Now there are 13 people at the round table, except for Fenglong, who was not present, 4 have clearly expressed their support for the resolution, and among these four are the president of the parliament, Merlin, the knight Lancelot, Galahad, and the representative of Middle Eastern alchemy, Ibn Haiyan. Two of the remaining eight are also staunch supporters of the Dragon.

Six emblems were placed on the round table, and the atmosphere became a little awkward for a while. When Fenglong was absent, it was so difficult to even vote.

Merlin was a little anxious. There is no distinction of status at the round table, so no one can exert any influence on the decisions of others at the round table. The current tie is very passive for those who support a resolution. Because whether the number of votes is too small or the votes are tied, it often ends with the miscarriage of the resolution. And this decision is quite important, even if others will be skeptical, but Merlin unconditionally believes in Fenglong's information.

The young man who had opposed the resolution at first was a little overjoyed, and he said defiantly, "It's a tie, I think this proposal is still being considered, right?"

"No, there is one person who did not vote. Galahad interrupted, gesturing behind him.

The servant behind him immediately walked to the round table. It was a tall, cold woman with a look as cold as Galahad's. But instead of using a mask to hide her appearance like Galahad, she wore a ponytail and seemed to wear a light makeup. The people present couldn't help but admire a beautiful woman, but the next moment they invariably scolded Galahad for having such a beautiful servant as a "robot". The tall woman placed a laptop on the table, then silently retreated into the shadows behind Galahad. "Wait! This is a round table, you dare to use the science ......" When the man saw this computer, he immediately felt a strong sense of disobedience, this is obviously a round table, why is there such a product of science as a computer? They are noble magicians, knights with blessings, but on such an occasion, someone would actually take out a laptop in a grand manner. This is undoubtedly an insult to their honor.

In keeping with the ancient etiquette, the council chamber even retains its medieval design, and all the security systems are made up of one magic after another, and the security guards here are skilled magicians who hide wands not with guns under their robes.

However, Galahad apparently did not pay attention to his protests, and instead looked deeply at the man with his eyes under the mask. Under the gaze of the indifferent black pupils behind the mask, the man swallowed back the second half of the sentence. The man realized that he was interrupting Galahad, the same reasonless and even disrespectful human life as the Dragon. This guy doesn't care if it's a round table or not, he'll probably cut a hole in the head of a guy he doesn't like at any moment or something.

Galahad dragged a simple laptop from his bag, and after a few simple keystrokes, he turned it around and faced the others at the round table. Merlin looked at a jumping penguin on the computer screen, and the corners of his mouth twitched inexplicably.

So in the conference room of the University, 11 magical elites with power and wealth in their hands around the world listened to the waiting sound of "beep" one after another, waiting for an unreliable guy on the other end of the computer to answer the video voice.

Finally, when the voice was about to be disconnected, the window automatically enlarged, and then a guy with a blue nose and swollen face was stuffed directly into the computer screen. Merlin looked at the face that looked like it had been run over by 20 carriages, and suddenly felt like laughing.

"Hey, is it clear? Hey, the signal here is so bad, hey!" the young man with the huge face shouted undignified at the other end of the video, unlike the 11 sitting councillors, this young man was more like some kind of comedian, but this person was also a member of the Round Table Council, and more importantly, he was a special member of the title of his own name.

"That's it, Your Excellency...... Are you alright? look at your face like ......," Ibn Haiyan reminded in a loud voice.

Fenglong smiled, and an extremely penetrating smile appeared on his miserable face, "It's okay, it's just halftime, these ancient warriors' blessings are strange one by one, and they don't look like people, fortunately they didn't kill them, otherwise they would have been short of parts!Ah, I feel like I'm talking a little bit leaky, Iben, can you help me see if my teeth are falling out?" Looks like this guy has just endured a storm of beatings.

Ibn Haiyang said in his heart that you can fight with them like this, it is not far behind, these knights of ancient Britain, kings, are all the chosen ones who can expand their territory and fight head-on with fantasy species, and they only lose a few teeth when they fight, which can be regarded as a kind of strength in disguise, right?

Different from Ibn Haiyan's thoughts, the two most powerful people at the round table had only one thought in their hearts, and it was indeed this guy. Merlin and Galahad just wanted to bury their heads under the round table now. Every time this guy is involved, I always feel that the style of painting is starting to become weird. Shouldn't this be a group of knights or magicians with solemn expressions discussing big things together? Why do you feel that this is the filming site of a sitcom, and you have become Xie Er, no, even Zuo Zongtang chicken.

