This matter has caused a storm all over the world. The police in the human world are investigating and the boss in the underworld is losing his temper. It is impossible for the richest man not to know. He didn't say much at the family meeting, but his heirs thought about it. There are few options, and three days... to be honest, it's a bit tight.
There is definitely no way to explain to them, because what they did cannot be explained to them. If they really want to explain, they will have to pay with their lives. In the past few years, they have cut off the reincarnation of at least five thousand dead souls, and then blessed these people with good luck. On myself.
This is no longer described as a heinous crime. If this matter is investigated in detail, this family should be wiped out from top to bottom.
"Not only did they take other people's lives, but they also took away other people's luck. Their good days are over." After hanging up the phone, Mouse said to Shen Yun: "The boss called me and asked me to find a way to stir things up again. The old guy can’t even turn over.”
"Oh...such a big hatred?" Chen Yun said with a smile: "But it's okay, who in the world doesn't hate this old vampire dog. But what on earth did he do to cause such a big resentment?"
"When he was in Fujian, he pushed down a lot of old streets and destroyed a lot of places. To be able to do what he did as a human being was already outrageous to both humans and gods. But it was just because he might have experts around him, and thousands of people were lucky. If you add yourself, the monsters really can't do anything to him." The mouse lit up his cigarette and talked about the past: "But this time, he is doomed."
"Oh? What do you say?"
"You will know when the time comes, and the secret must not be leaked."
The richest man's fortune was unprecedented. Now everyone knew what devious tricks he had used, and the public resentment that had accumulated for many years suddenly exploded. Early in the morning, as soon as the market opened, all the stocks in the stock market that he participated in fell to the limit, and his real estate also saw a wave of withdrawals. The ninth serious case also started to investigate the corpse case in the richest man's home. The Hong Kong government even In direct compliance with the request from above, they began to ban their family members from entering and exiting Hong Kong.
Although the old dog is in a foreign country, it doesn't matter. Emperor Fengdu's shovel directly hit his aorta. His luck that has lasted for many years has finally reached a turning point, and it is a cliff-like fall. If he is not killed this time, it will be considered Fengdu. Dadi is the one.
But who will sit still and wait for death? The richest man’s family has been actively planning to protect this crisis since last night. There are also experts around them. This expert believes that although this time is full of crises, it is not without them. Transfer, but be quick.
So starting early the next morning, their family's tentacles began to move. First, they searched for various people with supernatural powers and various masters from all over the world. Regardless of whether they were useful or not, they were dealt with, and even directly They boarded charter flights one after another and brought all kinds of gods to Liverpool. Anyway, they closed their eyes and piled up buffs. It didn't matter if they scattered all their wealth, as long as they could survive this time.
They didn't know how they found the channel, but in the end, even Qing Lingzi received the invitation.
"Are you going? It's a big price." Sai Dongfeng leaned over and asked Qing Lingzi: "This vote is enough for us to make a comeback, and we can also connect with the consortium. Our chance to come back is right in front of us."
Qing Lingzi sat cross-legged on the balcony and opened one eye slightly when she heard his words: "I'll give you another chance to think."
"Why do I have to think again?" Sai Dongfeng laughed: "Can't you just explain it to me clearly?"
"I don't want this opportunity. Whoever wants it wants it. Although I don't know who that woman is, I recognize the shovel she broke open on the ground. It was the butcher's staff of Emperor Fengdu. The black yaksha who demolished the house was holding a calf. Lord of the Mountain, Central Ghost Emperor Zhou Qi. Do you still want to make this money?"
"Hold the grass..."
Sai Dongfeng trembled: "Are you not mistaken?"
Qing Lingzi raised his eyelids slightly: "One of the five masters of heaven, earth, humans, ghosts and demons. Do you really think this is something we can contend with?"
"I'm afraid, I'm afraid..." Sai Dongfeng waved his hands repeatedly: "Isn't there a good show this time?"
"It's more than just a good show." Qing Lingzi raised his head and looked at the sky: "I'm afraid it will be a catastrophe. Our opportunity will not really begin until after this catastrophe."
