As soon as Wu Dazhi finished speaking, he was like a beast that smelled danger, and all the muscles in his body entered a highly sensitive state that was on the verge of triggering.
Wu Dazhi knew in his heart that this was not a simple test. It should be said that this was a contest of whether he could survive.
Wu Dazhi poured the power he had waited for for several months through meditation into every part of his body through mantras. Every minute pulse of the muscles in his body was under his control. He has significantly improved through meditation. His cultivation has significantly improved his spell power.
"Not bad, much better than you last time, you are a hard-working little guy!"
The old man said cheerfully, with a hint of satisfaction in his tone.
If it were half a year ago, Wu Dazhi would have been very excited because of the old man's words, but now he has learned to be calm.
This is simply the trap of that nasty old man.
"Old man, aren't you going to test me? Why haven't you taken action yet? I can't wait any longer!"
A meaningful smile appeared on Wu Dazhi's lips. He hated the feeling of being teased.
"Why, are you so impatient to return to the Bardo Realm?"
Wu Dazhi guessed that the unlucky old man must be smiling happily now, or he simply regarded himself as a pet.
"So what?! Come and kill me! Come and kill me!"
"What a weird kid, but I like him!" the unfortunate old man suddenly said in a sinister tone.
A white fog suddenly appeared in front of Wu Dazhi's eyes, and a short, fat old man walked out of it. Wu Dazhi could clearly see the dead man's teeth held in the old man's hand.
"Oh, old man, your hobbies are really special. Do you like to play with this kind of thing?"
Wu Dazhi didn't know which part of his nerves was out of control, and he could still say such nonsense in such a nervous state.
"You like it?" The fat old man raised his hand: "If you like it, I'll give it to you!"
A few teeth made the sound of caracara in the hands of the fat old man. His hands were very old, many wrinkles, and very white, so white that even a trace of blood vessels and hairs could not be seen, a look paler than the face of a dead person. white.
Even the sound of the teeth clashing against each other in his hand had this ominous paleness.
Wu Dazhi swallowed. If this person wanted to kill him, it would only happen in seconds. What should he do?
"No, I don't have a hobby of collecting bones!"
Wu Dazhi didn't move, and neither did the fat old man. He continued to fiddle with the dead man's teeth in his hand, like stone carvings.
The entire barrier seemed to be frozen, and time could not continue to pass. Only a few teeth were clashing with each other, making a sound that could be heard as if someone was dead.
"wipe……"
Wu Dazhi couldn't help but let out a cry. Although neither of them took action, he clearly felt an invisible force pressing towards him.
Time passed little by little, and Wu Dazhi felt that if the fat old man had persisted in this confrontation for a few minutes, he would have pounced here.
Finally, the fat old man let out a long breath and regained his vitality, and the gentle smile reappeared on his face.
The voice of Caracalla also disappeared, and the hand that played with his teeth stopped, and he staggered to the front of Wu Dazhi.
The fat old man stared at Wu Dazhi, his eyes a little more cordial:
"Hey, although you are still the same loser, you are much better than before. I think in another ten or eight years, you should be able to complete the task assigned to you by Long Zhi!!"
Wu Dazhi cried until he fainted, ten or eight years? Then wouldn’t he have to live like this forever?
"Ahem..."
The fat old man realized that his words had frightened Wu Dazhi, and coughed twice in embarrassment: "But in your current situation, there should be no problem in carrying out this mission!"
"..." Wu Dazhi was silent.
"But you are only good enough to save your life, you must take that fox with you!" the fat old man said to himself.
"..." Wu Dazhi continued to be silent.
"Don't bring anything that breathes except you two, otherwise if something strange happens, you two may only be able to protect yourself." The fat old man reminded kindly.
"..." Wu Dazhi cursed, they weren't going to buy a house, were they going to go sightseeing in a group?
"Don't blame me for not warning you. This is not an ordinary job. Life may be in danger at any time, so..."
The fat old man stopped. This reminder was obviously unnecessary. Even if it was really a life-threatening thing, Wu Dazhi couldn't refuse.
"..." Wu Dazhi finally understood how lethal silence can be.
"Someone will be here in a while to give you a commission. This can be regarded as a little bit of my love for you, a junior!"
The fat old man was finally driven crazy by Wu Dazhi. He frantically grabbed his hair with his hands and shook it desperately.
"Do you have any money to take this time?" Wu Dazhi finally spoke. After talking about so many useless things, the fat old man didn't say anything substantial.
"Yes!" the fat old man said mysteriously: "It will definitely surprise you! Okay, I've been out for too long, those old guys will be suspicious, I'll leave first, you take care of yourself, don't
If we fail midway, we still need to cultivate the next goal!"
"Okay!" With the most sincere smile on his face, Wu Dazhi sent the fat old man off respectfully.
After he felt the powerful barrier around him disappear, Wu Dazhi discovered that there was a young man in front of him.
"Brother Dazhi, this is Mr. Ma. He has something to entrust us to help!" Xiaoyou said to Wu Dazhi with a smile.
Wu Dazhi was a little startled. Apparently neither Xiaoyou nor Mr. Ma sitting in front of him realized that he had disappeared from this space for at least ten minutes.
He began to doubt whether those things just happened really happened. Wu Dazhi turned his head and glanced at Hu Xue, who was also looking at him suspiciously.
Wu Dazhi knew in his heart that everything that had just happened was real.
"Hello, Mr. Ma." Wu Dazhi adjusted his sitting posture and tried his best to look normal.
"Hello, Mr. Wu, my name is Ma Zhi, and I work in management for a foreign company in this city. I didn't believe in these ghost stories at first, but I did encounter some troubles recently, so my friend introduced Fu Shoutang to me!
"
Ma Zhi smiled elegantly at Wu Dazhi, and Wu Dazhi also took this opportunity to look at Ma Zhi. From head to toe, not to mention the expensive suit, just from the meticulous way he took care of his hair.
From a standard perspective, he should be a person who lives strictly according to the standards of a European gentleman.
"Is Mr. Wu the person in charge of Fushou Tang? You are much younger than I thought!" Ma Zhi smiled kindly, but Wu Dazhi read a special meaning in this smile.
"You don't have to pay the deposit now. You'll have to pay when we complete your commission!"
Wu Dazhi shrugged indifferently, since people doubt your abilities, you have to show them your true abilities.
"Aren't you afraid that I'll default on my debt?!"
"If you really do that, I wouldn't mind introducing you to a good friend..." Wu Dazhi pointed to the direction of the floor-to-ceiling windows: "There is a hanged man there. It is said that he came back from England.
You and him should have something in common!"
Ma Zhishan smiled: "Mr. Wu, this joke is not funny at all!"