The old fox who married into a wealthy family

"What, that boy Ji Xiuyuan is still fine, but the boss died in Luocheng?"

Ji Feng was cleaning and fiddling with collections in the collection room of his home, and was taken aback when he received a call from the fifth Ji Jiong.

"I don't know, it must have been an accident." Ji Jiong sighed on the other end of the phone, "It is said that he drank too much alcohol, which caused acute myocardial infarction."

"Oh, the boss is really, he cherishes his body and loves his life all his life. When I saw him before, he opened his mouth and kept his mouth shut." Ji Feng also sighed, "But at this age, I'm still greedy for drinking."

Immediately afterwards, Ji Feng asked again: "By the way, old five, didn't the immortal master say that the spell must be tested within five days? How come it's been seven days, and Ji Xiuyuan is still alive?"

"Second brother, I called here. Besides the news of elder brother's death, I just wanted to tell you about it." Ji Jiong replied, "Let's all make an appointment tomorrow to meet the immortal master and ask about the situation. You Are you free tomorrow morning?"

"Oh, not in the morning, I have an appointment with my in-laws for tea." Ji Feng thought for a while, "Tomorrow afternoon, I'll be at home in the afternoon."

"Okay, I'll drive over tomorrow afternoon and pick you up." Ji Jiong got Ji Feng's confirmation letter and hung up the phone.

Ji Feng put down his mobile phone, and then carefully wiped his collection of gilded animal head silver jug. This jug has a history of more than 1000 years and is used by the royal family.

There is a layer of black oily coating on the surface of the pot, which looks very old. The appearance is complete and the workmanship is exquisite. It can be called a treasure handed down from the world. He bought it at an overseas auction ten years ago.

It's a pity that since he was defeated by Ji Xiuyuan five years ago, he no longer has the funds and opportunities to buy such precious antiques.

Speaking of which, Ji Xiuyuan is an idiot with no taste in this respect. He actually spent more than 200 million yuan on a snuff bottle from the late Qing Dynasty.

Ji Feng's collection room is not that big, but it is full of beautiful things in eyes and complete internal organs.

There are several specially treated specimen animal heads hanging on the four walls. The collections include swords, calligraphy and paintings, vases, strange stones, etc., all of which are neatly stored in different categories.

Ji Feng put the polished silver pot into Duobaoge, and then slowly walked to a small crystal coffin in the corner.

The treasures he has collected for decades are not as precious as this coffin.

A beautiful girl in a pink lace dress slept in the coffin, whose life was fixed at the age of nine.

The girl wore two braids, fine bangs scattered on her smooth forehead, long eyelashes, a small face with a raised nose, and a calm and serene expression.

Except for the sallow complexion, it was like falling asleep.

Ji Feng's eyes were a little wet, his heart ached slightly, he leaned over and called her softly: "Xiaoyu, Dad misses you so much."

Five years ago, after Ji Feng sacrificed Xiaoyu, he drained her blood, injected it with a special antiseptic, made it into a mummy that could be preserved for a long time, and put it in his collection room as a memory.

He was nearly forty years old when he got this clever and quiet little daughter, whom he loved very much.

And because she died young, the overlapping of guilt and regret made her unique in his mind.

"Xiaoyu, do you miss your father in heaven?"

As soon as Ji Feng finished speaking, the girl in the crystal coffin suddenly opened her eyes.

After death, the eyeball is a part that is prone to shrinkage and decay, so the eye sockets of this mummy are filled with crystal prosthetic eyes.

After the pair of eyes were opened, they still looked black and white, clear and sparkling, but they always lost their vitality and had an inorganic texture.

In Xiaoyu's beautiful eyes, Ji Feng's distorted face was reflected in fear.

"Come, come here..."

Before Ji Feng could yell out, he saw the lid of the crystal coffin explode with a "bang" into pieces of crystals all over the floor, and then a pair of curly yellow hands stretched out from the coffin, strangling his neck.

……

Because Ji Feng usually does not allow others to enter his collection room, and he will lock the door after entering.

So his body was not discovered until the next morning, when the family felt that something was wrong and split open the door of the storage room with an axe.

Xiaoyu has a tomb in Nanshan. Every year on her death day, the whole family goes to worship her and visit her.

It was also at this time that Ji Feng's family members discovered that Ji Feng did not cremate Xiaoyu and bury him, but made a mummy and put it in the collection room.

The cause of death was an accidental fall and hit the crystal coffin lid, which fell to the ground and shattered.It happened that one of the sharp fragments cut off the main artery of his neck, and he bled to death.

... The cause of death sounds bizarre, but this is how the forensic doctor identified it.

Besides, Ji Feng died in a place that can be called a secret room, homicide can be completely ruled out.

Since it was not a criminal case, the police concluded the case as an accidental death.

When Ji Huan and Ji Jiong got the news, they broke out in cold sweat——

Ji Bing suffered from myocardial infarction, and Ji Feng died unexpectedly. If these two events are taken out separately, they can only be regarded as accidents and fortunes.

But Ji Huan and Ji Jiong have ghosts in their hearts.

Eight days ago, the four of them went to Tongxuanzi to cast a spell to kill Ji Xiuyuan. It was originally planned that Ji Xiuyuan would die in an accident within five days.

