The god of rebirth counts the world

Chapter 219

The blood in Mr. King's whole body seemed to freeze, and he clenched his fists stiffly.

That's right, the person he saw in Shaohua Temple back then felt a little strange, but now that he thinks about it, this is actually Han Zhu's uncle!

Mr. Wang clenched his fists, quickly restrained his excitement, and immediately ordered someone to transfer a special plane, and he wanted to go to Shaohua Temple in person.

Since Mr. Wang was going to Shaohua Temple, all the people under his command immediately prepared. The helicopter stopped directly at Rongyuan, and Mr. Wang took a special plane to fly directly to Shaohua Temple.

An hour later, the plane landed on the top of Shaohua Temple, and the tourists around were forcibly dispersed by special forces personnel, and a large number of people surrounded Shaohua Temple to prevent the uncle from leaving temporarily.

Who knew that when Mr. Wang stepped into Shaohua Temple, he saw Master Abbot waiting there.

Master Abbot looked at Mr. King with compassion on his face: "The person you are looking for is no longer here."

Mr. Wang looked at the abbot who had a Buddha face in front of him, and sneered, "Where did he go?"

When Han Zhu was alive, Han Zhu asked him to believe, and he believed.

When Han Zhu may not be alive anymore, he doesn't need to believe in anything.

If all the non-existent Buddhist metaphysics in the world can't keep her, why does it still exist?

At this moment, Mr. Wang, changed from the steady and elegant appearance in the TV news in the past. He stood there, radiating murderous aura, exuding an ice-cold air that could lower the surrounding area by ten degrees.

He stepped forward step by step, and every step he took, the murderous intent became stronger: "I can't find him, and I will make all of you pay the price."

The master abbot sighed: "He left one thing before he left, you should take a look first, if you need it, you can take it away."

When Mr. King heard this, his jaw tightened: "What?"

The master abbot ordered the little novice at the side, so the little novice took a wooden tray and presented something covered with a white cloth.

Mr. Wang stiffly picked the white cloth away, but he saw a thing carved out of peach wood under the white cloth, with a red silk rope tied on it, and the binding of the silk rope looked quite neat and strange.

Mr. Wang's hands trembled slightly: "This, this is the knot of life and death, isn't it?"

Master Abbot shook his head: "I only know that this is left by the person you are looking for. I don't know what it is."

After hearing this, Mr. King frowned, and immediately ordered: "Bring Song Jiaolan here."

So Song Jiaolan was immediately grabbed by the guards.

Mr. King pointed to the thing on the tray and said, "What is this?"

Song Jiaolan was so excited when she saw it: "Yes, yes, this is the knot of life and death. I tied the red silk rope myself."

Mr. Wang held this so-called life-death knot in his hand, squeezed it tightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Song Jiaolan, now follow me back and save Han Zhu."

In a secret room, Mr. Wang stood there silently. He was like a statue, silent, neither happy nor angry.

The old Mr. King and the old housekeeper also came over, and the old Mr. King frowned helplessly at his son.

The old housekeeper sighed, and whispered to the old Mr. Wang: "Sir, I am afraid that my hopes are too high. If it fails, he will not be able to bear it."

The old Mr. King shook his head and sighed: "For a woman, this is crazy."

The old butler lowered his voice and said, "Master, don't talk about it, I think Mr. has been crazy since more than ten years ago."

It has never been better.

After hearing this, the old Mr. King snorted coldly: "What nonsense!"

But having said that, his eyes still followed his son, staring at the door of the secret room.

Although this was a very unimaginable thing, he still watched and secretly looked forward to it.

At this time, Mr. King seemed to have turned into stone, standing there motionless, staring at the door, feeling as if he was going to wait until the end of time.

At this moment, the door opened, and Song Jiaolan came out with her head bowed.

Mr. King rushed over immediately, and was about to rush into the door.

But Song Jiaolan stopped him, her eyes were full of confusion: "I let go of the knot of life and death, but I can only let go. I don't know what will happen next."

Mr. Wang looked at her coldly: "Why don't you know? You set up this knot of life and death in the first place!"

(End of this chapter)