Xi Yejue and the others found Mo Yan in Seattle. He was wandering alone on the street. Because of his outstanding appearance, he attracted a lot of attention. Many young men whistled at him. He looked like a lost soul. He was originally the only one left.
The man with the lower half of his life was completely walking like a zombie at this moment. Xi Yejue was so angry that his eyes were straight. He stepped forward and grabbed Mo Yan to get into the car. He pressed him into the back of the car and sat in the car. "Damn it, Mo Yan, are you looking for death?"
Mo Yan closed his eyes and said nothing. Xi Yejue's anger was rising. He rolled up his sleeves and wanted to make a move. Fu Siyang quickly stopped him and said, "Jue, please don't join in the madness."
"Let's talk about it back to the hotel." Su Leng turned around, stepped on the accelerator, and the car sped away like an arrow. Looking at the back of the car as it receded, the man walking out of the darkness smiled, "It seems I found it."
It was not surprising that Li Hao came to sf's residence, but he was still cold and cold. There was no politeness between his eyebrows. He looked at Li Hao and said, "Is something wrong?"
Li Hao bowed and said, "I want to meet Xia Qi."
"This is not a vegetable garden, get out." sf was as proud as a peacock, and turned around and left arrogantly. Li Hao's cold eyes looked at sf full of dissatisfaction, "sf, please let me
Meet her."
Although sf is not a gangster, all gangsters are taboo on him because this man always speaks accurately and very accurately. He is very good at saving people. As long as he wants to save, there is no one who cannot be saved. He has always been a figure discussed by many big names.
, this man is very mysterious and arrogant. He doesn’t give face to anyone. It depends on his mood when he saves people. If he’s happy, I’ll show you. If he’s not happy, get out of here. For this man, face and all that is all bullshit.
Depends on mood.
"Li Hao, get out!"
Li Hao clenched his fists and held back his anger, but he still couldn't help the cruelty that erupted from his body. He smiled sarcastically, "Want to take action? I advise you not to cause trouble in my place. Xia Qi's injury will heal naturally."
I will look for you, don’t worry, isn’t your matter developing in the direction you expect?”
Li Hao had no choice but to leave silently. Even though the United States was where he made his fortune, he still couldn't do anything about SF. If anyone in this world could compete with SF, it would be someone with special talents.
But just like SF said, things are going in the direction he expects, so what is he worried about?
"Li Hao, I'll give you a piece of advice. Don't force yourself into a world you can't enter. It will embarrass others and harm yourself. Why bother? You said yes!" SF said this with a smile on his face, a harmless look on his face.
With a smile on his face, Li Hao was stunned for a moment and turned his head slightly.
"I don't know what you're going to say."
"You know." sf said nothing more and turned around to go up to the second floor. Li Hao left quickly, and Xiao An followed sf. "My lord, why did you save that Mo Yan? Why did you save Xia Qi? Why?
Want to leave? These people have nothing to do with you, why should you care?"
sf put his hands on his forehead, paused, turned around, his silver hair drew a perfect arc in the air, he reached out and put his hand on Xiao An's head, and said word by word, "Go and ask the encyclopedia."
Xiaoan: "``````"
The encyclopedia doesn't know as much as you do, so why didn't Mao answer? Does the Lord dislike him? Xiao An sniffed aggrievedly, and received a hard blow from SF, "Go away."
Xiao An was so aggrieved that he turned around and hurried downstairs, rolled into the study, and I went to read the encyclopedia.
SF put his hand on his forehead and turned around to enter the room. There were no lamps or even windows in the SF room. There were only a few candles placed in the castle in the 19th century, which illuminated the room strangely and eerily. There was no bed in the SF room, only one.
There is a stone table and four stone chairs. The room is very spacious. The walls are painted with weird and evil faces. There are three rows of large bookshelves on the left side of the room. The bookshelves are filled with all kinds of books. There is a
The book is yellowed, with a big '卍' attached to the cover. For Buddhism, this '卍' represents merit. In Sanskrit, it is pronounced as Sri Ricada Luoshasha, and translated as auspicious sea. The first bookshelf is a symbol of '卍'
Books recorded and deciphered over the years.
On the second bookshelf not far away, there are totem books with different covers and shapes, which look weird and ancient.
The third bookshelf is filled with books on the ancient Mesopotamia using cuneiform writing, which records the ancient Babylonian culture, and books on the Nile Valley using hieroglyphics, which records the ancient Egyptian culture.
Not only that, there are all weird books on the ground around you. If you take a look at it, you will think that there is definitely something wrong with someone who reads this kind of book.
However, the books that sf read were all old books that no one else had read, or even looked at.
Mr. SF, aren’t you afraid of attracting ghosts in such a dark room?
sf is very protective of his own books that others regard as scraps of paper. He regards them as treasures and takes them with him wherever he goes. He is not obsessed with ancient witchcraft, but he is quite concerned about the curse that Mo Yan received.
Interested, he has been studying to what extent ancient culture can be integrated to combine with Western witchcraft to cast such a vicious spell on Mo Yan.
No, it even incorporates a bit of the ancient Japanese school, the now almost lost ninjutsu sealing technique.
The world has developed to this day, and many people no longer believe in evil, but they often cannot escape it. When their illness cannot be treated well, even if it is for the sake of face, they will run around to seek medical treatment. Instead of entering hospitals with advanced equipment, the more ancient the
His medical skills became more and more respected.
He does not deny the powerful team of Western medical doctors, and he definitely does not despise those who believe in evil, because the world is so mysterious and nothing is impossible.
Like him.
Why was he born with silver hair? Why was there thunder and lightning on the day he was born? Grandpa said that everything was God's will. God's will cannot be violated. He would have died, but he was avoided by Grandpa. Who said that superstition does not exist now? He does not praise it too much, at least he respects it.
.
It makes sense that fate is determined by heaven.
He took out a hundred candles from the box, and casually arranged them into an octagon in his room. He placed the book with 'Swastika' printed in front of him, with each corner of the octagon facing each other.
Reading one page from eight books with different totems, and surrounded by books with strange characters, watching the equipment being completed, SF locked the door, sat cross-legged on the floor, stretched out his left hand, and straightened his middle finger.
The other fingers were slightly bent, and he cut his middle finger, muttering a spell in his mouth. From time to time, the flame of the candle immediately soared, burning brightly red, and drops of blood continued to drip on the paper, as if life was flowing away.
Generally, streaks of scarlet blood spread out like spider webs, crawling towards the diagonal pages of paper. The blood dyed the strange words red, then returned suddenly, sf took off the glove on his right hand and spread his fingers.
Covered on the word '卍'.
The blood seemed to have vitality, gradually pouring into his palm and climbing up the back of his hand. The totem on the back of his hand slowly became clear, and the dark purple hand also turned into a normal color.
It was as if the energy he had put out to save people was replenished in an instant.
Opening his eyes, he looked at his right hand and smiled. The totem on the back of his hand was a six-pointed star, and inside the six-pointed star was the shape of an angel lying on his back and curled up.
A symbol of mystery, power and destiny.
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