"Mr. Wen, please allow me to say the last words." Ye Zhenghong had already kept his attitude very low. In fact, if the third generation of the Ye family had not personally warned him before coming, he would have exploded long ago.
As the saying goes, don't hit the smiling person, but for Wen Zhong, this is not a problem at all.
Huang Keshang had a helpless expression at the moment. He had been sitting in the office fine before, but unexpectedly, he was forcibly dragged out by the leader named Ye Zhenghong.
One of them impressed him very deeply, because he felt a very similar aura to Wen Zhong in the other person.
That was a dangerous ghost master. If it weren't for his existence, Huang Keshang wouldn't have been able to capture him so easily.
There is nothing wrong with the safe house being able to isolate ghosts, but that is only limited to unconscious ghosts. For living people, they can easily invade by just turning the doorknob.
Huang Keshang's expression kept changing at this moment, and Ye Zhenghong was also uneasy. He was the only safe house in Da'an. If the other party really refused, he would have no way to explain to the superiors.
"Mr. Wen Zhong, I just want a safe house to place a child. I guarantee that no one else will appear in front of you again before this supernatural incident is over."
Ye Zhenghong whispered again: "Mr. Wen Zhong, in the future you will know the weight of the three generations of the Ye family, and what exactly these four words represent in the supernatural circle."
"So I have to kneel on the ground and beg for mercy from you?" Wen Zhong sneered: "Are you done with what you have to say? Get out of here as soon as you are done. It would be a waste of my bullets to kill you."
"I definitely don't mean this. Please don't get me wrong, Mr. Wen Zhong. I'm just explaining Ye's strength. As long as you ask, Ye will definitely meet your reasonable needs." Ye Zhenghong emphasized the two reasonable needs this time. Character.
"Oh, you can't even bring out ten ghost candles. I doubt your sincerity." Wen Zhong waved his hand and said.
He didn't mean to make things difficult for Ye Zhenghong, or to be stingy about the quota in this safe house. This safe house was his last bottom line and escape route, and he didn't want uncontrollable things to happen in it.
"I don't think the Ghost Controller headquarters can produce so many ghost candles." Ye Zhenghong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "In this case, I see that Mr. Wen Zhong, your safe house has not been completely built yet, so We will be responsible for the subsequent construction work, what do you think?"
"Whether the headquarters can take it out is the headquarters' business, and whether you can't take it out is your business. Open your mouth as much as you want. I don't believe there is anything more important than a person's life. Seeing off guests."
After saying that, Wen Zhong stretched and stopped talking to Ye Zhenghong, preparing to enter the safe house and have a good night's rest.
"Hmph, the person in charge of Wen~, are you a little too arrogant?" At this time, a young man with a strong build and a pair of sunglasses walked up to Wen Zhong and said with an arrogant look: "You don't want to give me face. You have to break my face to be happy, right?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned, and Fang Diyuan even put on the expression of a crowd watching a good show.
broken!
Ye Zhenghong raised his eyebrows and was about to say something. The next moment, a pale and stiff ghost hand appeared from behind the man in sunglasses and strangled his neck. The man in sunglasses wanted to resist, but he found that he was controlling the ghost. Contact was lost.
"You bastard, let me go!" The man in sunglasses struggled hard, but the ghost's hands held his neck tightly like iron pliers, and no matter how hard he struggled, it was in vain.
Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of broken neck bones, and the ghost hand kept twisting along his neck, one circle, two circles... Soon a wriggling hemp rope appeared in Wen Zhong's hand.
This scene completely dumbfounded Ye Zhenghong. He never thought that Li Wulu could not defeat Wen Zhong. You must know that he was a ghost controller carefully selected by the Ye family.
"I haven't seen you before when Professor Ochiai convened all the ghost masters in Da'an to participate in the mobilization meeting. Now you come out and scream at me. You really deserve to die." Wen Zhong's eyes flashed with murderous intent, not only for Li Wulu, but also for Li Wulu. Targeting everyone in the Ye family.
If you dare to trouble him at this time, I really don’t know what kind of family this so-called Ye family is.
At this moment, Ye Zhenghong's face was extremely ugly. It was not unknown to him that the Ghost Controllers were all lunatics. It was not unknown to him that Ye's influence did not extend to Da'an. It was not unknown to him how powerful the Ghost Controller headquarters was now, but he Still messed up.
He knew that things could no longer be good today.
Although Wen Zhong has not taken action yet, it is not because he is afraid of the third generation of the Ye family, nor is it because of his conscience. He is simply waiting for Ye Zhenghong, which can also be understood as his last chance.
This was his understanding and the result of empathy. Ye Zhenghong knew that this was really his last chance.
He didn't want to die yet, and now he had to use the three "entries" given to him by the third generation of the Ye family. The paper recording the "entries" was stuffed into his pocket, and he could tear the paper with just two fingers. , at which point the terrifying supernatural beings will wreak havoc.
"Whatever means you have, just use them." Wen Zhong narrowed his eyes: "Don't say that I bullied you, and don't say that I didn't give you a chance. You have to fight for all these things by yourself."
"Mr. Wen Zhong, I really don't want to come to this point. Is there really no room for negotiation?" Ye Zhenghong gritted his teeth. He wished that he was also a ghost controller at this time.
"What are you talking about? Of course we can discuss it. After all, I'm not a devil."
To Ye Zhenghong's surprise again, Wen Zhong unexpectedly relented. Although he didn't know why, since the other party gave him a step, he had to follow.
Wen Zhong pointed to his trouser pocket and said: "With ten tons of gold plus the contents of your trouser pocket, how about I give you the location of a safe house? Of course, only one person can enter the safe house."
Ye Zhenghong lowered his head and thought for a moment and said: "Okay, gold may take a while. If Mr. Wen Zhong agrees to exchange it for an equal amount of currency, then arrangements can be made immediately."
"Why do I need currency? Gold is the best hard currency." Wen Zhong said: "I won't embarrass you. Just prepare the gold at once after this supernatural incident is over."
"Okay, take what's in your pants pocket. My patience is limited. I hope you can take it out before it is consumed." Wen Zhong said.
