After a while, Zhao Fan's cell phone rang again, and it was still Xu Chengyin's call. He simply turned off the phone for some peace and quiet. After arriving at Shenglong Mansion, Zhao Fan walked into House No. 7. The maids knew that it belonged to the Lin family.
The new son-in-law enthusiastically served him tea and water and served him well.
Zhao Fan picked up the tea cup and said as he went upstairs: "Thank you very much. If you have nothing to do, don't come up to disturb me."
The maids nodded and left.
Lin Qianqian was put under a life-substitution blood curse, which is a flying descent. In the Nanyang head-dropping technique, there are three conditions for falling into a flying landing. The first is the carrier, such as mirror, glass, poison (snake, bat, centipede), and the third is the carrier.
The second is the birth date of the target, and the third is to tamper with something, not limited to nails, hair, socks and other things that directly touch the body, such as flowers and pillows in the bedroom.
Indispensable.
Zhao Fan came back in a hurry because he wanted to check Lin Qianqian's room. As for the carrier, it didn't matter, because the head-down had already fallen, and what he was really looking for was something that had been tampered with by the head-down master. The life-substitution blood curse continued to take effect, 100%
The tenth one was still here. But even the clairvoyant eyes couldn't see the strangeness in this one, so he directly started to manually turn it over.
Zhao Fan opened the closet, and a pleasant fragrance emerged. Lin Qianqian's coats, stockings and elegant underwear were neatly placed inside.
"My lord, it's a sin. It's the first time I went through a woman's wardrobe without her permission. I feel guilty." Zhao Fan looked at the intimate clothes in front of him that can easily arouse men's desire to explore, and couldn't help but feel a little confused.
He took a deep breath and enlightened himself: "I have no choice but to do this. This belongs to my future wife. I just touched it and my conscience will not be uneasy."
Then, he chose the most likely underwear. First, he mobilized 10% of Longyang's Qi into his hands, then picked up a black sexy bra, touched it inch by inch with his fingertips, and put it down when he saw nothing unusual.
, and then I took a small lace triangle, which is also normal.
If there is any abnormality, the Dragon Yang Qi on his fingertips will be felt. Although Dragon Yang Qi is precious in gold, it will not cause any consumption as long as it is not released outside.
In this way, Zhao Fan spent nearly fifteen minutes exploring all Lin Qianqian's clothes. He closed the cupboard door and shook his head. His eyes fell on the soft and fragrant bed. This was the place where she slept every day. The possibility was also
Very big.
Pillows, quilts, sheets, all have no clue.
"Hmm...?" Zhao Fan lifted the mattress again, and when his fingertips touched a spot on the bottom side of the mattress, the Dragon Yang Qi in his fingertips buzzed.
He raised his eyebrows and examined this position, and after cutting it open with scissors, a hair curled into several circles was revealed.
Zhao Fan withdrew the Longyang Qi and straightened the hair. The length matched Lin Qianqian's hair. It was here that the head-dressing master cast the life-replacing blood curse on Lin Qianqian.
…
A remote village under the jurisdiction of Jiangbei City, Liugu Village.
In the dilapidated thatched house, Bawa Zalen was wearing a mandarin jacket with a stand-up collar and knitted culottes. He closed his eyes and put his hands together. His body was constantly shaking and he was already sweating profusely. On the ground, there was a mouthful of bright red blood that had not yet dried up. This was the age of forty.
He vomited it a few minutes ago. At that time, he was activating the blood curse with all his strength from a distance, but there was a sudden violent backlash, and then he lost his senses. But it was certain that the blood curse of substitution was not broken.
He is now forty-three years old and has been a head-turning master for more than twenty years. This is a strange thing that he has never experienced before!
"Damn it!" Bawa Zalen tried his best but still couldn't sense it. At this moment, he opened his eyes in vain. He gritted his teeth and looked at the young woman wearing a colorful skirt on the bed. This was the daughter he regarded as the apple of his eye.
, he was full of life and vitality more than half an hour ago, but now he is dying and about to die.
"Oops, the drop has been discovered, Shasha, hold on a little longer." Bawazaren stood up and touched his daughter's face. The vitality that he had squeezed so hard before could last her for one day at most. Thinking of this, Bawazalan
A fierce light flashed in Lun's eyes, and he picked up the mirror beside him and chanted a series of incantations. A scene of a woman's boudoir slowly appeared on the mirror. Beside the bed there, there was a young man who was concentrating on it.
Pulling her long hair to observe.