Of course, Qing Lingzi would not participate in this almost death-related matter, but others did not care about this. The Liverpool airport started to be crowded with people early in the morning, and people in all kinds of clothes gathered together to have a good time. There are good neighbor Shinto witches, shamans wearing high hats, and even South American witch doctors, and the highlight is the dragon kings invited from Southeast Asia.
They were picked up in batches, and there were almost two thousand people coming and going, and the number was still increasing. After all, money can make all the difference. These people came here just to protect one person. That’s all, with so many people together, we can’t lose, right? Could it be that there could be Jesus himself on the other side?
But what’s interesting is that this time the priests who like little boys are collectively mute. No matter how much money they spend, they can’t hire them. It’s as if someone has given them a death order. They are not allowed to appear in that place, even if they are locals. All the priests evacuated, as if they were afraid of being affected.
"The frontline war correspondents have sent you first-hand information." Brontosaurus stood on the streets of Liverpool and videotaped to Brother Zhang: "Since this morning, there have been many strange people on the streets here. Look at the people behind you. There is no group, this is a group of Smecta girls, they came with their saints, some of them are pretty good-looking, I will go and strike up a conversation later."
At this time, several monks suddenly passed by Thunder Dragon. He quickly chased after them and started interviewing them in a decent manner: "Masters, how much money have you collected for incense this time?"
The monks clasped their hands together, and one of them murmured: "The old monk came here not for money, but because he couldn't bear to see the demon come into the world."
"You've finished pretending to be such a bastard." Lei Long cursed angrily and then continued to say to Brother Zhang: "Anyway, what I see now, it seems that if calculated on a per-capita basis, one person can spread up to two million. In terms of U.S. dollars, the most expensive ones are those Gouba Dragon Kings in Southeast Asia, and they deserve to be called Dragon Kings."
Brother Zhang laughed: "Approximately how many people are there?"
"There must be more than two thousand people. It is really good to have money. Two million for one person, ten people are twenty million, one hundred is two hundred million, one thousand is two billion, two thousand is just Four billion dollars is still US dollars. This is higher than the annual tax revenue of many countries. It’s really a big fucking injustice.”
Thunder Dragon certainly knows why these two thousand people are here, so it’s really not a bad idea to cry out for grievances. Just because they want to fight against Emperor Fengdu? Just dream, that is the entire ghost world, the core area of the lower three realms.
That man really doesn’t know what it means to be lofty and he thinks that he is very powerful after having been around for decades. This time the emperor should let them know what cruelty means.
At this moment, Gui Wanghua walked in from outside, holding a pass in her hand: "I got the approval for the operation."
After she finished speaking, she looked over her head and glanced at Brother Zhang's phone. It was the face of a brontosaurus. She curled her lips and said, "Big scumbag."
"Hey, you've made it, I didn't slander you. Come on, come on, take a look at the grand scene here."
Miss Ghost King looked around at Brother Zhang's phone and sneered: "It's just a mob."
"Okay, okay, I know you're good." Thunder Dragon said impatiently: "I'm going to continue working. I'm looking forward to your performance in the next two days."
After hanging up the phone, Miss Ghost King sat in front of little Brother Zhang and said: "Brother Zhang..."
"Huh? What's wrong?"
"Little Snake..." Miss Ghost King raised her head and glanced at Brother Zhang timidly: "I know you restarted the Spirit Snake, so wouldn't the Little Snake... be forgotten by others?"
Miss Ghost King was also one of the participants in what happened back then, but she was not the Ghost King at that time, and she was still young, so there was nothing she could do to stop it. She just thought that her position as a good sister would soon be replaced. I feel a little bit uncomfortable in my heart.
Brother Zhang shook his head: "Go and do your business."
"I know... I'll leave first." Ghost King Huahua jumped off the stool: "Just wait and see the news."
Not long after she left, Mouzi called. He said to Brother Zhang on the phone: "Brother Zhang, I would like to apply for support."
"What's wrong?"
Mouse told him the matter at hand. Anyway, simply speaking, there were not enough manpower, and he wanted to think of a solution.
"You can ask Zhang Yao, she should be willing to help you."
"I just found her...but she asked for a very high price."
After working for a long time, I just wanted money. Brother Zhang smiled and said, "How much do you want?"
