prisoner in the door

The guests in the hall were whispering with the people around them, while looking at Mo Zhenzhen's direction with smiles in their eyes, but the smiles were not kind, but instead revealed a sense of disgust and condescension.

Compared with these guests in formal dresses, Mo Zhenzhen looked much stranger.

There was no makeup on her face, and her hair was simply tied behind her head with a pearl hairpin. She was wearing a purple Taoist robe but also a cassock. A girl was wearing a cassock, and the ghosts were laughing at her.

The bodyguards led her to the door and ignored her, allowing the people inside to look at her, and Mo Zhenzhen understood in a split second that this was a bad show.

Looking at the countdown time, there are only four and a half hours left, Mo Zhenzhen really doesn't want to waste time in such a useless place.

So Mo Zhenzhen stepped into the banquet hall and walked directly to those ghosts.

These people dare to whisper to Mo Zhenzhen from a distance, humiliate Mo Zhenzhen with such a gesture, and magnify her incompatibility to make her ashamed, but when the person concerned doesn't accept their behavior, they will back down instead that one.

Because Mo Zhenzhen's reaction was no longer what they were familiar with.

Moreover, Mo Zhenzhen's attire can be regarded as ancient, coupled with her temperament and appearance, she is so close, there is no need for Mo Zhenzhen to say more, but it makes these people look like 'demons and ghosts'.

Mo Zhenzhen walked to the center of the banquet hall, stood still and looked up to the second floor, where there was a row of people with similar appearance.

Standing in the middle is a gray-haired but hale and hearty old man, and beside him are two middle-aged men standing on the left and right.

The two middle-aged men looked somewhat similar. Standing on Qin Lao's left was his eldest son, who looked more stable.On the right is his second son, a little short and chubby, with a glass of red wine in his hand, staring straight at Mo Zhenzhen while tasting it.

Standing on the left and right of these two men were their children, and these younger generations looked at her more or less coldly.

Mo Zhenzhen glanced around at those Qin family members, her mind wandered a little out of place.

These Qin family members stood so neatly, if she threw a special grenade on it, wouldn't they all be saved collectively?

Because of the picture that came to mind, Mo Zhenzhen was amused by herself.

The smile only bloomed for a moment, then Mo Zhenzhen looked at Mr. Qin and nodded to him.

"Old man, how does it feel to die once?" The words were provocative at the beginning. Originally, this kind of thing should not have happened to Mo Zhenzhen, but she did.

Without him, but now there is no need to worry about anything.

The Qin family didn't expect Mo Zhenzhen to be so bold, and before they could react, Mo Zhenzhen took out a handful of yin wood powder, rolled it and sprinkled it on the ground.

"Old man, you've become a ghost. Do you want to enjoy the luxury of being a ghost? Finally, make a deal with a living person like me."

The power of Yinmu powder is still so great, just a small amount is enough to make all the ghosts in the banquet hall feel restless.

The Qin family on the second floor stood tall, so they were less affected by the Yinmu powder, but they stood on the top and could clearly see the reactions of the ghosts below.

After all, they are business people, and at this moment when everyone is showing their ugly faces, what they think of is not whether they are decent or not, but the benefits in it.

At that moment, Old Master Qin stopped the rosary beads in his hands, and a smile appeared on his serious face. He nodded to Mo Zhenzhen in return, then turned sideways, and raised his hand as a gesture of invitation.

"Girl, let's find a clean place to talk."

Of course Mo Zhenzhen is fine, but the guests downstairs have problems.

Before Mo Zhenzhen could make a move, a woman in a crescent white one-shoulder diamond-studded dress stepped forward two steps to Mo Zhenzhen.

She held a glass of champagne in her hand, shook the wine inside and smiled.

"Old man, you are wrong. If we are willing to come to the appointment today, we are handing over our wealth and life to you, so what else do you need to talk about without telling us?"

The expressions of the Qin family on the second floor remained unchanged, they still looked at the people below indifferently, but Mo Zhenzhen said it as if she was very surprised.

"What wealth and life? Do you know that you are going to be sacrificed?"

As soon as Mo Zhenzhen said this, the people below were quiet for a moment, and then they suddenly became noisy.

"What do you mean by that? What kind of sacrifice?" Some people came over impatiently and asked Mo Zhenzhen directly, and some people raised their eyes to look at the Qin family on the second floor, trying to get some clues from their expressions Come.

Mo Zhenzhen seemed to be frightened by the people who came over to ask her questions, she lightly covered her red lips with her fingers, and her expression was full of surprise.

"It turns out that you don't know."

"What the hell do you know, tell me quickly!"

The people around were anxious, but Mo Zhenzhen laughed, her eyebrows were curved and she looked very pretty, but no one had the time to appreciate it now.

Fortunately, Mo Zhenzhen didn't play tricks, she raised her eyes to see the Qin family who couldn't sit still above, and said with a smile.

"Someone wants to be a ghost king, but it's not easy to be a ghost king, so Fang Fang came up with a way to sacrifice. Sacrifice a whole city of ghosts and help him become a ghost king."

Those present were actually more or less aware of this matter, so some were silent, but some still felt extremely flustered.

Mo Zhenzhen stretched out her finger to the darkness outside the window, rather than speaking lightly.

"Look, there is heaven's punishment outside. Once Zhang Qingyue really does that, there will be nothing left in this city, including living people, zombies, and ghosts." Mo Zhenzhen made up these words, but she is not afraid of these minions Believe it or not.

Who would entrust their wealth and life to a stranger?These people simply have no other choice.

Old Master Qin suppressed the smile on his face and looked down at Mo Zhenzhen. After a while, seeing that the Qin family didn't respond, the guests below became even more unscrupulous.

"Nonsense, how do you prove that what you said is true!" The middle-aged man who stood up was questioning Mo Zhenzhen, but the horror in his eyes was not for others.

Mo Zhenzhen smiled, stroked the wide cuffs and expensive cassock, and said something irrelevant.

"Do you know the difference between criminals and terrorists?" Without the need for these people to answer, Mo Zhenzhen gave the answer directly.

"Criminals talk about evidence and human rights. No matter what the other party has done, they have to go through legal procedures. But terrorists don't need it. Those who shake the foundation of the country don't need any refutation. They can be directly wiped out on the spot, at any cost."

These words were like thunder, instantly shocking the people present.