Super Golden Eye

The Hongtu fitness center is nothing to worry about. People who take out the **** and use the three kinds of indiscriminate methods are not on the same level as Fang Yang.

Fang Yang gave Li Shan a deadly order, and if someone came to make trouble again, he would directly entertain him with an iron rod. After the fight, call the police again, accusing them of breaking into a private house and armed robbery.

To deal with this kind of people, you have to be ruthless to the end, otherwise they should be brilliant if you give them some sunshine.

Cao Miaoyu will handle all matters of the Yangming Club. She cooperated with Yao Di's team quite tacitly. After cleaning up the garbage at the door, the project was in full swing, and Fang Yang didn't need to worry about it.

Fang Yang really has no time to take care of the Yangming Club. The research on super batteries is at a critical position, and many agreements have been reached with Red Star Machinery Factory.

Now Fang Yang is in a state of desperation, and can't wait to work with several people.

There was a few muffled buzzing sounds, and the phone rang.

Fang Yang was on his way to the Red Star Machinery Factory, glanced at the name on the display, and pressed the Bluetooth headset: "Shen Xin, what's wrong?"

"Where are you? Tongtong was in a coma, and my dad asked you to come over immediately!" Shen Xin said anxiously on the phone.

Fang raised his brows for a week, and he knew about Shen Tong's illness. The lifeline was surrounded by a cloud of black air, as if cursed by someone.

"I'm in Songjiang. I'll be there in fifteen minutes." Fang Yang finished speaking, suddenly turned the steering wheel, and at the same time stepped on the accelerator pedal to the end. Good guy, directly overtook the Mercedes-Benz GLE in front.

There were four young people sitting in the Mercedes-Benz. They raised their heads while driving and didn't say anything, but the girl in the co-pilot was unhappy: "Zhu Feng, can you do it, haven't you seen being overtaken?"

"Brother Feng, you're not as good as a Jetta with a Mercedes-Benz!" The two young men in the back seat also yelled.

Zhu Feng's face turned dark, and he couldn't hold on anymore, he turned on the sports mode, and slammed the accelerator and rushed out.

At this time it was ten o'clock in the morning, and the main road in Songjiang City was full of traffic. I saw two cars chasing me, overtaking one after another.

Fang Yang didn't pay attention at first, but after scanning the rearview mirror a few times, he found that the Mercedes-Benz had been biting very close, as if he wanted to compete with him.

But Fang Yang didn't have the time to play with him, and Shen Tong was still waiting for him to rescue him. He slammed on the accelerator and overtook two beautiful short-distance overtakings in a row. After calculating the change of the signal light, he swept across the intersection with one stroke.

A harsh braking sound rang through the air, and then a loud noise was heard, and the Mercedes-Benz could not stop and had an accident.

All the airbags in the car bounced out, and the girl in the co-pilot's position was unconscious on the spot. The accident paralyzed this section of the road. Fortunately, there were no casualties.

But Fang Yang didn't know these things. He drove to Shen Xin's villa quickly, and ran in before the car could even be locked.

"Where are the people?" Fang Yang undressed as he walked, and asked Shen Xin to take her to Shen Tong's bedroom.

In the bedroom, Shen Tong fell into a coma, her body was hot, her forehead was covered with cold sweat, her eyelashes trembled frequently, as if she was having a nightmare.

"Fang Yang, you are here." Shen Furong was a little calm, but this was just an illusion. His face was pale and his eyes were full of worry. He held Shen Tong's hand and refused to leave for half a step.

"Dad, didn't you say that Fang Yang can cure Tongtong's disease? He is here now, but you say it!" Shen Xin was very excited. He was going to be called a doctor, but Shen Furong stopped him and just said Ask Fang Yang to come, only he can save Shen Tong's life in the huge Longjiang Province.

Fang Yang glanced at Shen Furong and said he must know something. However, there is no time to ask him at the moment, let's take a look at Shen Tong's situation first.

The goldeneye's perspective opened, and the line of evil spirit and death line instantly rushed towards Fang Yang, just like two crocodiles, opening their blood basins.

"Damn! It's so serious!" Fang Yang was startled unexpectedly, and took a step back. But then he stretched out his hand and stroked the void, the aura in his dantian suddenly turned into two big nets, directly detaining the evil mouths of the two crocodiles.

At this time, looking at Shen Tong's fortune line, it can only be described by a miserable child. The lifeline was completely covered by the death line, with only a sporadic red light.

The situation is not optimistic. The two crocodiles are too powerful. They almost swallowed all the vitality of Shen Tong. According to the current trend, Shen Tong will definitely die within a week.

Fang Yang's face is ugly, this is a bit difficult! He closed the golden eyes and looked at Shen Furong with an inquiring look on his face.

"Fang Yang, how about it, can my sister still be saved? Pooh, Tongtong must be fine!" Shen Xin grabbed Fang Yang's arm with a look of excitement.

Fang Yang took Shen Xin's hand down and comforted him: "Don't worry, let me think about it."

"Master, master, let's go to the hospital." The relationship between the subordinates and Shen Tong is very good, and many of them have tears on their faces and feel uncomfortable.

Shen Furong waved his hand and let the people leave. Only their father and son and Fang Yang were left in the room.

"Dad, it will be too late if you don't go to the hospital." Shen Xin is still worried. The most important thing is that he doesn't know what medicine his father's gourd sells.

Fang Yang knows that Feng Shui is true, but he can't cure illnesses. He said in his heart, at this juncture, should we reject science and believe in superstition?

"This matter really can't be solved by going to the hospital. Mr. Shen, Shen Tong is cursed, right? Did you offend someone when you were young?" Fang Yang spread his hands and waited for Shen Furong.

Feng Shui Xiangshu is similar to a doctor, and you have to look at it carefully. To put it bluntly, you have to know some basic information so that you can get the situation faster and more accurately.

Shen Furong smiled bitterly: "Yes, I offended a feng shui master like you. Son, go to my study and get the piece of gray cloth on the base of the table."

Fifteen years ago, Shen Furong helped a beggar and got a piece of gray cloth painted with a dragon-shaped pattern. The beggar told him to leave this cloth at home and he would regain his glory and wealth. But if someone comes to find it, it must be handed over to that person. Otherwise, you will be cursed, and someone in your family will live to be less than 20 years old.

"That person came, and you didn't pay him back?" Fang Yang smiled bitterly, saying that he was greedy again, and he could not die.

Shen Furong sighed and continued: "The man is here, dressed in sackcloth. I was so obsessed with my heart that I drove him away. He turned around at my door for three days, and then left a piece of yellow paper. Later I learned that the man was three. The master of the line, Mai Yi line, cursed Shen Tong for three days. By the time I knew it, everything was too late."

When Fang Yang met Shen Xin, he didn't expect that there would be such a story.

"I thought Tong Tong would die, but the old beggar came back ten years ago. He said he was a Taoist priest from Qingcheng Mountain and he took 30% of my property and gave me a divination." At this point, Shen Furong looked towards Fang Yang.

Fang Yang was stunned for a moment, in disbelief: "That old way doesn't count me out."