Zheng Qian returned to Seoul this time without notifying anyone, and even Lin Yunxi and Huang Ning didn't know that Zheng Qian had returned.

A person, a bag, wearing sunglasses, blended in the crowd and walked towards the door.

As soon as he walked to the exit of the station, several figures quickly surrounded him, "Boy, our boss is invited!"

"Who is your boss?" Zheng Qian was not surprised or frightened at all, as if he had known it for a long time.

The person who spoke was a little surprised, and several people sandwiched Zheng Qian in the middle, "Why do you ask so much, you will know when you go!"

Zheng Qian pouted, "Do you have a car?"

"What?" the man was a little confused, before he said this to the person, the man's first reaction was to tremble with fright, and then he knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, but now this kid still asks so much.

Zheng Qian continued: "I don't want to walk!"

"Don't talk nonsense!" The man said impatiently, and directly took Zheng Qian away.

Zheng Qian also cooperated and walked along.

If he did it on purpose, when he was in Nanhai City, the brocade on the belly of the fat catfish gave him a wake-up call, making him feel that there seemed to be a pair of eyes behind him, not to mention other places, there must be someone in Nanhai City staring at him, if he didn't show up for a few days, others would definitely guess that he had quietly left Nanhai City.

As for the entrance of the Lin Group, someone must have already arranged eyeliner, and as soon as he goes back, he will return to the sight of others, so Zheng Qian wants to disappear for a while.

Only by retreating from the bright place to the dark place can we better observe the situation outside and make more accurate judgments.

The car shook all the way, but Zheng Qian leaned on the back seat and slept comfortably, and he was also a little tired after tossing and turning on the train for so long.

"Arrived?"

Feeling that the car had stopped, Zheng Qian opened his eyes as if he had just woken up from a dream.

The man who brought Zheng Qian looked at Zheng Qian as if he were looking at a monster, "Has this kid been scared stupid?

However, after thinking about it, he secretly said in his heart: "Hmph, pretend, continue to pretend, you messed up our boss's affairs, you will feel good for a while, see if you can be so calm for a while!"

This is an urban village, and soon Zheng Qian was taken to a low bungalow, the furnishings around it were very simple, but the decoration outside the house attracted Zheng Gan's attention.

On the walls of the house hung strips of yellow cloth, the lines on which were twisted and twisted, and they looked very strange.

Zheng Qian had once obtained the formation patterns from Jiang Ziya, although he was not proficient, but he also knew a little about the fur, looking at the lines on the yellow cloth strips in those chapters, he actually had a bit of the essence of the magic array.

You must know, this is the world, what kind of person is Jiang Ziya? His formation lines are all people in this mortal world who can understand a few points, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, if he said it, Zheng Qian wouldn't have believed it.

In this way, he became more curious about the owner of the room.

Pushing open the courtyard door of the bungalow, Zheng Qian pointed to the yellow cloth strip pasted on the door, and said to the man next to him: "Hey, brother, your boss is quite superstitious, and he spends these strips of cloth on the door to ward off evil spirits?"

The man glanced at Zheng Qian coldly, "Why do you ask so much?"

Zheng Qian smiled, "I'm a person, I'm very curious about everything, I'm sure I'll be able to avoid the pain of flesh and skin for a while, if I can't figure out these things before I suffer, I'll be even more uncomfortable......"

The man glanced at Zheng Qian, and said lightly: "This is not painted by our boss, it was painted by a woman he invited, as for the effect, a few days ago, a strange thing happened to us here......

Zheng Qian was listening intently, but the door of the bungalow in front of him was pushed open, and a tall man in a black suit came out, and said in a deep voice: "What are you talking about?

The man was stunned, and quickly bowed his head and said yes.

At this moment, Zheng Qian's eyes rolled, "A woman painted it, and it can have a few essences of Jiang Ziya's formation, this is not simple, there are strange things? Why didn't I hear about it when I came?"

Just as he was puzzled, Zheng Qian was pushed into the room.

The light inside was a little dim, but in the hall facing the door, there was also an offering table, on which incense, candles, paper fire, and three animal sacrifices were readily available.

In front of the altar knelt a fat man with a string of shiny Buddhist beads hanging from his wrist.

Zheng Qian didn't speak, he was looking at the room, he didn't know if he didn't look at it at first, but when he looked closely, he himself was secretly shocked in his heart, if Zeng Yao was here, he would be even more shocked.

Because Zheng Qian found that this seemingly ordinary room actually hid a bureau.

Recalling the two yellow strips of cloth he saw before, Zheng Qian seemed to understand something, but he wasn't sure.

After a long time, the man kneeling in front of the offering platform got up, turned around and looked at Zheng Qian, there was no joy or sorrow on his fat face, and the inside of his two eyes was the same as the eyes of a dead fish, without the slightest fluctuation in his expression, "It's you, who cut off my wealth on the train?"

Zheng Qian's brows furrowed, but he still nodded: "That's right, it's me!"

"Interesting!" the corners of the fat man's mouth twitched slightly upward, and then said, "Aren't you afraid of death?"

"I'm afraid!" Zheng Qian said neatly: "I'm so scared, but so what? Everyone will die!"

"But there is a difference between early death and late death!" the fat man raised his eyelids and glanced at Zheng Qian again, his voice as if it was squeezed out of his teeth.

Zheng Qian smiled, "For me, it's no difference!"

"Oh?" the man turned around and sat on the Taishi chair beside him, playing with the Buddha beads in his hand, "Say, how do you want to compensate!"

"No!" Zheng Qian said crisply.

The man was expressionless, just staring at Zheng Qian, and after three seconds, he said, "Then I hope you can carry it!"

When the words fell, he slapped his palm, and two men in black immediately came in at the door, looking at the fat man with a respectful face.

"Drag it off, old rules!" the fat man said in a cold voice.

The two men in black walked up and were about to make a move, but when their hands just touched Zheng Qian, they slipped weirdly.

The two of them were stunned for a moment, and they were just about to grab it, but Zheng Gan's body shook, and the two of them took a few steps back uncontrollably, and it was only at this time that the face of the fat man in front of them changed slightly.

"I don't have compensation, but I can save you!" Zheng Qian said lightly.

The fat man's eyes narrowed slightly, but he was quickly relieved, waved his hand, and asked the two men to step back, he knew that his two were not the opponents of the kid in front of him at all.

"Save me, how to save me?" the fat man asked lightly with a calm face, but the movement of the Buddha beads in his hand slowed down a lot.

Zheng Qian is now more and more sure of the conjecture in his heart, he stepped forward, pointed to the black sign on the altar in front of him, and shouted in a deep voice: "Save you - put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot!"

This sentence, like Huang Zhong Da Lu, was loud, although it was not big, but it fell into the ears of the fat man, but it was like thunder.

He froze while playing with the Buddha beads in his hand, and suddenly, the bead string broke, and thirteen shiny Buddha beads rolled down at once, beating happily on the floor......