I'm wandering in the world

Chapter 113 It all depends on who has a stronger background

The blood-red banner swayed, and Zhang Xiuren felt a suction force coming from somewhere. His soul separated from the corpse and turned into a puff of smoke, flying towards the banner. With a whoosh, he entered the banner...

Chen Qingyuan flicked his left hand hard: "Earth Fate, come out!"

Zhang Xiuren's soul was ejected, and it was much weaker than when he entered. The corpse sat up from the ground and looked at his hands in surprise: "I don't seem to have changed much..."

Chen Qingyuan did not stop. Except for Zhang Xiu'ren who was suppressed, there were no other complete souls in the mass grave. They had been washed away by evil energy and feng shui for many years. If they could not be reincarnated, their souls would be scattered.

Therefore, the mass grave was filled with a strong yin energy.

"receive!"

The long banner dyed red with one's own blood is very useful, and the Yin energy slowly merges into the long banner.

Chen Qingyuan came to Zhang Xiuren's grave and waved a long banner. He could vaguely see the shadow of an old man. It seemed that this guy was the mastermind behind the scene...

The long flag was moving faster and faster, and the shadow was becoming clearer and clearer.

He took out a long nail from the "Tomb Raider" world from his teardrop mole and stabbed it at the phantom: "Die!"

The description of the long nail is that if you stick it into any living or dead object, it can destroy its luck. If you want it to be effective for a long time, you can't let go...

Zizizi!
The spike pierced through the shadow, and smoke filled the tip.

The old man looked in pain and blood started coming out of his mouth and nose.

Chen Qingyuan found that the temperature of the iron nail dropped suddenly, just like an old iron that had been placed in the freezer for decades. The skin on his palm was almost sticking together. So this is what happened. No wonder he specifically explained that he couldn't let go...

If you hold it for a little longer, your flesh and blood will be frozen through by the cold.

He came to the altar holding the nail and threw it hard. The shadow fell into the compass, and the needle began to spin. Then he threw the nail away...

OK OK.

Just know the location.

Chen Qingyuan injured the other party, and the small red dots did not continue to increase.

He put away the altar and went down the mountain. The taxi driver was still waiting. That was great...

He raised his hand and another stack of bills passed over.

"Master, follow the compass needle after you go down the mountain!"

The driver was about to thank him when he noticed the bleeding wound on Chen Qingyuan's wrist. He quickly took out a small bag with a red cross printed on it from the glove box and said, "Brother, this is a first aid kit. It contains hemostatic bandages and medicine. Take care of it. I'll drive you to the hospital right away..."

Chen Qingyuan grabbed his shoulders and said, "Never mind that. I'm trying to catch a crooked sorcerer who randomly harms ordinary people like us, especially taxi drivers like you who travel around everywhere!"

The driver was startled: "Ah? Then sit still!"

The taxi sped along at lightning speed, very skillfully avoiding routes where traffic police frequently checked.

He did not forget to observe Chen Qingyuan's expression through the rearview mirror, because he was really frightened by the words "especially for drivers like you who run around everywhere"...

The car left the area of ​​Lotus Mountain...

……

Kowloon ancient house.

The old man lay on the ground for a long time, unable to recover. He had clearly used the bone-piercing nails to pierce the opponent's soul according to his luck, and when he was sure of victory, he was still outmaneuvered.

He reached out and touched the small round hole between his eyebrows. The wound was about half an inch deep into the skull. If it had gone in another half an inch, he would have surely died.

He just didn't understand what method the other party used and why he suddenly opened a hole in his forehead.

And the moment the hole appeared, I felt cold all over.

The old man grabbed the legs of the altar and slowly stood up. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and laughed, "It seems that the opponent is dead. I won this round."

He returned to the back room with a cane, picked up the phone on the table and dialed: "Mr. Li, the tomb of Zhang Xiuren in Lianhua Mountain was broken into. But don't worry, I have already dealt with the other party. It's just a small price..."

Mr. Li's old voice came from the phone: "Really? All rivers flow into the sea, but without Zhang Xiuren, the river, it would be incomplete. You have to find a way to make it whole for me..."

The old man's eyes twitched a few times: "I will take care of this matter."

hang up the phone.

He raised his foot and kicked the chair next to him. "Fuck you. I have been looking for dragon points and acupuncture points for your Li family since my ancestors. If it weren't for my Liu family's profound knowledge and destiny, how could you Li family be so high and mighty and point fingers at us?"

At this moment, there was a loud noise from the wall, and a spirit tablet fell down.

The old man was stunned.

Then another spirit tablet fell down, and there was a clattering sound, as if it was a chain reaction caused by dominoes. The spirit tablets on the sides, above, and below fell one after another, and there was a constant tinkling sound.

Something happened!

The old man could no longer remain calm. He calculated with his left hand for a while but couldn't figure out the reason. He took out a small and exquisite tortoise shell from his inner pocket and shook it. The copper coins turned over inside. When he was about to pour them out, there was a crack. The tortoise shell that had been used by at least three generations actually cracked...

The copper coins inside were scattered on the ground and all broken.

"This……"

He took a deep breath. No matter how bad a matter was, there should be a bad fortune or an ominous hexagram, but the tortoise shell hexagram did not give any chance at all, which meant that the matter was extremely dangerous and there was no need to calculate it.

The phone rang again, and it was the voice of the wealthy Mr. Li: "What's going on? You said you would take care of it, so why are all the spirit tablets of my ancestors falling down?"

He was in a somewhat irritable mood, totally unlike his usual gentle and polite self.

The old man reached out and touched the hole on his forehead. From the change in Mr. Li's tone, he could tell that the situation had been broken. He was too lazy to care about each other's face and sneered, "Ask, ask, ask, what are you asking? The person who broke the situation must be very important or has a strong background. It's hard to predict with the tortoise hexagram. If I'm not wrong, he must be alive and on his way to find me..."

Mr. Li asked hurriedly, "What should we do? Don't you have any backup plan?"

The old man said angrily, "Can't you hear me? I'm being hunted by someone. How can I have a backup plan? Does making your story public count as a backup plan?"

Mr. Li was silent for a moment. "Don't be impulsive. If a river flows into the sea, it will be broken. With my current assets and cash flow, it is enough to live comfortably for several lifetimes. How about this... I will send someone to pick you up. Take a plane and leave Hong Kong Island immediately to avoid this disaster. You can still live the way you want abroad..."

crunch.

There was a faint sound of a door opening.

The old man hung up the phone directly.

somebody is coming!

In a building with wooden doors, the hinges will make a creaking sound when the doors are opened or closed. Is there no way to make it silent?
There is a way, but don’t do it!

In this way, no matter whether you go in or out, as long as the door is moved, it will make a sound.

Therefore, some thieves in ancient times would scout the location before stealing things, and then bring water and add some oil to it to minimize the noise made by the door hinges.

The old man stood up and reached into his robe and pulled out a pistol.

Just kidding, I thought I was really living in ancient times. When we meet to fight, of course we fight with spears!
(End of this chapter)