"She offered an all-inclusive offer of 15 million, and assistance of 8 million. I need to break all the Feng Shui bureaus that guy has in Hong Kong, so it's not cost-effective to give her the entire package. 8 million for assistance is a bit high, but I’m really too busy here, where’s the pony? It’s almost enough to call the pony and the few of us.”
"Okay, let me adjust it for you."
Originally, as the boss of the Twelve Spirits, Mouse could mobilize Xiao Ma, but now Xiao Ma was performing the Spirit Snake mission outside. That was the Holy Lord's order, which was higher than Mo Mo's order, so he had to let Xiao Ma Brother Zhang coordinated.
After getting through to Xiaoma, he said that he would return to Chang'an Lane immediately, and then he came back at around 11 p.m.
"I'll go there early tomorrow morning." Xiao Ma, who was covered in travel, said, "I didn't expect this matter to become such a big deal. It's interesting."
"By the way." Brother Zhang took out a small bottle of Spirit Sword Stone from under the counter: "Can you sell this?"
Xiao Ma took the bottle and looked around carefully: "Hey, Spirit Sword Stones of this quality are rare, but now the major sects have not started large-scale activities, and the price cannot be raised, but with this quality, One thousand and five grams per gram is still easy to sell. One here can be sold for about ten grams. When the time comes, we will sell it for a personal price of one thousand two hundred and three. They are like robbing them." Xiao Ma said with a smile: "These people There are a lot of good things that have been saved over hundreds of thousands of years, and some sects have saved several tons of gold."
"The cost is five thousand, any more is yours." Brother Zhang smiled at Xiao Ma and said, "Go and sell it when you have time."
"Hold the grass and give you money?" Xiao Ma looked at Brother Zhang in shock: "Boss, where did you find this guy?"
"Zhang Yao."
"I understand." Xiao Ma patted the box in front of her: "Tell her to give me as much of this thing as you want, and then give her the money after she sells it."
"good."
"Then I'm going to rest first."
"Um."
Things went on in an orderly manner, and the time came to the next night.
Far away in a foreign land, those capable people and strangers have already set up their formations. Everyone has their own area where they start to cast spells and set up formations. There are the dancing witches, the shamans who dance the great gods, and more. Dozens of monks were meditating and chanting sutras, and a Taoist priest who had drawn a screen full of charms was lying on his side, drunk.
Everything looked so comfortable, each of them felt full of confidence, and the center of this huge formation was the mansion of the richest man. He stood at the window and looked at the lively scene outside, with a little more smile on his old face. Vicissitudes of life.
"It will be fine." There was a man in a black robe standing next to him: "This is already the most powerful mysterious power in the world, and it can ensure that you are foolproof."
The number of people was indeed large, and they looked very professional. This made the richest man somewhat relieved. He was a man who had experienced the storm after all. He turned back and glanced at the "consultant" beside him: "I feel that I My body is obviously not as good as before, didn’t you say I can live forever?”
The black-robed consultant lowered his head and pondered for a moment before saying, "Sir, it is indeed possible if everything goes well, but now it is obvious that someone is causing trouble behind the scenes."
"When this matter is over, find that person. No matter who it is, no one can let him go."
"That's for sure, don't worry about that."
The old man coughed twice, and his face became obviously ugly. The maid next to him immediately came forward with a small jar, took out a bunch of brown-black stuff from it, rolled it into a paper roll and handed it to the richest man. In front of him, he took it and took a deep breath, but there was a vague human face in the smoke he exhaled.
However, after he finished smoking the cigarette, his complexion improved significantly. He looked back at the consultant and said, "These cigarettes are almost gone. Go get some more."
"I understand, I'll do it right away."
In this way, the time came to the third day. The seven dragon kings present and their disciples guarded the mansion, and the remaining people began to arrange according to their respective positions. Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.
In fact, there are many reporters around who have infiltrated the ranks of these spell casters through various channels. They want to get first-hand information and make a big news. But judging from the current battle...it doesn't seem to be anything particularly big.
Sure enough, having money is really good. In just a few days, you can build a large net with absolute defense. I heard from the mages around me that they have never seen such a battle in their lives... The scene is really big. .
