Zhang Mingwei's face froze, and without saying a word, she slapped her in the face with her backhand.
"Bah bang bang!"
After a few slaps, her fair and tender cheeks became red and swollen.
"never mind."
"Things are over, there is no need to do this again."
Seeing Zhang Mingwei's fear, Qin Feng smiled, then grabbed her wrist and inserted the silver needle into her fingertips:
"You and your brother have been together for a long time, and some bad energy has entered your body."
"I will help you drain it, and then go to the hospital to do a blood test to see if you are anemic. Just take more calcium and iron."
As the silver needle was pulled out, a stream of white liquid flowed from Zhang Mingwei's fingertips and fell to the ground.
Zhang Mingwei lowered her head subconsciously. When she discovered that it was a pool of white insect eggs, she immediately screamed and backed away.
"Do you know now how dangerous it is to get involved in the world?"
Zhang Yuanchang hates that iron cannot become steel:
"Don't you feel comfortable staying at home and being your eldest lady?"
"If you insist on meddling in the company's affairs, this is just the beginning. If Mr. Qin hadn't taken action, you would be dead by now."
Zhang Mingwei raised her pale face and no longer had the pride and ambition of the past.
"Mr. Qin."
Zhang Yuanchang stood up and said with great respect:
"I would like to ask, what is the evil spirit you just mentioned?"
"I have been traveling around for many years, and I have seen a lot of harmful spells, but this is the first time I have heard of this evil..."
He was very unwilling. Even if he escaped, he is still confused and confused, not knowing who is attacking him.
"The art of evil is a kind of evil magic that originated in southern Yunnan. It is popular in Southeast Asia. Together with lowering the head and poison, it is also known as the three major evil magic in southern Yunnan."
"It's not as direct as poison poison and head-dropping killing."
"But it's extremely dangerous."
"Using the spirit of the dead as a medium, the more miserable the deceased was when they died, the more powerful the evil spell will be."
"It just takes a long time to refine it. Six or seven years are considered sparse and common, so there are not many people who pass it on, and the less everyone knows about it."
"Just now, a total of eleven faces appeared in your body."
"This proves that there are a total of eleven poisoned corpses in the Jiujiang water, and they are all women."
Qin Feng simply explained: "You have been close to these corpses many times and have been in contact with these corpses. The evil spirit will naturally penetrate into your body, and then use your body as a medium to nourish the birth of evil spirits."
Zhang Yuanchang's face was pale and his lips were trembling.
Liu Yuanyuan frowned slightly: "Old Zhang, have you seen these corpses? Why have I never heard you mention them?"
Zhang Yuanchang clenched his fists and then sighed:
"There's nothing I can do about it."
He looked at the sky: "What happened in Jiujiang during this period is actually a problem at the nine battlefields in Jiujiang."
"A construction team dug out red coffins in the sandfield, and there were nine of them in one dig."
"When each coffin was dug out of the river bed, it was as bright as ever."
"After the coffin was opened, even the female corpses inside remained in the same state as before death, except that they were all headless corpses."
"The decision I made at that time was to invite eminent monks to burn the nine coffins together after the process, once and for all."
"But that night, I started to have frequent dreams."
"In the dream, there were nine women who kept kneeling in front of me and begged me to spare their lives. They also told me a place where they could dig out thousand-year-old water-proof beads. I took it as a thank you."
"I never believe in ghosts, so the next day I burned all the coffins in a big fire."
"I thought Jiujiang was at peace, but I didn't expect more and more strange things happened."
"Crews disappeared for no reason, committed suicide, or drowned at home."
"In less than half a year, several waters were given the title of Huangquan, which scared many people away from sailing. Even at night, there were no ships approaching the waters."
“The reduction of air transportation by half will have a great impact on society.”
"As the King of Jiujiang, I could only go into the water to check in person. Not only did I find nothing, but my condition worsened every time I went there. It wasn't until I fell into a coma that day that things evolved to this point."
Zhang Yuanchang looked at Qin Feng: "What is going on? Is it really because I disturbed the rest of the dead that this cholera happened?"
There was confusion in his eyes.
"Not quite."
"These corpses are the bait for evil. Even if you burn them, the evil bugs are still in the river and you still can't change the outcome."
"What's more, there are a total of eleven innocent souls in your body, which proves that there are a total of eleven coffins, but you only burned nine, and two were left outside."
"One of them was accidentally hit by your men a few years ago. His body was destroyed and his body was destroyed. He was completely injured. He helped you once."
"The other one is the main coffin. It not only contains the last corpse, but also stores the heads of the other nine corpses to ensure that those innocent souls will not be scattered and continue to make waves in the river."
Qin Feng glanced at the lake water: "The main coffin is here. Get some pots of black dog blood, gasoline, and a crane. Take advantage of the good sunshine now to dig it out and burn it, once and for all."
The sun is scorching.
Five cranes were transported into the manor, making rumbling engine sounds as they circled the lake.
As a dozen frogmen emerged from the water and made gestures to the people on the shore, the crane began to work. With the sound of water splashing and the sunlight shining, a huge black coffin as black as ink slowly left the water and entered
into the public eye.
The coffin made of steel, with water splashing everywhere, reflected a dazzling luster under the sunlight.
Everyone retreated subconsciously, the cold air radiating from the black coffin made them feel fear from the bottom of their hearts.
Zhang Yuanchang and Liu Yuanyuan were even more surprised. With such a big black coffin lying on their pillows, it would be strange if nothing happened to them.
"Why is there such a big black coffin?"
Zhang Yuanchang's eyelids jumped: "At first, I chose this area as a residential address because it has good feng shui and is located at the intersection of Jiujiang and Jiujiang."
"I never expected that there would be such a big black coffin under the lake."
"The manor where you are located was originally set up by Master Zhi as a formation to control the development of Jiujiang Ten Coffins Zhiyin."
"You come from behind and occupy the magpie's nest."
"In addition, after being infected by the plague, the body is weak, and it is easy to attract unclean things."
Qin Feng explained to Zhang Yuanchang calmly: "Fortunately, the Bai family's ship blocked the disaster for you. Otherwise, with the ferocity of this thing, you would have taken over his place and burned nine of his black coffins, and you would not have survived at all."
Not until now.”
Liu Yuanyuan and the others listened in a daze, completely overturning their long-standing knowledge.
"Then I have to thank them very much."
Zhang Yuanchang didn't talk nonsense: "Brother Qin, what should we do next?"
Qin Feng walked to the black coffin, grabbed the coffin board with both hands, and opened it with force.
A monstrous smell of blood swept through the manor instantly, and the body of a woman wearing a red wedding dress was also exposed.
Although it is a long time ago, his body is lifelike and his eyes are closed, as if he is asleep.
Around her body, nine other women's heads were placed.
Each piece is as new as new, as if it had just been cut out and placed in the coffin.
The interior of the coffin is engraved with ancient patterns, exuding a strange aura like a spell.
Yang Qi enters the coffin.
The female corpse's eyes suddenly opened, filled with endless resentment.
"Don't look at me like that, I'll help you transcend now."
"Don't even think about finding me in your dreams."
Qin Feng poured the dog's blood mixed with gasoline directly into the coffin, then lit the lighter and threw it inside:
"Burn it clean and throw everything into the sea."
At the same time, in an underground prison cell far away in northern Myanmar, a stooped old man spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted on the spot.