"Well, it seems to be...... A few are missing. Ibn Haiyan glanced at the other councillors around him with great embarrassment, and then replied. After answering, he felt that he was stared at by more than 10 eyes. I've never gotten so much attention at the round table, and as a member of the emerging council, I've dreamed of getting so much attention, but why is it such an awkward occasion?

"Ah, it's not a big problem, it's much easier to recite a few mantras for growing teeth than dental implants. Ah, by the way, what are you looking for me?" Blade muttered to himself as he closed his gaping mouth, and then he asked heartlessly.

Big brother, what did you make a special proposal, why did you look at us sitting next to the round table! Long snack, my big brother, is it good! Everyone at the round table shook their bodies, and they all suppressed the ignorant karmic fire that was surging in their hearts. However, Fenglong still didn't realize his situation, he smiled and said: "Ah, what is there to pass? Then I'm in favor! Raise your hands in favor, anyway, your business is none of my business, just approve it, then I'll hang up." As soon as the screen flashed, he disconnected the voice.

Isn't it because of your intelligence that we have worked so hard to abandon our business and family, which is worth tens of millions of dollars a minute, and come here for a meeting? What is our? And you actually approve of it!

All the members of the round table had the feeling that they had been tricked as monkeys, and they were also deducted in the face with a basin. Merlin asked faintly, "Can I get my insignia back?" and he looked around, and he noticed that Lancelot's face, which was taut like a bark, actually had a little approving gaze. It seems that for such an unreliable person, Merlin and Lancelot are surprisingly consistent in some respects.

End of story. Feng Long hung up the phone, and he immediately restrained the smile on his face, raised his leg and kicked it, and stepped on the throat of the figure who was still struggling at his feet. "I said I was on the phone, can you people make me worry a little bit? ”

He put away his phone in his own words, rubbing his hand against the stone wall beside him. This history is 400 years away, and there is a thrilling blood mark on the wall of the castle. The red one is so frightening.

Fenglong didn't feel rude, countless corpses were already lying under his feet, and the coagulated blood almost overflowed his instep. All the dead had their carotid arteries slashed with a single blow, blood gushing out like fountains, and the corridor leading to the castle's highest attic had long since been dotted with splatters of blood to form a bloody passage to hell. What He Qitian just heard in his mobile phone was actually the sound of blood gushing out of his body and splashing on the wall.

"That's not going to work...... Who let this bastard have so many men, I have to find a place to wash my hands, my hands are covered in blood, slimy and disgusting...... That one...... Who of you knows where the restroom is?" asked the dragon as he stared into the dark hallway.

A human figure gradually appeared in the darkness, and the figure was shrouded in darkness, pointing in a certain direction.

Fenglong saluted with both hands and fingers, and said with a smile: "Thank you, do any of you want to go to the toilet? Let's go together~"

The figure ignored the dragon's sense of humor and retreated silently into the darkness. Fenglong smiled helplessly, stepped over the messy corpses, and walked in the direction of the bathroom.

In the empty castle, there was only the "click" of his shoes in a pool of blood, and his long, lonely whistle.

There will always be a day when you return home, and when you have been away from home for a long time, you will always have an attachment to your hometown.

Walking into the familiar corridor and pushing open the familiar door, the home is already full of the aroma of watercress.

"Are you back?" The woman was already on the table full of dishes, all of which were He Qitian's favorite dishes. The person who understands you in this way is called Mother.

"Well, it's back. He Qitian opened his backpack and took out the souvenirs he bought in Shanghai.

Mother Lin didn't look at it, so she said, "Come back, come back, what else do you buy, are you hungry?" I made you back pot meat, eat it quickly." ”

He Qitian nodded silently, there were no sensational words, the child is back, this is the best answer to the mother.

The food was still delicious, but Mother Lin said, "By the way, why did your mobile phone turn off a few days before you went on a trip?"

He Qitian chuckled in his heart and coughed a few times.

"What's wrong, eat slowly, don't choke. Mother Lin heard his cough and patted him on the back.

"No, it's okay, my phone got into the water when I went to the beach a few days ago, so I bought a new one over there, and it's quite cheap to pay taxes. He Qitian put his new phone on the table.