The deaths were less than a day apart.

If it was just an accident, they would not believe it anyway.

There was no longer any delay, the two hurried to Tongxuanzi's residence to inquire what happened.

Sitting cross-legged on the tatami mat, Tong Xuanzi looked at the two people with ashen faces and flustered expressions, and slowly said, "Is that so... It seems that the curse-killing failed, which caused backlash."

"Both my elder brother and second elder brother are dead!" Ji Huan anxiously asked a series of questions, "Master Immortal, wasn't it very successful last time? Why did it fail this time... What should we do next?"

Tong Xuanzi took a sip of tea calmly, and tapped his fingertips on the table: "There is a risk of failure in all spells, especially this kind of spell-killing spell. If it fails, it will come back to the wisher. This is what I told you five years ago." I told you, and you accepted it. As for the reason for the failure, it may be that the luck of the target you cursed and killed is too strong, or it may be that there is an expert to help, or the other party has a psychic guardian magic weapon... These are all possible Cause the spell to fail, who knows."

"Then what should we do?" Ji Jiong gritted his teeth, "Shall we curse him again?"

Tong Xuanzi shook his head: "This curse can only be cast once on a person."

Ji Huan lost his composure and yelled: "Master Immortal, are you saying that we can only wait to die?!"

In fact, Tong Xuanzi really didn't care much about Ji Huan and Ji Jiong's life or death, but if the two of them started to quarrel, it would affect his reputation and business.

So Tong Xuanzi thought for a while, asked Ji Huan and Ji Jiong to roll up their sleeves, and dipped their fingers in tea to draw Taoist symbols on their arms.

The tea water is obviously light yellow, but when painted on the arm, it is as red as cinnabar, and the runes penetrate into the texture.

"This talisman can protect you for 48 hours from the backlash of spells." After Tong Xuanzi finished drawing, he sat up straight and said to Ji Huan and Ji Jiong, "During these 48 hours, no matter what method you use, if you can Get rid of the target of the previous curse, and the backlash can be broken."

Ji Huan and Ji Jiong looked at each other, feeling a burst of despair.

That kid Ji Xiuyuan paid great attention to safety, he brought professional bodyguards when he went in and out, and the villa was equipped with alarms and strong dogs, and the surrounding business was like an iron bucket.

If they could easily get rid of each other, would they have come to ask Tong Xuanzi to cast a spell to kill them?

Ji Huan did not give up and asked again: "Aside from this, is there any other way?"

Tong Xuanzi shook his fingers with a leisurely attitude: "You only have 48 hours, and time is running out."

Ji Huan and Ji Jiong had no choice but to get up and leave, not daring to waste another minute.

……

Ji Zhai took a bath with grapefruit leaves up and down, and went to the temple to worship together the next day, and it really worked, and there were no unimaginable fatal incidents.

When Ji Xiu'an heard about what happened that day, he also found it strange, and felt lucky for Ji Xiuyuan and Tang Li, so he said he would bring a gift to celebrate at noon.

Ever since Tangli moved into Ji's residence, Ji Xiu'an has been coming and going here frequently, so Ji Xiuyuan asked Sister Song to prepare lunch and wait for him to come.

Unexpectedly, it was past one o'clock in the afternoon, Ji Xiu'an didn't wait, but a courier arrived instead.

It was a pink packing box with a purple ribbon tied on it. When Ji Xiuyuan unwrapped it, he smiled and said to Tang Li: "If no one comes, send a box. The color is still so flirty. Xiu'an is here again." what the hell?"

When he opened it, he found a USB flash drive inside, and the platinum chain amulet around Ji Xiu'an's neck that never left his body. video file.

When I clicked on it, it was a gray room without any lighting equipment, only a few wisps of skylight mixed with floating dust leaking from the roof.

With his hands tied behind his back and a numb stuffed in his mouth, Ji Xiuan was curled up on the ground being kicked and beaten, with a painful expression on his face.

The group of people who beat him all wore black cloth hoods on their heads, so they couldn't tell what they looked like at all.

Immediately after the camera turned, a man also wearing a black cloth hood appeared in the middle of the screen, and waved at Ji Xiuyuan: "Hey, is this the eldest brother of the Ji family? Your brother is in my hands, now immediately take the 300 Cash with no serial number, if you want old banknotes or not new ones, come to Shabin Wharf to redeem him."

"Come here alone, don't bring the driver's bodyguard, and don't call the police. We're just asking for money, not killing people. Believe me, this little money is nothing to you." The man obviously wore a voice changer, his voice was deep and dull , "Otherwise, we will tear up the ticket immediately."

300 million is really nothing to Ji Xiuyuan, after all, when he asked Tang Li to leave Ji Xiu'an, he paid 500 million, and he didn't feel distressed.

Why don't the gangsters ask for more?

Very simple, difficult to operate.

If you come to an online bank to pay conveniently, transfer such a large amount of money, if Ji Xiuyuan calls the police afterwards, the police will definitely follow the clues to find you.

Cash is much safer.

But 1000 million yuan in cash weighs more than 200 catties, and ordinary people can't carry it around by themselves.

300 million will be enough, and with Ji Xiuyuan's physique, it won't be a problem.

After the man finished speaking, the progress bar of the video also came to an end, and the screen turned into darkness.