Xu Jia smiled: "The King of Hell also has someone he likes?"
Leng Xue ran over: "Brother? Do you have a girl you like? Catch her and let me see her."
"Go, today we have to deal with your matter, my matter is not urgent yet."
The King of Hell recovered his thoughts and spoke to Xu Jia: "Although this boy from the Huang family, Huang Xinghai, is a dandy who does all kinds of evil, Xiaoxue must make sacrifices for the future of the Leng family. She must marry Huang Xinghai."
Xu Jia: "Why?"
The King of Hell said word by word: "Because, the Huang family is now at the height of its power, and its popularity is unprecedented."
"So powerful?" Xu Jia said, "Why is this?"
The King of Hell said: "Because Huang Guiqing, the ancestor of the Huang family, is an unparalleled Feng Shui master."
Xu Jia smiled: "How can a Feng Shui master be so powerful?"
The King of Hell took a breath: "Don't underestimate the Feng Shui master. Huang Guiqing's Feng Shui skills are enough to rank among the top five in our country. Although Huang Guiqing is not an official or a court official, he relies on his Feng Shui skills to travel among high-ranking officials.
Among the nobles, many dignitaries regarded Huang Guiqing as a guest. Huang Guiqing could help them choose Feng Shui. Feng Shui is the most important thing for a big family.
"
"For so many years, no one has dared to offend the Huang family, because no one dares to offend Huang Guiqing, because he has made friends with too many important people. Offending Huang Guiqing is like offending many big families. Think about it, then
How dire must the situation be?"
Xu Jia interjected: "Including your Leng family?"
The King of Hell nodded helplessly: "Yes, although our Leng family is powerful, we are now in a period of transformation and our descendants are weak. If we offend the Huang family at this moment, Huang Guiqing will get angry and call on all the major families to embarrass our Leng family. Even if we are weak-minded,
It’s hard to support it with one arm.”
Xu Jia spread his hands: "I never expected that a Feng Shui master would have such great energy."
The King of Hell sighed: "Brother Xu, you are such a troublemaker. You have a long way to go."
Xu Jia laughed loudly: "Why do I feel that this task is tailor-made for me?"
Leng Xue glared: "It seems you are very confident? Let me tell you, the Huang family is not that easy to deal with."
Xu Jia laughed loudly: "It's hard to deal with the Huang family, but I have no problem dealing with your grandfather."
Leng Xuefen clenched her fists tightly: "Okay, if you can defeat my grandpa, I can escape for a while."
The King of Hell was sweating profusely: "Why did this couple specifically aim at grandpa and fire?"
Leng Xue muttered to Xu Jia: "You bastard, grandpa will have his birthday tomorrow. There are many families coming, all of them are famous people. The Chen family, the Ma family, and the He family will all send people here by then. They are the same as the Huang family.
They are all here to support the Huang family."
Xu Jia shook his head: "It doesn't matter, I'll break it with one move..."
***
While they were discussing how to deal with the Huang family, an altar was set up on a mountain top fifty miles away.
A mysterious man with his head covered and a pair of triangular eyes tightly exposed, wielded a peach blossom sword with a talisman on the tip of the sword, and kept stabbing at the little man on the altar.
The villain is very delicately made and looks very similar to Wu Yong.
There is a strand of hair wrapped around the villain's head, and on the villain's chest, it is written: "Wu Yong, male, 19..."
"Wu Yong, my good nephew, my uncle will send you to the West to enjoy happiness. Who told you to know too much? Hehe..."
Puff!
The mysterious man stabbed the villain in the chest with his sword.
puff!
The villain actually spit out a mouthful of blood.
Then there was another sword, stabbing the villain's calf, and a stream of blood came out of the calf, and he screamed in pain.
In an interrogation room of the Hell Team, Wu Yong's chest was stabbed and blood gurgled out.
"Ouch..."
Wu Yong screamed.
"What's going on? Why is the chest broken?"
The judge broke in, saw this scene, and hurriedly scolded Niu Tou: "What are you doing? Even if you are sentenced to death, don't stab him in the chest. What will happen if he dies?"
Niu Tou was wronged: "I didn't do it."
"Did Ma Mian do it?" The judge stared at Ma Mian.
"It's not me either!" Ma Mian hurriedly denied.
The judge scratched his head: "None of you admit it? Could it be that Wu Yong did it himself?"
puff!
As soon as the judge finished speaking, he saw Wu stabbing his chest with his fingertips. The sharp nails actually pierced the skin and penetrated into the heart.
"Oh my god, he's killing himself, stop him!"
The judge, Niu Tou, and Ma Mian hurriedly surrounded him and held down his hands and feet: "Wu Yong, what are you doing? What can you do? Leniency will be given if you confess, strict if you resist. If you tell the truth, you won't die. What are you doing? Hey, what are you doing?
Want to commit suicide?"
Wu Yong's eyes were wide open, his face was ashen, and there was a gloomy look on his face, and his smile was particularly terrifying.
"Ouch..."
Wu Yong roared, waved his arms, and managed to get rid of the shackles of the bull's head, and punched him in the chest.
Wu Yong spit out another mouthful of blood.
"Why so much strength?" The judge was puzzled.
"Crazy, really crazy." Niutou looked at his fist and could hardly believe what he had just seen.
He is the strongest elite among the special forces, but his strength is not as strong as Wu Yong. How is this possible?
However, the fact is before our eyes.
Not to be outdone, Ma Mian pounced on him, but Wu Yong broke free again. His nails dug into his chest and blood flowed endlessly.
"not good!"
The judge shouted: "Ox head, horse face, you trap Wu Yong, I will go find Xu Jia."
He stumbled away.
Xu Jia was listening to the introduction of the Huang family by King of Hell and Leng Xue, when the judge pushed open the door and walked in: "It's not good, Wu Yong is crazy and is committing suicide."
The King of Hell shouted: "Why don't we stop him?"
The judge was about to cry but had no tears: "I can't stop it."
The King of Hell scratched his head: "How is this possible?"
Xu Jia didn't hesitate at all and rushed out in a swish.
Looking at the interrogation room from a distance, Xu Jia immediately smelled an eerie aura.
"No, Wu Yong was controlled by puppetry. Japanese puppetry?"
Xu Jia rushed into the interrogation room frantically. When he saw Wu Yong's face was livid and gloomy, he screamed "Oh!"
"What a powerful puppetry technique!"
boom!
Wu Yong bared his teeth and wailed, and actually overturned the bull's head and the horse's face at the same time. His big bloody hand pierced his chest and grabbed for the heart.
Once caught, Wu Yong was dead.
Xu Jia made a hand gesture, wrote the character "Lin", and quickly patted Wu Yong on the forehead.
Boom boom...
Suddenly, a deafening sound was heard, and a black shadow was blown away from Wu Yong, accompanied by a shrill howl.
boom!
puff!
On the top of a mountain twenty miles away, the mysterious masked man was also blown away and hit the wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Damn it! What a powerful spell, too strong! Is this person Xu Jia? Let's see if I don't kill you!" (To be continued)