My tablet has become the palm of the antique tycoon

Ming Yi's eyes lit up suddenly, and he asked curiously, "What mission?"

Yin Youran shook his head at him and said, "We signed a non-disclosure agreement, so we can't talk about it."

Ming Yi showed a disappointed expression, and let out a depressed voice.

Seeing this, Yin Youran laughed, pointed to the man next to him, and said, "But your boyfriend didn't sign it, you can ask him."

Ming Yi's emotions were brought up again, and he followed the direction of the man's finger and looked at Cao Xuanhe.

Cao Xuanhe looked indifferent, and threw out two words: "Eat."

Ming Yi approached him and whispered, "I'm curious and want to hear."

Cao Xuanhe tilted his head, met his dark eyes, thought for half a second, and hummed lightly.

Ming Yi's interest was instantly aroused, and before he could urge him, he heard the man say, "We'll talk about it when we're free."

Ming Yi frowned: "Then when are you free?"

Cao Xuanhe: "Night."

Ming Yi was vigilant for a moment: "...you didn't lie to me, did you?"

Cao Xuanhe: "No."

Ming Yi: "Did you dig another hole for me to jump into?"

Cao Xuanhe: "No."

Ming Yi: "Really?"

Cao Xuanhe: "Yes."

The voices of one person and one ghost were not loud, but the box was quiet, and several people were sitting close to each other, so all their conversations fell into the ears of the other three spectators.

Yin Youran once saw Cao Xuanhe like this, couldn't help but click his tongue twice, moved to his right hand, and whispered to Zhang Dongchen: "Did you smell it?"

Zhang Dongchen asked: "What?"

Yin Youran: "The sour smell of love."

At this time, Liu Weikai who was next to him came over and said quietly: "Not only the sour smell of love, but also the smell of old vinegar that can't eat grapes, sour grapes."

"Hey, you brat, are you looking for a beating!"

Yin Youran reacted instantly and raised his hand to hit him.

Liu Weikai had been on guard for a long time and quickly avoided it.

All in all, the meal was quite harmonious, and at the end, Yin Youran, a humanoid cash machine, checked out and left.

And while they were eating happily, they were in a certain household in a residential building tens of kilometers away.

The middle-aged man, who was lying on the sofa and watching TV, suddenly tensed up, as if he had a stroke, and he clutched his head and groaned in pain.

It was as if ten thousand silver needles had been pierced into the nerves of his brain, and the pain was so painful that he was in excruciating pain.

The middle-aged man knocked on his head desperately with his left hand, but his left hand was obviously missing. Of the original five fingers, only the thumb and index finger remained.

Suddenly, he felt that something was quickly drilling into his body.

His eyes widened in horror, he desperately got up from the sofa, and stumbled towards the bathroom.

The middle-aged man propped his hands on the sink, and stared at himself in the mirror with wide eyes. His body, which was originally clean, was now covered with gloomy black air, and these black air with evil karma kept rolling Then, quickly drilled into his body.

His forehead was shrouded in black air, covering half of his face, adding a bit of haze to the already sour face.

"No...it's impossible, impossible!"

"How could this happen!" The man widened his eyes, thought for a while, and suddenly laughed: "Yes, this must be an illusion, an illusion!"

"Don't think that I will be afraid, it's impossible!"

He raised his left hand tremblingly, looked at the three wounds that were still wrapped, and laughed loudly: "I said it was a blindfold, I already separated those ghost things, how could they come back, hahaha , fake, all fake..."

He hypnotized himself, but the pain in his head made him unable to ignore it.

The middle-aged man yelled, tears fell involuntarily, and he fell limp on the ground. He smashed his head with his broken left hand, as if this would relieve the pain.

Because of too much force, he smashed the tightly wrapped gauze to the ground, revealing three horrific-looking wounds.

Two of the wounds had scabbed over, leaving only the middle finger with the shortest healing time, because the force of the smash was too heavy, and bright red blood had already flowed out.

As the middle-aged man cried bitterly, the evil karma around him accumulated more and more. The middle-aged man ignored the pain in his head, grabbed the edge of the sink, got up with all his strength, stood up with his legs, and looked at it again. to the mirror.

In the mirror, the black energy of evil karma had already enveloped half of his body, his facial features were blurred, and the black energy on his forehead continued to penetrate.

The evil karma of torturing and killing dozens of people, carried on one person's body, will kill him!

Not only will he die miserably, but he will also be thrown into hell. There will be no next life, but the next life...

The middle-aged man finally faced reality, looked at the person in the mirror, and laughed sinisterly.

"It's okay, I still have my fingers, even if my fingers are gone, I still have toes... yes, I still have toes."

Speaking of this, his eyes suddenly lit up, picked up the white towel hanging on the drying rack next to him, and walked towards the kitchen.

After a while, there was a dull cry of pain from inside.

The middle-aged man limped out with hands covered in blood, holding five broken toes.

The towel that he had bitten into his mouth was wrapped around his left foot indiscriminately, and it was soaked in blood, but the middle-aged man who had already entered madness didn't care about it. He walked to the study and sat on a chair.

With bloody hands, I picked up the brush and opened the bottle of cinnabar ink.

Because of the severe pain in his feet and head, his hands were shaking uncontrollably.

He dropped his toes on the table, grasped his trembling right hand with the remaining two fingers of his left hand, picked up the yellow talisman, dipped the brush into the cinnabar ink, and silently recited the incantation, and the talisman was completed with one stroke.

He used another piece of talisman paper to write his birth date, and picked up a list next to him.

