After two years of working as a "celestial master", I have learned some tricks. There is no feng shui in this world, and there are no monsters or monsters.
Some of it is just the human mind causing trouble.
Although I don't know what is in that villa, I can be sure that the weasel is either hallucinating, or it is some normal phenomenon that can be explained by science.
Go up there for a walk, play some tricks, go back and give the weasel some psychological counseling, and get one million. How can there be such a good thing in the world?
At this time, no one outside the villa, except the weasel, really believed that there was a ghost inside.
What the hell is this age like, why are we still practicing feudal superstition?
But since Brother Huang said there was a ghost, he had to pretend to believe it.
They care more about pleasing Brother Huang and getting more benefits than ghosts and gods.
"Brother Yang, let the boy go explore the bottom first and see what the evil spirit is doing. We will then act on our own initiative. The car is parked nearby. We need to move faster later."
The weasel looked solemn and was ready to escape at any time.
Yang Xuan nodded lightly, not really believing that there was a ghost inside, but thinking that it would be okay to let a cannon fodder go in first to find out the details.
At this time, the lights in the villa began to flicker on and off, and the big man shouted angrily from inside, "Hey! I am the 77th generation direct disciple of the Maoshan Sect. How dare the evildoer dare to cause trouble here? Why don't you show up quickly!"
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When people outside saw this posture, they had an indifferent attitude just now, but now their expressions became condensed. Is it possible that there is really something dirty inside?
The weasel had beads of sweat on his forehead, swallowing his saliva nervously, and occasionally glanced at the car parked next to him.
Immediately afterwards, there began to be a banging sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets, and it sounded like a fierce fight.
"I didn't expect that grandson is really a master!"
When the weasel heard this movement, he began to feel confident.
But at this moment, a very inappropriate sound suddenly sounded.
"What the hell, what a ghost!"
As the big man screamed, the window glass on the third floor exploded with a bang, and the big man's body shot out and fell heavily to the ground.
The air around him suddenly became quiet.
"Go and have a look."
The weasel pushed someone out from the crowd. The man walked cautiously to the side of the strong man, stretched out his hand and carefully tested his breath, then let out a scream, then turned around and ran away.
"He, he, he, he...is out of breath!"
"Why panic!"
The weasel angrily yelled at the man, "I've told you several times, don't panic when something happens, stay calm, do you understand?"
After saying that, Weasel ran towards the car parked next to him, "Brother Yang, it's going to rain. Let's go back and collect our clothes quickly!"
But when he looked back, he found that Yang Xuan had not followed, but was slowly walking towards the big man's body.
"Brother Yang, Brother Yang, what are you doing? Go home and collect your clothes!"
The weasel stamped its feet anxiously and was about to grit its teeth and rush over, but saw Yang Xuan gently wave his hand to signal not to come near.
Coming to the body of the strong man, Yang Xuan squatted down gently. The strong man's facial features were ferocious and his eyes popped out, as if he saw something terrifying before he died.
But his fatal injury was a strange bruise on his forehead.
The bruise was about the size of a quail egg, purple-black in color, and shaped like water droplets splashing on the ground.
Yang Xuan gently stretched out a finger and touched it, and it was actually soft.
The forehead bone under the bruise was shattered, and the force penetrated, shattering the brain instantly and causing death.
The way he died was exactly the same as that of the food stall owner.
Yang Xuan touched his chin and pondered for a moment, then slowly stood up and walked slowly towards the door of the villa.
"Brother Yang, don't go in!"
The weasel roared loudly from behind, but at this time Yang Xuan had already entered the villa.
The hall was in a mess, with tables, chairs and benches overturned.
Yang Xuan smiled, and he could see at a glance that this was not a sign of a fight, but a one-man show performed by the strong man in order to disguise the real thing.
Bang!
At this moment, the door of the villa behind him suddenly closed with a bang.
Yang Xuan smiled lightly, picked up a banana from the coffee table, and sat down slowly on the luxurious sofa that Weasel had spent a huge amount of money to buy.
He crossed his legs leisurely, peeling the banana in a leisurely manner, and said calmly, "I am the Yang Xuan you are looking for. Let's sit down and chat for a while."
A red figure appeared out of thin air on the sofa opposite Yang Xuan.
Then he picked up a bottle of champagne on the table and a tall champagne glass. The mouth of the bottle was tilted, and the light yellow champagne liquid was like a thin golden line, slowly filling two-thirds of it.
Yang Xuan ate a banana, and the man in the red dress gently sipped champagne.
The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
"Hey, does your red-clothed sect use telepathy to communicate with people?
If that's the case, then I have to say sorry, I don't understand that stuff."
Yang Xuan smiled lightly.
The man in the red dress raised his head slightly, stared into Yang Xuan's eyes for a few seconds, and said in a deep and slow voice, "It seems that those who can kill dogs and ni are not ordinary people."
Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes, "I wish you were really a woman."
A fierce light flashed in the eyes of the man in the red dress, and he said solemnly, "Why do you want to kill Quan Ni!"
Yang Xuan sneered, "Is motivation important?"
The man in the red dress raised his eyes and glared, his eyes fierce and cold.
Yang Xuan met the other person's gaze with a smile, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, with a hint of ridicule and playfulness.
"Hand over the chip and name your accomplices, and I can make your death easier!"
The man in the red dress is murderous.
Seeing that the other party still had a sarcastic look on his face, the murderous look on his face became even more intense, "Do you think it's enough not to say anything?"
"We can locate the chip. If nothing else happens, my two companions are already on their way to hide the chip."
"As for your behind-the-scenes mastermind and accomplices, if you are unwilling to tell me, my companions and I will have to ask your family."
Yang Xuan was slightly stunned. He stuffed the last half of the banana into his mouth and looked at the man in the red dress. He said word by word: "I-Cao-Nima!"
What Yang Xuan hates most in his life is when someone makes trouble for his family!
"court death!"
Seeing that it was impossible to continue a good conversation, the two sides finally broke up.
The man in the red dress took the lead.
The champagne glass was gently knocked against the coffee table, and a crystal clear champagne drop instantly bounced upward from the quilt.
The man in the red dress put his five fingers together, and his white palms suddenly crossed.
Whoosh——
The champagne droplet, about the size of a soybean, suddenly flew towards the center of Yang Xuan's eyebrows like a high-speed bullet.