at the room with a smile. Zhao Jingshan: "Mr. Zhao, what do you mean?"

"Chen En, check it out."

"Yes." Chen En unbuttoned his sleeves, revealing a string of Buddhist beads on his wrist. Wang Siqi glanced at the string of Buddhist beads in horror, and an ominous premonition welled up in his heart. His eyes were like a man-eating ghost, his shirt was drenched in cold sweat, Wang Siqi ran out of the door regardless of other things, but was kicked in the abdomen by the people around Zhao Jingshan, curled up like a shrimp stooped.

Chen En grabbed Wang Siqi's forehead hair and forced Wang Siqi to raise his head. Chen En's dark eyes looked at Wang Siqi, his lips moved, and he recited some mantra. The string of Buddhist beads was stuck on Wang Siqi's forehead , On the Buddhist bead that touched Wang Siqi's forehead, a grimace gradually appeared.A pair of hands stretched out from the Buddhist bead and tightly grasped Wang Siqi's forehead to fix it. The lips on the ghost face adhered to the forehead and sucked out his soul forcefully.

Wang Siqi was dizzy, his eyes widened, and his pupils shrank sharply, reflecting Chen En's expressionless face.

Just when he thought he was going to die, Chen En suddenly threw him on the ground and put away the prayer beads he was still thinking about. He nodded to Zhao Jingshan and said, "Boss, it's true."

"Good luck." Zhao Jingshan lit a cigarette and said casually. He lit the ashes in the ashtray and ordered: "Then let's start."

"Okay." Chen En nodded.

Immediately, Wang Sijing, who was inexplicably trapped on the sofa and unable to move, was suddenly pushed off the sofa, and was roughly pressed to the ground. Chen En took a knife and compared it to Wang Sijing's artery, and cut in along the main artery of Wang Sijing little by little.

What Chen En carefully held in his hand was not an ordinary knife.

There is a strong yin qi around the knife, and it has been soaked with the blood of a hundred people who died unjustly.

When cutting into the flesh, a cold feeling pierced into the skin, causing Wang Sijing to tremble violently like an epileptic, as if she had been electrified.However, the physical pain is not the most painful. The most painful thing is that when the knife cuts in, the ghost attached to the blade crazily drilled into her body, biting her flesh.

"It's so painful..." Wang Sijing wailed, and was held down by Zhao Jingshan's men. She stretched her neck and twisted her body. The stinging pain from her neck made her almost unbearable, "Brother, brother, save me... ...so painful!"

Yin Qi floated up, curled up on her face, and quickly ate her pretty face clean.

The exquisite makeup painted by Wang Sijing has long been wasted because of crying, and now it is sticky and sticky to the face that has been crumbled into dry and cracked ground, which is indescribably horrifying.

Her pupils were full of fear, and the scarlet in her eyes spilled out of the skin, almost bursting out of the blood vessels and bursting out.

Wang Siqi backed away again and again in fright, completely unaware of what was happening in front of him.

Falling from heaven to hell is just an hour away.

He was still immersed in the joy of making a big deal, but he was suddenly pulled into this kind of horror. Wang Siqi was so frightened by Wang Sijing's appearance that he cried. He knelt down to Zhao Jingshan and begged: "Zhao Jingshan Boss, we brother and sister have offended you for some reason, as long as you say a word, we can do anything! Boss Zhao, please let us go."

However, he never had the chance to get close to Zhao Jingshan.

Zhao Jingshan sat on the sofa indifferently, his straight long legs covered under the suit were raised, he lowered his eyes and did not look at Wang Siqi, and said to Chen En: "It's almost there."

Chen En nodded, and cut off with a sharp knife, completely breaking Wang Sijing's artery.

The blood spurted out, and the person holding Wang Sijing had to let her go. Wang Sijing stared wide-eyed and covered the wound on her neck that was spurting blood. The blood gushed out like a volcanic eruption, soaking Wang Sijing's hands, and she trembled. After a few strokes, he collapsed to the ground and died.

Finished!

Wang Siqi fell limply to the ground, looking at Wang Sijing's body in despair.

Wang Sijing is dead, the next person Zhao Jingshan should torture is him!

Why!Why! ! !

It's not over.

After Wang Sijing died, her body was pulled up by Chen En wearing gloves. Chen En pasted a talisman on Wang Sijing's forehead. At a high place, Chen Enmo recited the incantation, and the amulet emitted a faint purple light, and soon sucked Wang Sijing's soul out of her body.

Looking at Wang Sijing's state, Zhao Jingshan curled his lips in satisfaction, took a sip of the red wine, and said, "Not bad."

Chen En let out a sigh of relief, and carefully drew out Wang Sijing's soul.

Since Wang Sijing's soul came out, there was a spell on her forehead. This spell was used to suppress the soul. Once Wang Sijing was restrained by this spell, it was impossible for her soul to leave here.

Wang Siqi watched Wang Sijing's soul being pulled out helplessly, and backed away in fright.

This is too fantasy for him!It is simply impossible to happen!ghost! !Wang Sijing turned into a ghost!Became a ghost!What exactly does Zhao Jingshan want to do!

Zhao Jingshan shifted his gaze to Wang Siqi this time, his eyes were gloomy, as if he was looking at a dead person when he looked at Wang Siqi.

Zhao Jingshan said to him, "It's up to you whether you want to die or live."