Xi Yejue and his friends found Mo Yan in Seattle. He wandered alone on the street. Because of his outstanding appearance, he attracted a lot of attention. Many young men whistled at him, and they were like a soul-lost. The man who had only half his life was completely walking corpse at this moment. Xi Yejue was so angry that his eyes were straightened up. He stepped forward and grabbed Mo Yan into the car, pressing him into the car behind and took him in, "Damn, Mo Yan, are you looking for death?"

Mo Yan closed his eyes and said nothing. Xi Yejue was angry and rolled up his sleeves and wanted to do it. Fu Sifeng quickly grabbed him, "Jue, don't join in and go crazy."

"Let's talk about it back to the hotel." Su Leng turned his head, stepped on the accelerator, and rushed out like an arrow. Looking at the back of the car body moving away, the person walking out of the darkness smiled, "It seems that he has discovered it."

It was not surprising that Li Hao came to SF's residence, but he was still cold and did not have any politeness between his eyebrows. He glanced at Li Hao, "Is there anything wrong?"

Li Hao owed his body, "I want to meet Xia Feng."

"I'm not a vegetable garden here, get out." Sf was so proud that he turned around and left proudly. Li Hao had a cold pair of eyes, and his eyes were filled with dissatisfaction when he looked at Sf, "Sf, please let me see her."

Although SF is not involved in the underworld, all underworld people are taboo, because this man always speaks accurately and accurately, and he has a very good way to save people. As long as he wants to save, there is no one who cannot be saved. He has always been a person discussed by many big names. This person is very mysterious and arrogant. He doesn't give anyone any face. It depends on his mood to save people. If you feel happy, you will show you. If you are unhappy, you will get out of here. For this man, face is all nonsense, and doing things depends entirely on his mood.

"Li Hao, get out!"

Li Hao clenched his fists and held back his anger, but still couldn't help but the ruthlessness erupted from his body. SF smiled sarcastically, "I want to do it? I advise you not to make trouble with me. Xia Feng will naturally go to you when his injury is healed. Don't worry, isn't your affairs going to the place you are looking forward to?"

Li Hao had to leave silently. Even if the United States was his place of wealth, he still couldn't do anything to SF. If anyone in this world could compete with SF, then he would be a person with special talents.

But as SF said, things are moving in the direction he expected, so what else is he worried about?

"Li Hao, I'll give you a piece of advice. Don't force yourself if you can't enter the world. If you make things difficult for others and make things worse, why bother? You say yes!" Sf said this with a smile, a smile crawling on a harmless face. Li Hao was stunned for a moment and turned his head slightly.

"I don't know what you'll say."

"You know." SF stopped saying anything, turned to the second floor, Li Hao quickly left, Xiao An followed behind SF, "Master, why did you go to save that Mo Yan, why did you save Xia Feng, why did you come out of the mountain? These people have nothing to do with you, why do you care about it."

SF held his forehead with both hands, paused, turned around, and the silver hair drew a perfect arc in the air. He reached over Xiao An's head and paused word by word, "Get out and ask the encyclopedia."

Xiao An: "````````````"

The encyclopedia is not as good as you know, so why don’t Mao answer? The Lord dislikes him? Xiao An sniffs in grievance, in exchange for a sf hit, "Get out."

Xiao An was extremely aggrieved, turned around and walked downstairs quickly, rolled into the study, and I went to read the encyclopedia.

SF's hand pressed against her forehead and turned into the room. There were no lamps or even windows in the room. There were only a few 19th century. The candles in the castle shone strangely and gloomy. SF's room had no beds, only a stone table and four stone chairs. The room was very spacious, and the walls were covered with strange and evil faces. There were three rows of large bookshelfs on the left side of the room. The bookshelf was filled with various books. One book was yellowed and the cover of the book was attached with a large "卍". For Buddhism, this "卍" represents blessings. The Sanskrit sound was pronounced as Shilichaluosha and translated as Auspicious Sea. The first bookshelf was a book that had been recorded and deciphered by "卍" over the years.

The second bookshelves are placed in the place where the covers are different in shape, which looks weird and ancient.

The third bookshelves are filled with cuneiform characters in the ancient Mesopotamia, books that record ancient Babylonian culture and books that record ancient Egyptian culture.

Not only that, the surrounding ground is full of strange books. When others look at it, they will feel that the person who reads such books will definitely have problems with his mind.

However, the books SF read are all old books that others don’t read, or even look at.

Mr. SF, in such a dark room, aren’t you afraid of attracting ghosts?

SF is very protective of books like himself, which others think are waste paper, and it is like a treasure. It takes you wherever you go. SF is not obsessed with ancient witchcraft, but he is quite interested in the curse that Mo Yan was subjected. He has been studying how much to integrate ancient culture to combine Western witchcraft and impose such a spell on Mo Yan, which is so vicious.

No, it even incorporates a little bit of ancient Japanese genres, and now almost lost ninjutsu sealing techniques.

This world has developed to this day, and many people no longer believe in evil, but often cannot escape the fact that when their illness cannot be cured, even for face, they will run around for medical treatment. They are not going to go to hospitals with advanced equipment, but the older the medical skills are, the more they are praised.

He does not deny the powerful team of Western medical care, nor does he despise those who believe in evil, because this world is so mysterious that nothing is impossible.

Like him.

Why are you born with silver hair? Why are you lightning and thundering on the day you were born? Grandpa said that everything was God's will, and God's will was hard to disobey. He was avoided by his grandfather. Who said that superstition does not exist now? He is not overrepresented, at least he respects it.

The so-called fate is determined by heaven, which makes sense.

Take out a hundred candles from the box, and SF casually tried to hold the regular arrangement in his room, and put the book with the "卍" in front of him. At the opposite position of each corner of the octagon, one of the eight books with different totems was placed, and the books with strange words were surrounded by books. Watching the equipment complete, SF locked the door, sat on the ground with legs crossed, stretched out his left hand, straightened his middle finger, and the rest of his fingers slightly slight

Bending, cutting the middle finger, muttering spells in his mouth. From time to time, the flames of the burning candles immediately soared, and the blood was burning brightly, and the blood dripped on the paper books, as if life was flowing away. The bloody bloodshots spread like spider webs, crawling to the diagonal paper books. The blood dyed the strange-shaped words red, and suddenly returned, SF took off the gloves on his right hand, and spread his five fingers on the character "卍".

The blood was like vitality, gradually pouring into his palms and climbing onto the back of his hand. The totem on the back of his hand gradually became clear, and the black purple hand also turned into a normal color.

It was as if he had exported his energy to save people and he had replenished it in an instant.

Open your eyes, look at your right hand, and smiled. In the totem on the back of your hand, there was a hexagonal star, and inside the hexagonal star was a curled angel shape lying on its back.

A symbol of mystery, power, and destiny.

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