Chapter four hundred and sixty-two the river flows east
At this moment, thunder rolled in.
"Boom..." The dark clouds gathered and floated to the top of the mountain, and then enveloped the Situ family's ancestral tomb. The drizzle gradually spread on the hillside.
The lightning that was looming in the clouds could even be seen clearly by the naked eye, as if it was brewing a horrifying blow.
In the ancestral tomb, Wang Xuanzhen glared at her eyes and shouted: "Then you let me get struck by lightning?"
"It's okay, just go there one after another, it's passing soon, it's similar to a mosquito bite. Hold on to Pangpang," Xiang Que said with his teeth bared.
"The next scene may be a bit difficult for you to accept, but you have never seen such a big boss, right? Hold on, I'll take you to a place." Xiang Que's middle finger stroked his seal hall,
The vaginal mark on the middle of my eyebrows suddenly appeared.
"The vast Fengdu City, the infinite light cave of spiritual treasure shines on the flame pool, and the nine souls of the souls entered Fengdu to be reborn... The Yin Si Xiangque brought the dead souls into the underworld, please open the ghost gate..."
A crack suddenly appeared in front of him, and a gloomy and dim aura projected out.
Xiang Que slapped Situ Shengyun on the head with a "slap", and instantly his three souls and seven spirits were forced out of his body.
"Situ Shengyun's ** must not be able to withstand the punishment of thunder. Your numerology is blinded by the secrets of heaven. The punishment of thunder is just a bit painful when you hit you. You have to share a little bit of it. My nine talismans can only allow him to bear three
Two-part lightning strike, you will have to come the rest.”
"I'm a grass..." Wang Xuanzhen said speechlessly: "Aren't your fucking fortune-telling blinded by the secrets of heaven? Why don't you come and let me come?"
Xiang Que said seriously: "I am the underworld, I have to send him to the underworld. Pangpang, I'll see you again."
After Xiang Que used a red thread to tie Situ Shengyun's three souls and seven spirits together with his wrists, he stepped directly into the underworld of the underworld, and the gap behind him suddenly healed and closed.
"Crash!" The heavy rain fell on the top of the mountain in an instant, covering people's sight. The thunder punishment that had been brewing for a long time on the clouds finally took shape.
"Crack" a large lightning bolt fell from the sky, slashing the ancestral tomb.
"You are so lucky, you have no asshole for a son." Fatty Wang gritted his teeth and cursed in a collapse. After the thunder sounded, a flash of lightning struck him and Situ Shengyun who was pasted with talisman paper beside him.
The hillside trembled slightly, and everyone felt a wave of trembling from their feet. The leaves flew in the woods and the birds and beasts scattered.
In an instant, Wang Xuanzhen's hair stood up one by one, and an extremely sour feeling spread throughout his body. In an instant, his head turned blank and he completely lost consciousness and was stunned.
"It's over, the people on the mountain must be over. I don't know how many of the three people died." Many people had an idea. Such a big lightning strike hit the mountain, and the people near the ancestral tomb must be killed.
After a long time, the thunder disappeared, and the heavy rain was still falling down the sky, but the dark clouds gradually dissipated.
Wang Xuanzhen shook his head and came to his senses from the confusion. After taking a deep breath, he turned his head stiffly.
"Correl, burnt? It's scorched?" The corpse was lying on the ground, with dark face and scars on its body, and bleeding from seven orifices.
Situ Shengyun was struck to death by lightning!
A generation of Hongmen masters died in the ancestral grave.
At the same time, Chinatown, San Francisco, USA.
In an old shop with Feng Shui and Geometric Circle hanging but fortune telling signs, there is a basement. There is only one room in the basement. There is an old man sitting in the room. There is a doll made of straw ropes on the table in front of the old man.
The doll is placed flat on the table, stretched out its limbs, has no facial features, and is very rough in workmanship, which is somewhat similar to toys that adults tie children at will in rural China.
But the difference is that the doll is written with cinnabar on the body, a strand of human hair is tied with a red rope on its head, and then five silver needles are nailed to the doll's limbs and eyebrows.
At this time, the silver needle on the doll was trembling slightly.
The old man at the table kept pinching the seal with his hands. As his hands gradually increased, the trembling amplitude of the silver needle on the doll's body also gradually increased.
"Ding·····" Suddenly, a series of light sounds came, and the five silver needles inserted into the doll suddenly exploded and all broke into two pieces.
In the instant of "boom", a ball of fire rose from the doll, but the flames passed in a flash and then turned into a ball of black weeds.
"Swish" the old man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and swallowed. After he forced himself to recover from calmness, he quickly got up and walked out of the basement and returned to the top.
The old man picked up the phone from the store and dialed it out. After a while, the other party answered. The old man whispered: "The boss is dead."
The phone was silent for a long time. After about half a minute of silence, someone asked, "Is it really dead?"
"Absolutely dead," the old man said confidently.
"The last two times you said that you were more than 80% sure to kill him, but in the end he was still not dead..."
The old man frowned and said, "I didn't expect that the boss would ask the seniors to defend themselves after returning to China. He was a little negligent in the first two attacks and didn't deliberately prevent them. Since the first two mistakes, I have done this time.
He will surely die if he is prepared."
"How sure are you this time?" asked the person on the phone.
"Ten ten, you can wait and pay attention to domestic news," said the old man proudly.
"Okay, okay, okay" the person on the phone said three times in a row and hung up the phone.
The old man in the store sat on the chair with a little melancholy motionless.
"Bang" At this time, the door of the small shop was suddenly pushed open vigorously. Two young Africans walked into the store. The old man raised his head in surprise and asked in English in confusion: "The old Chinese store does not accept foreign customers.
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"We are not doing business in your store either." A black man grinned and showed his white teeth.
"Bang, bang, bang" Another black man suddenly took out a gun from his body and pressed it against the old man's forehead and pulled the trigger three times in a row.
Then, the two black men started to flip in the store at a very fast speed, taking away all the money they could find.
Just as Situ Shengyun died, Situ Ziqing, who was far away in Shanghai, suddenly felt a sharp pain coming from her heart. She frowned and held her chest and gasped.
"Miss Situ, where is it uncomfortable?" asked the person opposite.
Situ Ziqing waved his hand, picked up a bottle of mineral water and took a sip, and let out a light breath, but the feeling of restlessness still did not disappear.
"Wait a minute, I'll make a call." Situ Ziqing smiled apologetically and walked out with his cell phone.