If someone is by your side, you will be amazed. The whole sheets of paper clearly record your name, date of birth, home address, hobbies, etc...

It can be seen how detailed the middle-aged man inquired about the victims.

Among them, three names were crossed out by him with a red pen, and one of them was Yang Jiaheng.

The middle-aged man scanned the list, and finally locked on a victim named Wei Jiajia. He clearly wrote the victim's name and date of birth on the talisman paper, stacked the three talisman papers together, and wrapped a root toes.

The middle-aged man put the rolled talisman paper on the table, showing a satisfied expression.

He waited patiently, 1 minute, 3 minutes, 5 minutes, 8 minutes, 10 minutes...

The smile on the middle-aged man's face disappeared.

why?

Why didn't his bad karma decrease?

He picked up the table mirror on the table, saw the face shrouded in black air, and opened his eyes wide.

Could it be that he was in severe pain just now, his hands were too shaking, and he didn't draw the talisman well.

Yes, it must be so!

Take your time and get rid of the bad karma on your body, everything will be fine, don't panic!

The middle-aged man told himself in his heart, took a deep breath, endured the severe pain, put a smile on his face, shook his trembling right hand, picked up the writing brush again, dipped in the cinnabar ink, picked up the talisman paper, and started again. Say the mantra silently.

After half an hour:

The floor of the study room was full of painted talisman papers, as well as yellow talismans with his and the victim's names written on them.

The middle-aged man's expression had already fallen into madness, his eyes were round and his right hand was shaking like a sieve, but he still didn't give up, chanting incantations loudly while drawing amulets.

He has tried this countless times, but the evil karma on his body still has no response!

He reached out to get the yellow talisman, and was about to write his birthday horoscope, when a burst of dizziness hit him, making his eyes go dark.

The towel wrapped around the middle-aged man's left foot was completely soaked in blood, and there was still a small puddle of blood on the ground, half soaking the talisman paper on the ground.

"Impossible, impossible!"

"How could this be? It was possible before, why not now, why!"

The middle-aged man whispered to the end, and roared directly.

He threw the brush in his hand vigorously, and threw it on the clean white wall opposite, sticking a smear of bright red cinnabar ink.

The middle-aged man's face was pale due to excessive blood loss, which formed a sharper contrast with the black air around him.

After the anger passed, his strength was exhausted, and he fell back to the chair, panting heavily.

With trembling hands, he fished into his pants pocket, trying to take out his mobile phone and call 120 for emergency services.

However, his pocket was empty, and he remembered that he had left the phone on the sofa.

The middle-aged man's expression finally became flustered, he couldn't care less about other things, he stood up and wanted to get out of the study.

However, the dizziness caused by ischemia made him go limp again.

This time, he was not so lucky, he didn't fall back into the chair, and fell heavily on the ground.

He raised his left leg and crawled forward with his hands supported, a bloodstain crawled out from under him.

At the entrance of the alley in the south of the city, Cao Xuanhe parked the car and walked towards the alley.

Yin Youran, Zhang Dongchen, and Liu Weikai followed closely behind.

Suddenly, Cao Xuanhe stopped and counted with his left hand.

Yin Youran saw it, took two quick steps forward, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Cao Xuanhe: "The behind-the-scenes of this mission is very vicious."

Yin Youran frowned and asked, "Will he die?"

Cao Xuanhe nodded: "En."

Yin Youran: "How could it be possible to let him die so easily, wouldn't it be too cheap for him."

Cao Xuanhe reported a detailed address, and said, "Then find someone to rescue him before it's too late."

Yin Youran hummed, took out his cell phone, and turned to make a call.

Ming Yi, who was hiding in his pocket, asked curiously: "Why not let him die? He has such bad karma on his body, even if he dies, he will be thrown into hell for punishment, and he will not be easily bypassed."

Cao Xuanhe explained: "Before he goes to hell, Yin Youran will let him experience the punishment of hell on earth."

Ming Yi: "...Oh."

After a while, they had reached the middle of the alley, and Wanbaozhai was just a few steps away.

Then I heard an impatient female voice: "I told you, we don't accept this stuff in our store, you can sell it wherever you like, you don't understand people's language, do you?"

"You little girl, if you don't accept it, you won't accept it. What are you shouting about? You are a money-loser with long hair and short knowledge. It's really fucking unlucky to meet you. If it weren't for the lack of money, I would beg you for such a good thing. I won't sell it to you!"

While walking, the man turned his head and cursed. He didn't notice that there was an extra foot in front of him, and stumbled unexpectedly.

"Fuck you, who the hell doesn't have eyes..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was kicked hard in the stomach, kicking him flying two or three meters away.

The roads in the alley are paved with slate bricks, and a fall on the buttocks can directly break the coccyx.

The young man's complexion instantly twisted in pain, and he wanted to swear, but when he met Cao Xuanhe's deep and quiet eyes, he instantly faltered.

Obviously, he recognized the man as Cao Xuanhe.

He swallowed, muttered something in a low voice, stood up, clutched his tailbone and limped away.

When Qiaoqiao saw it, he immediately approached with a smile, and praised: "Boss, your kick is so handsome!"

Cao Xuanhe ignored her praise and asked, "What's going on?"

Qiaoqiao: "The man brought over a few living pits (just unearthed cultural relics), insisted on letting us take them, and he didn't hesitate to lower the price in his capital, saying that he was short of money and rushed out."

When Cao Xuanhe heard this, he chuckled lightly.

It seems that someone is impatient to put charges on him and wants to send him in.