"Huh?"

"It's ...... Urgent help?" Han Dong frowned and looked at the martial arts world liaison, and four blood-red handwriting flashed on the screen at high frequency - urgent help!

This is one of the basic functions of a liaison.

Only martial arts practitioners above the martial arts realm are eligible to trigger.

Staying in the past, Han Dong must have panicked in his heart.

Now.

He just squinted his eyes, methodically turned his thoughts, and secretly considered.

"There was an urgent call for help in Fengyang Square. ”

"It was Ma Xu, a martial arts student at Jiangnan University of Finance and Economics, who fell into the unfinished underground parking lot of Fengyang Square, with a total of three ghosts that had begun to take shape. ”

If a warrior asks for help, it must be a life and death crisis.

Rao is force has completely reached the level of a general, and Han Dong will never be reckless. The consequences of negligence are serious.

Prudence is the key to a brilliant future.

Only by abandoning mistakes can we move forward steadily.

In any case, you should consider carefully before making a decision...... Thinking of this, Han Dong frowned and looked around, worry flashing in his eyes.

This is the edge of the city, the suburbs.

The location of the emergency call is about two kilometers to the west, and it is more marginal.

"But. ”

"Two kilometers away, there is a danger that can kill the warrior. In case the wave arrives here, I'm afraid that none of the students present will survive. ”

Especially Zhang Hao here.

If someone else dies unexpectedly, you feel guilty at best. But if Zhang Hao had an accident...... Han Dong's heart trembled, and he only felt that there seemed to be a deep and deep horror brewing in his heart.

If there are demons and monsters, this place is too dangerous.

If I don't stay here, there will be an accident, and I am afraid that I will regret it for life. As for Lin Zekai, who was standing next to him, the first-grade grade could only barely protect himself.

"Hmm. ”

"Go, or no. ”

Han Dong muttered, hesitating slightly.

It's not that he's indifferent and ruthless, he just thinks that Zhang Hao is far more important than strangers, so he naturally has to weigh it.

Whew.

The mountains and forests are noisy, and the autumn breeze is blowing.

The Martial Arts World Liaison began its second vibration, and another mid-rank Martial Artist Realm issued an emergency call for help, and the position for help was the same as before.

Two median martial artist realms, asking for help at the same time!

"Zhang Hao. ”

Han Dong looked at Zhang Hao, who was sitting on the blanket with his hands holding his well-proportioned legs.

The girl noticed his hesitant gaze, turned her blushing face sideways, pulled her shawl twice, and her eyes were dazed, a little confused.

Somehow.

She and Han Dong were separated by more than 20 meters, looking at each other, feeling panicked, and all the questions she wanted to ask just now dissipated, like a frightened little white rabbit.

Green woods, gray blankets, pretty and hazy.

The three of them seemed to form a beautiful picture, so that Han Dong did not hesitate anymore and directly picked up the martial arts world contact.

Death is inevitable.

I only hope that the people I care about can have a lifetime of good health.

As for the rest, if you can save it, you can save it, and if you can't save it, you don't need to feel guilty.

He is not an all-knowing and all-powerful saint in the legend, it is difficult to sense the injustices of the world, it is difficult to save all the disasters in the world, he just needs to have a clear conscience-

Smack.

Han Dong was stunned for a moment, and suddenly stopped his pace.

Induction?

The limit of inspiration, I haven't tried it myself.

Ponder for a moment.

Han Dong took a deep breath.

The internal force of the liquid suddenly tightens and solidifies in the body...... The muscles, bones, blood, muscles, mental thinking, and volitional thoughts all over the body have all been raised to an unbelievable limit, as if the ghost mirror lake that has been hidden for many years has suddenly set off a surging wave.

Inspiration is pervasive! The eyes seem to shine brightly!

Burst out with all your might!

In a split second.

Han Dong clearly sensed the three ghosts on the west side, which were about the ghosts with perfect intelligence, like the realm of high-ranking martial artists...... As for the other directions, there are no demons or monsters.

The limit of the perceptual range is about three kilometers.

Of course.

Such a terrifying range can only sense the obvious aura of demons and monsters.

"Hmm. ”

Han Dong closed his eyes and slowly exhaled: "Okay, let's go and have a look." ”

Think about it.

He walked to Zhang Hao's side, explained with a smile, and then told Lin Zekai a few words, and then strode towards the west side.

