Tang Ming was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "Sorry, I don't have that idea."
"You can think about it again."
"I am a very fair person. The most powerful personal guard around me has an annual salary of 30 million. If you can defeat him, I will give you 50 million."
"If you have other needs, you can also ask."
Shang Dongxu smiled and said: "I know that you martial arts practitioners are very hungry for training resources. It just so happens that I have channels to get precious pills."
Pill?
Tang Ming was shocked and couldn't help but look at the other person again: "Can you get the elixir?"
Shang Dongxu nodded with a smile.
At this time.
The young girl also spoke: "Sir, pills are priceless in the market. Since you are a warrior in Jinling, you have naturally heard of the legendary Master Tang in Jinling City, right?"
"Master Tang's pills cost hundreds to tens of millions per pill."
"And our Dongxu Chamber of Commerce also has alchemists."
"If you become my father's bodyguard, you can have the right to purchase Qi and Blood Pills once every six months."
The young girl has fair skin, beautiful appearance, delicate facial features, and smiles when she talks, giving people a feeling of spring breeze.
Tang Ming glanced at her and shook his head in refusal.
The young girl was a little disappointed, but she didn't say much.
"It's such a pity, little brother, this is my business card. If you change your mind in the future, you can contact me at any time."
Shang Dongxu came over and handed over a business card with a smile.
This kind of customized business card is very precious, made of special materials, just like art, and costs at least a few thousand yuan to start.
Tang Ming lowered his head and took the business card.
But suddenly.
He frowned and looked at the Blood Dragon Wood Buddha Bead on the other person's wrist.
When Shang Dongxu saw him taking the business card, he took his hand back and turned to leave.
"Mr. Shang, I still want to remind you of something."
Tang Ming spoke slowly: "There is something wrong with the string of Buddhist beads in your hand. Wearing them for a long time is not good for your health."
Shang Dongxu frowned: "What's the problem?"
"There is an evil spirit, or a resentful spirit."
Tang Ming explained: "The string of Buddhist beads in your hand should be antiques. All antiques are dug out from tombs."
"It contains a resentful soul and exudes Yin Qi, which will continue to corrode the Yang Qi in you."
When Shang Dongxu heard this, his expression suddenly turned cold and stern.
"This is not an antique, nor is it something from an ancient tomb."
"It is my deceased wife's personal bracelet. She has worn it since she was a child. It has been more than 20 years ago. If it had not been for a car accident, this string of beads would still be worn on her body."
"Please sir, please don't talk nonsense."
Shang Dongxu's tone became indifferent.
One second he called Tang Ming little brother, and the next second he called him sir.
Obviously, Shang Dongxu was a little angry that Tang Ming called his deceased wife's belongings as funerary objects in the ancient tomb.
"We still have things to do, let's go first."
Leave a word behind.
Shang Dongxu led everyone away quickly.
..."Master, this man's face changes too quickly. You kindly remind him, but he still doesn't appreciate it."
Liu Wan said angrily.
Tang Ming smiled lightly and shrugged: "I've already said what I said. It's his business to believe it or not."
"Master, could it be that his wife was killed by him?
You have resentment in your heart, so you attach yourself to the beads to take revenge?"
Liu Wan expressed her guess.
"Probably not."
Tang Ming shook his head and explained: "The resentful soul inside the Buddhist bead does not look like a person who has just died, and it has a vicious and evil aura. It has swallowed at least a dozen people from the human world to have such a violent and evil aura."
"But this Shang Dongxu is not an ordinary person. He has received gifts from high-ranking people."
"The pendant on his chest contains Taoist spiritual energy, which can resist the impact of evil spirits, otherwise he would have turned into a mummy long ago."
Speaking of this, he also frowned slightly.
Shang Dongxu previously said that the string of Buddhist beads was a personal belonging worn by his deceased wife for decades, and it was supposed to be very safe.
Why did the Buddhist beads turn into something evil when he put them on his hand?
"This person must have noticed it, so he came to the Confucius Temple. He probably wanted to seek the righteousness of Confucianism to wash away his grievances."
Tang Ming raised his head and looked at the direction Shang Dongxu and others were leaving.
...Tang Ming was talking about Shang Dongxu.
Shang Dongxu and others were also discussing Tang Ming.
"Old Xiang, what do you think of that young man just now?"
As Shang Dongxu walked, he looked at the old man in black beside him.
The old man in black looks old, but his sharp eyes are bright and energetic.
"This guy is a bit mysterious, I didn't see through it just now."
The old man in black sighed: "Jinling City is indeed the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties. That young man is only in his early twenties and can have such strength."
"If I guess correctly, he should also be a cultivator."
He is also a practitioner.
The old man used the word "ye" to indicate that he himself is also a cultivator.
"Lao Xiang, that guy is not a cultivator, right?"
The man who was beaten by Tang Ming and vomited blood before and practiced Bajiquan was a little dissatisfied and said: "I think he is just stronger."
"President, my senior brother is the master of Bajiquan and is now the chief instructor of the Jinling Special Forces."
"If you want to recruit people, I can ask him to introduce a few to you."
A strong man in the military?
Shang Dongxu suddenly became energetic. Instead of recruiting a young man, it would be better to recruit a strong person from the military department. After all, he was born in the military, he is disciplined and more conscientious.
"By the way, that young man also said that there is something wrong with my Blood Dragon Wood Buddha Beads."
Shang Dongxu opened his sleeves.
He looked down at the beads on his wrist, a tenderness flashing in his eyes.
This is the relic of his most beloved person.
Wearing it, it feels like your wife is still by your side.
That's why he got angry when someone said it was a burial object in an ancient tomb.
"Cough cough cough..." Shang Dongxu suddenly coughed violently and let go of his hand. There were a few shocking drops of blood in his palm.
"dad!"
"President!"
The expressions of the people around him changed dramatically.
"Ahem, I'm fine, don't worry..." Shang Dongxu took out a handkerchief from his suit pocket and wiped the blood clean.
"Dad, can it really be this string of Buddhist beads?"
Shang Meizhu's face was filled with nervousness: "Since you came back from Indonesia, your health has gotten worse and worse. Grandpa Xiang also said that you have a loss of energy and blood."
"Could it be that this string of beads is really an ominous thing..." "Impossible!"
Shang Dongxu drank softly and interrupted his daughter: "There is absolutely nothing wrong with the Buddhist beads. They have been passed down from your grandmother's generation to your mother's hands."
"Your grandma lived to be ninety years old and passed it on to your mother.
""Your mother received the beads when she was twenty and has been wearing them for more than 20 years. The car accident was just an accident. There must be no problem with the beads."
Shang Dongxu was a little excited.
He still can't accept the pain of his wife's death.
The Blood Dragon Wood Buddha Bead is the only thing he misses about his wife.