The old Taoist priest stopped him and said, "No, keep staring."
"Perhaps Chen Xuanjun saw through this point back then, and it's not necessarily a matter of trying to make a fool of ourselves."
"Hmm? Yin Qi?"
Jiang Yuezhong's soft eyes turned cold instantly.
He turned over, wrapped himself in his green robe and landed barefoot on the ground.
Under the door of the dark room, a penetrating black shadow pulled out like a frightened bird.
"die."
The old Taoist priest clapped his hand, and a bright brass coin flew out of his sleeve.
The next moment, the black mist exploded, screams were heard, and white smoke billowed.
Jiang Yuezhong looked ugly and said: "Ghost control, someone is watching us."
Hongyu said in horror: "Fourth Master, he must be the Fourth Master's man."
"What should we do? The other party discovered our secret and maybe overheard our conversation."
"Once he reports this matter to Fourth Master, the consequences will be disastrous."
Jiang Yuezhong put on his clothes angrily and said in a soft voice: "Don't be afraid, as long as I'm here, I will take care of this matter."
"You wait here for ten minutes before leaving. Don't go back to the Chen family's mansion yet. Well, let's go to the company."
"I'll send you a text message when the dust settles."
After saying that, Jiang Yuezhong left in a hurry, and the bright brass coin that fell on the ground was picked up by him through the air.
The red fish's delicate body was trembling, its pretty face was pale as it was wrapped in a blanket, and its heart was full of despair.
...
Xiaguo Village, inside the kitchen of a dilapidated building.
The old man with sarcoma who started the practice vomited blood and kept falling back.
These sixteen little ghosts were carefully raised by him and connected with his own soul.
At this moment, one of them was destroyed by Jiang Yuezhong, and the backlash from the underworld hurt him to the point of death.
Finally, he curled up on the ground, his consciousness gradually blurring.
He used his last bit of strength to take out his cell phone, found Chen Xuanjun's number, and pressed it tremblingly.
"Hey, how's the check going?"
Soon, Chen Xuanjun's question came from the receiver.
The old man with sarcoma gasped for air and only uttered the word "bei" before falling into a coma.
In fact, he wanted to tell Chen Xuanjun that Hongyu and Jiang Yuezhong had betrayed him.
However, God's will plays a trick on people, and the truth that was finally found out did not have a chance to be spoken out.
"Hey, hey, what's going on?" Chen Xuanjun seemed to have noticed something, and his voice suddenly rose.
...
At the same time, in the black business car, Jiang Yuezhong held the bright brass coin and said calmly: "Go north to Xiaguocun, go faster."
The driver was the old Taoist priest's absolute confidant, so he stepped on the accelerator without saying a word.
Jiang Yuezhong turned his right palm over, flicked the ancient coins with his fingers and said: "You are an incompetent brat and an unworthy sorcerer, how dare you to ruin my big business?"
"Chen Xuanjun, Chen Xuanjun, wouldn't it be better to be an honest and obedient puppet?"
"You fight for the master of China, and I fight for the reputation with my senior brother. We each get what we need, so why not do it."
"If you have to force me to give up on you and my hard-working plans for so many years, you deserve to die, you really deserve to die."
Jiang Yuezhong looked twisted and said: "Trying with me, let's see who can get to Xiaguo Village first."
"boom."
As his words fell, the other kid who was forcibly bound in the copper coin disappeared into ashes and had no way out of reincarnation.