——

The west side of Yueting Villa.

There is a high-end retirement club dedicated to serving individuals, which can be called the ultimate in luxury, like a magnificent palace modeled after ancient architecture.

Pure white marble pillars, about twenty of them, surround the perimeter.

The surrounding walls are about four or five meters high, covered with morning glories, and have an antique look.

But.

On the roof of the retirement club, there were five or six people with panicked faces.

The roof is round and atmospheric, only ten meters high.

The green trees nearby blocked their view and prevented them from trying to cry out for help.

"What should I do?"

"What should we do?"

A pale young man, dressed in a gray suit, wears a mechanical watch of great value on his right wrist, and his gaze reveals a deep horror.

Ghosts!

In this world, there are ghosts!

His legs were trembling, trembling, and he barely supported his old father in a wheelchair, and his voice had a hint of crying: "Father, there are really ghosts." ”

Although it is a declarative sentence, the tail note is trembling.

Even if he usually has money, he feels an irrepressible tremor at this time.

Ahem.

The black-haired old man in a wheelchair, about sixty years old, glanced at his second son Chu Wencai in disappointment and sighed.

"Usually let you practice martial arts well. ”

"You don't want to practice martial arts, you go out to play day and night. If your eldest brother were here, it would be easy to solve this little problem. ”

The black-haired old man's name is Chu Changfu.

He is a first-class wealthy man in Jiangnan City, famous far and wide, with a net worth of tens of billions and billions of funds that can be moved.

Even this palace-like nursing home was built by Chu Changfu for himself. He started a business and became rich in middle age and had two sons together. The eldest son is a martial arts student from Yunhai Academy, and the second son is a pale young man and Chu Wencai standing beside him.

Pity.

The gap between the two sons is too big.

Chu Wencai was stunned, and hurriedly said in a trembling voice: "Big brother, my brother, can he deal with ghosts?"

"Of course. ”

Chu Changfu sat in a wheelchair and snorted: "Otherwise, why do you think I emphasized letting you practice martial arts in every possible way, but you just didn't listen." ”

Martial??

Can you kill ghosts by practicing martial arts??

Chu Wencai, whose face was pale, was stunned in place, motionless, his heart was filled with fear, horror and remorse, and his heart was shaking, and he didn't know what to say.

Alas.

Chu Changfu coughed twice, his face was ugly.

Standing next to her was a middle-aged woman with her hair coiled and light makeup, who was Han Dong's mother Chen Shu's old classmate, Lin Qingmei. She came here today, for the turnover of a sum of funds, but she didn't expect to fall into a life-and-death crisis.

Then.

She asked with concern, "Old Chu, are you okay?"

"It's okay, I'm fine. ”

Chu Changfu's voice was loud, but with a hint of weakness.

"Old Chu, can that money be accommodating for a few days. Lin Qingmei hesitated for a moment, glanced at the two martial artists on both sides, and asked in a low voice.

Hum!

Chu Changfu snorted coldly, glanced at Lin Qingmei, and said lightly: "When is this still thinking about your little interests? ”

"You're honest. ”

"Later, when the ghosts are dead, you will leave quickly, no matter how much you say, it will be useless, don't spoil my good mood. ”

Anyway.

He waved his hand, not bothering to pay attention to Lin Qingmei.

Side.

Lin Qingmei wanted to speak but stopped, her face was difficult.

This is her life and death situation, if she can't turn over this money, she will be scattered at least her family wealth, or she will be imprisoned. At that time, I will bear countless huge debts, and I am afraid that I will not be able to pay off them in my lifetime.

There were financial problems.

Later, there were ghosts chasing and killing.

Lin Qingmei took a breath lightly, her face seemed a little haggard, and she stayed where she was, not knowing what else to do.

She is different from Chu Changfu.

She only controls tens of billions of funds, which is equivalent to a fund manager, but Chu Changfu really has a net worth of tens of billions.

......

Front and back sides.

There were two middle-aged men with capable short sleeves, both of whom were in the middle martial artist realm, staring at the surroundings with nervous faces.

"Oops. ”

"We're standing on the rooftop, the sun is shining, and we're not afraid of ghosts. But that white cloud is about to drift into the sky, and the sun will be dim!" the man standing in front of him changed his face slightly.