Bawa Zaren was surprised. He originally thought he was such a powerful Chinese Taoist priest, but he didn't expect that the other party would be so ordinary and young. He smiled, with a hint of contempt in his smile, "When night falls, it will be you.
When death is imminent!"
At this time, something unexpected happened to him.
The young man on the other side of the mirror turned around suddenly and uttered one word like thunder: "Get out!"
It was as if a strong wave of air hit him from the air. Bawazaren rolled three meters backwards, vomiting blood. He stopped the momentum only after his head hit the wall. He looked at the mirror in his hand in horror, and something unexpectedly appeared in his hand.
Spider web-like cracks, broken...
Bawa Zaren was so frightened that the seemingly ordinary young man became more and more mysterious in his mind. Because he despised the other person, he peeked in without making any preparations. Unexpectedly, he was discovered all of a sudden.
, so that the power contained in that violent shout gave him the illusion that it was three points stronger than any spell he had come across in his hometown!
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Thang Long Mansion, House No. 7.
"A trash brat dares to peep in. It's really annoying." Zhao Fan turned around impatiently and continued to look at his hair. If Bawa Zalun, the head-dressing master, knew what he was thinking, he would definitely be angry.
Vomiting a few more mouthfuls of blood. It turned out that Zhao Fan just sensed something peeping behind him, but he didn't feel any threat at all. He didn't even bother to open his eyes, thinking it was a weak ghost, so he cursed casually and didn't take it seriously.
Zhao Fan wrapped the long hair in paper and stuffed it into his pocket. It was a gift. He followed his uncle and grandfather and had rich experience in traveling around. You must know that the Jiantou master has a strong desire for revenge, especially if the Jiantou is broken.
It would be regarded as a great shame and humiliation. Now that the recipient of the life extension is dying, the other party will not give up, so the probability of escaping is very slim. Therefore, Zhao Fan plans to imprint Lin Qianqian's life-replacing blood curse, so that he can use the drop to attack him.
The Jiangtou division hiding behind the scenes conducts counter-tracking.
After a while, Uncle Wang sent Lin Qianqian back, while Lin Longtu went to the company headquarters to take charge of the overall situation.
Zhao Fan went downstairs and came to the yard. He first pulled out the nine dark gold needles stuck in Lin Qianqian's head when he opened the car door. The life-saving blood curse was knocked back to its original shape. There was no point in continuing to stick it. Then he asked
: "How do you feel now?"
"Except for feeling a little weak, nothing happened." She looked at Zhao Fan with complicated eyes and asked, "I heard that you saved me from dying?"
"Are you touched? Then I'll pledge myself to you." Zhao Fan tore off the zipper of his shirt and said, "Come quickly."
"Hmph..." Lin Qianqian wanted to scold but found that she couldn't. Although the other party's words were frivolous, he saved her life after all. He also had miraculous abilities, was not ugly, and had a good figure. If such a man does
Her husband, it seems... Thinking of this, Lin Qianqian shook her hair violently and said to herself: "Bah, Lin Qianqian, what are you thinking about? This rogue master is not serious, how can he be better?"
Seeing that she was silent for a long time, Zhao Fan shook his head and turned towards the villa. The situation was urgent and he didn't want to waste any more time, because he would have to imprint the blood spell of substitution later and had to go back to his room to prepare some things. As he walked there
When he was in front of the door, Lin Qianqian called him from behind, "Well... I'm sorry about what happened this morning. I didn't mean it."
"I know, you did it on purpose." Zhao Fan's figure flashed through the door.
"You..." Lin Qianqian stomped her feet angrily. It's rare to apologize once, so why don't you give her face? Uncle Wang got out of the car and patted her on the shoulder, saying: "Girl, take good care of it. The Lin family does have some influence in Jiangbei City."
, but looking at the provincial capital and even China, it is not worth mentioning. The baby kiss with Master Zhao is actually something we have reached a high level."
"..."
Lin Qianqian didn't know what to say, so she went back to the room. After struggling all morning, her clothes were dirty and she wanted to change them first. However, when she opened the closet door, her pupils suddenly shrank, and she immediately noticed something was wrong, and arranged them neatly.
Her clothes, especially her underwear, had become messy at this time. Her face turned pale with fright and anger, "All of my... have been turned over?"
The house is guarded by bodyguards and there is absolutely no possibility of intruders.
Lin Qianqian bit her red lips and calmed down. After thinking about it, Zhao Fan was the only one who was suspicious. Two red clouds suddenly floated on her cheeks and she whispered softly: "That scoundrel actually has such a hobby? He didn't do anything after that.
It’s really too much to restore to the original state…”