"This is the best!" Fang Xiaoyu took a deep breath and replied deliberately with a very calm look. However, he secretly sighed in his heart that the art of conveying thoughts consumes so much energy.
"Yes, I said it. But I said it, it would kill someone..." After Peter Chen bowed a few times, he choked with tears.
Hesitated again and again, but never got down to business.
Fang Xiaoyu pulled up the flame in his hand.
Peter Chen was so frightened that he screamed: "Ah, no, no!"
He sobbed and sobbed.
Fang Xiaoyu didn't have the slightest sympathy, and the fire came closer than before.
He knew that the more Peter Chen refused to say, the greater the conspiracy behind it.
Fang Xiaoyu guessed that the matter of the crystal sculpture was very likely to be related to the incident of Yancheng's dragon vein being nailed with a dragon nail. The matter of the dragon vein was related to the rise and fall of the country's destiny, so how could it be taken lightly.
Fang Xiaoyu held the flame in his hand and looked at Peter Chen with an indifferent expression: "Tell me, tell me the conspiracy behind you."
Peter Chen's face was burned by the hot flames. He knew that if the stalemate continued, he might really be disfigured next.
After a moment of silence, Peter Chen gritted his teeth and finally told Fang Xiaoyu the truth of the matter.
"Mr. Fang, I was wrong. What I just said was a lie. I didn't want to do this either. But there is no way. In fact, I am already half dead because someone cast a curse on my body. And
The person who cast the curse on me was the Japanese master of metaphysics, Bei Po Hai."
"I once worked in Japan, but accidentally came into contact with an organization called the Witchcraft Society. This is an organization that uses evil witchcraft to achieve the purpose of making money. I originally joined this organization with the intention of practicing psychic skills.
But later, it was discovered that this was not the case. Everyone who practices necromancy must go through the baptism of witchcraft. In fact, it is a kind of curse. Once the baptism is successful, those who practice witchcraft must
People will never be able to escape the curse of their souls, until the moment their lives end..."
When Peter Chen said this, he burst into tears.
Just as he was speaking, he suddenly saw him holding his heart in his hands, showing an extremely painful expression.
"Peter Chen, what's wrong?" Fang Xiaoyu asked alertly. He vaguely felt that something was wrong.
Pit Chen's face was pale, his pupils shrank sharply, as if he was struggling, and he said in a trembling voice: "As for that crystal sculpture, it's like this. In fact, from the very beginning, I only wanted to go there because I had a plan for Mr. Leng and his family.
Get to know Nie Caifeng’s best friend, that crystal is Bei..."
Just as he was talking, Peter Chen suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.
Suddenly, I heard him shout loudly: "No... Master no..."
However, before he could finish his words, he spat out another mouthful of black blood, and then his whole body leaned back and fell motionless on the sofa, his eyes widened as big as a bell.
Everyone was horrified. The waiter in the private room was so frightened that he put his face in his hands, screamed "Ah", turned around and ran out.
"Ah...how could this happen? Brother, was he...killed by you..." Ji Xinyu had never seen such a world before, and he stared at Fang Xiaoyu with his body trembling.
Hua Qinghong hurriedly pulled Ji Xinyu with her hand and whispered: "Don't talk nonsense. It will be fine soon!"
As she said this, the expression on her face became serious.
Axiang, who was on the side, was relatively calm. He shook his head helplessly and said, "It seems that he is already dead."
Fang Xiaoyu frowned suspiciously, walked quickly to Peter Chen, felt his breath, and then checked his pulse. He quickly shook his head and said: "He is dead!"
"Brother, he...how did he die?" Ji Xinyu asked with a puzzled look on his face.
"I have to take a look to find out." Fang Xiaoyu tried, looking at Peter Chen in front of him with his clairvoyance.
He found that in addition to a green aura of death in Pitchen's life palace, there was also a faint talisman that he could not understand.
After the talisman continued for more than a minute, it completely disappeared without a trace. Obviously, Peter Chen was killed by someone using a curse.
Fang Xiaoyu carefully looked at Peter Chen's face, trying to see more clearly.
At this moment, a roar was heard from the door.
"Stop! Squat down for me."
Fang Xiaoyu turned around and saw a tall policewoman with a height of 1.8 meters and skin as white as jade rushed into the box, followed by a male policeman behind her.
The moment Fang Xiaoyu saw the policewoman, his heart trembled involuntarily. It was as if he had seen the tall policewoman before him somewhere, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy. But no matter how he
Can't even think of it.
"Talking about you!"
Just when Fang Xiaoyu felt a little curious, the policewoman yelled at him angrily.
Her eyes like a cold sword fell on Fang Xiaoyu's face, and she said coldly: "Tell me, what happened to the man who fell on the sofa?"
It turned out that the owner of the bar saw Fang Xiaoyu through the crack in the door with flames coming out of his hands. He was frightened and secretly called the police. So he called the policewoman.
"He's dead!" Fang Xiaoyu replied calmly, and immediately sat down on the sofa, picked up the wine glass with a calm face, and took a sip of red wine.
"Dead?" The policewoman's face changed slightly and she walked quickly towards Peter Chen.
The policewoman's name is Nie Li, and she is the deputy captain of the criminal police in the Nanhai City Public Security Bureau. Not long after she was hired, she rushed to the bar as soon as she received the case with the attitude of being a new officer.
Originally, she thought it was just a small fight, but unexpectedly she encountered a murder case. This made her cheer up.
Nie Li felt Peter Chen's breath with her hand, and then felt his pulse. Her face suddenly darkened, and she coldly asked Fang Xiaoyu: "How did he die?"
"I'm sorry, I don't know how I died. I was drinking, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and suddenly fell down, and then it happened like this." Fang Xiaoyu replied calmly.
"You're kidding! You'll suddenly vomit blood while drinking, and then you'll die. Are you making up a story? Don't think I don't know what happened. Someone just saw you threatening the deceased with flames." Nie Li said coldly.
Pointing at Fang Xiaoyu, he said: "You'd better be more honest with me. I'm warning you, I, Nie Li, am a female special police officer who has won the title of Overlord Flower in Southern Xinjiang Province."
Fang Xiaoyu shrugged his shoulders, smiled, and said nothing.
This inadvertent action made the female police officer in front of her, who was a special police officer, very angry. She mistakenly thought that Fang Xiaoyu was provoking.
Nie Li bit her lip, clenched her fists in her hands, and snorted coldly: "Furthermore, I can proudly tell you that I am a cultivating warrior and a master of the early stage of the golden elixir. The flame you just used, probably
It’s the legendary Five Thunder Palm, don’t think I don’t know about it. However, this little skill is not enough to show off in front of me.” (To be continued)