What they have to face is not ordinary ghosts.

Those three ghosts are about to reach the rank of general, and with only the two of them as a mid-level martial artist, if they don't rely on the sun, I'm afraid that they will be killed on the spot if they don't rely on the sun.

"What should I do?" the other warrior was also a little panicked.

Escape?

If you jump off the rooftop, you should be able to escape from this place.

But Chu Changfu and Chu Wencai, who stayed here, would definitely die. The two of them were not worried about the impact of the death of the rich man, but were afraid of the eldest son of Chu Changfu.

If he gets angry, both of them will suffer.

As for Lin Qingmei?

Chu Changfu didn't bother to deal with them, let alone them.

In the normal martial arts realm, his net worth is not as good as Lin Qingmei, and he can't be compared with Chu Changfu. It can be said that the height of status, the martial arts realm is naturally higher than any rich man.

In other words.

Billionaires are far better than billionaires, and even the latter should be respectful to the former. And in front of the warrior, there is no difference between the two.

It is not worth fearing, and it is not qualified to command warriors.

Unless there is a martial arts sect as a backer, or there is a martial arts offspring, the amount of money cannot affect the attitude of the martial artist.

Fortunately.

Chu Changfu's eldest son is a martial arts student!

Whew

The man standing in the front row looked at the floating white clouds in the sky and gritted his teeth: "There are about five minutes left, that is, when the sun is dim, as long as we can hold on for ten minutes, those ghosts should retreat." ”

"Can you hold it?" asked the other warrior.

At this time of life and death.

Chu Changfu was anxious, coughed violently three times, and his voice was loud: "Two martial artists, I can't get through to my son's phone, but I have already sent a text message." ”

"You two, don't leave. ”

"If I survive this crisis safely, my Chu Changfu will have a good reward! And my son will also remember the favor of the two. ”

The voice is sincere, echoing on the rooftop.

It seems to be a threat, but it also seems to be a sincere request.

Thinking of the fame of Chu Changfu's eldest son, the two glanced at each other, both hesitated for a moment, and then said solemnly: "Old Chu, let's do our best!"

Normally.

They don't need to care about Chu Changfu's thoughts, but Chu Changfu has a good son. So the two of them stood in front and back of Chu Changfu's wheelchair.

"That's fine. ”

Chu Changfu was also nervous, and he was relieved when he heard the reply.

The second son next to him, Chu Wencai, was pale, and sorted out his luxurious formal clothes twice: "Can we really survive?"

"Nonsense. Chu Changfu snorted.

Father was angry. Chu Wencai forced a smile.

Side.

Lin Qingmei watched this scene quietly, feeling sad and inexplicable, she wanted to call her daughter, but she was afraid of disturbing her daughter's mood.

Whether you call or not, the outcome is the same.

She wasn't worried about her son, she was just worried about her daughter Jiang Ling.

Because her husband Jiang Mozhang belongs to the patriarchal type, if she dies, I am afraid that her daughter's life will not be satisfactory.

"Alas. ”

Lin Qingmei sighed softly.

In just three or five minutes, her thoughts were spinning fast, chaotic and noisy, sometimes recalling what happened to her daughter Jiang Ling when she was a child, and sometimes recalling her friendship with Chen Shu at the same table.

Whew.

The bleak autumn breeze carries a chill that makes the heart shiver.

On the rooftop, all five people were silent, looking at the white clouds, gradually obscuring the autumn sunshine.

......

Crunch.

Chu Changfu's slightly chubby palm clenched the armrest of the wheelchair made of crocodile skin, and the old face surfaced with irrepressible tension.

Goo-dong.

The second son, Chu Wencai, swallowed his saliva.

His legs were trembling, and if he hadn't leaned on his father Chu Changfu's wheelchair, he would have collapsed on the spot.

Whew, whew.

The eyes of the other two warriors were also fixed on the surroundings of the rooftop.

At this very moment.

Syllable!

A crisp sound echoed across the rooftop.

Han Dong climbed on the edge of the rooftop with his left palm and climbed up with a smile.

Fortunately, there were obvious concave and convex points on the walls of the building, otherwise he would have exposed his extremely strong high jump ability in broad daylight, and he would be prone to trouble.

"Huh?"

Han Dong's eyes were indifferent, slightly surprised: "Aunt Lin?"