"Oh, yes, no wonder your friends can't find you these days. Mother Lin patted him on the back while chattering.

These words made He Qitian stunned for a moment, friend? Does he have friends? Or today, when he is in his 20s, does he have enough people in his life to call him friends?

"What's his name?"

"It seems to be called Song Zhixu?" Lin Mu recalled, "His mental state is not very good, such a handsome young man, with such heavy dark circles under his eyes." You're going to have to advise him to get some rest. ”

This name, He Qitian remembered, this is their high school class grass, an out-and-out rich second generation, good at picking up girls and spending money. Although the life trajectory of this kind of person and He Qitian is not contrary, it is impossible to intersect with He Qitian. Why did he look for him at this time? Or did he look for him three times or twice?

"Is it your friend?" Seeing that He Qitian didn't speak, it was Lin Mu who opened the conversation again.

He Qitian shook his head: "It's just a classmate, a high school classmate, I didn't say a word." ”

"It's okay, classmates are friends, maybe he'll come back to you later. You can't look like this, I'm really afraid that you're so withdrawn, you'll be depressed, get in touch with more people, make more friends. Mother Lin's tone was encouraging.

He Qitian's chopsticks stopped, was he withdrawn? Perhaps, because he never made friends since he was a child. Why? Because for people with excellent character and learning, He Qitian is not outstanding enough, not good enough, and for those who play presumptuously, he is too boring. It was as if everything was averaged, like a stone that was sleek to the extreme, but had no characteristic. It's not that he's withdrawn, it's that no one wants to be friends with a rock.

"Well, I will. He Qitian replied.

Lin Mu nodded: "That's good, by the way, there is a vacancy on your grandfather's side, let you go to work and become an accountant, what do you think?"

He Qitian shook his head: "That...... I met a guy in Hawaii who asked me to work for his company, which was a foreign company. I haven't opened my mouth to discuss it with you yet. ”

Mother Lin obviously didn't expect her son's wood to have such an adventure: "Really, why didn't you say it earlier? Wait...... It can't be some foreign criminal gang, right?"

He Qitian smiled bitterly, and sure enough, his mother was worried.

"No, he will come to our house in a few days and tell you, if it is really an overseas criminal gang, you can call the police and arrest him." He Qitian made a rare joke.

"Ah, why don't you say, where is he from? What kind of food do you like to eat, the taste is light? I still have to prepare the dishes, when will he arrive?" Mother Lin suddenly became excited, she was only worried that this wood-like child was too lonely in life after dealing with interpersonal problems, and now it seems that this child has really grown up.

"I don't know, he's going to call me, he's still abroad, maybe in a few days. He Qitian explained.

Lin Mu asked in surprise, "Chinese?"

"Well, Chinese. ”

"That's good, as long as you're still Chinese, then it's good to say, I'm really afraid that you will be tricked by some blonde foreigner into doing some kind of drug smuggling and the like." ”

"Mom...... Usually talk less with your sisters about some strange days, which is said to be the same as foreign troubles. He Qitian laughed.

After lunch, He Qitian was packing up in his room when he soon heard a knock on the door. He opened the door, and outside the door was really Song Zhixu's haggard face. This man used to be so high-spirited and fascinated by the unknown number of girls in the class, but now except for a little image between his eyebrows that can also inspire He Qitian, he can't connect the man in front of him with the vague face of Song Zhixu in his mind.

There was a girl who commented that Song Zhixu was a sword-eyed star, but now there are thick black clouds shrouded in these starry eyes, and a good noble son is now more like an addict.

Qi ...... Qi Tian, have you come back from your trip?" Song Zhixu saw He Qitian who opened the door, and there was a bright light in his eyes, as if he had seen a savior.

"Uh...... Yes, are you looking for something with me?" He Qitian was a little surprised, this old classmate's attitude was too strange.

Song Zhixu didn't plan to enter the door, but said to him: "Great, are you free? Let's have a meal together, I have something to tell you." Song Zhixu began to pull He Qitian out.

"Go ahead, it's good to make more friends. Mother Lin urged.

He Qitian glanced at Mother Lin's expectant eyes, and could only sigh, and was pulled downstairs by Song Zhixu.

When he arrived downstairs, He Qitian got into Song Zhixu's car, and this former Bancao actually asked He Qitian very affectionately: "Qi Tian, how many years have we not seen each other?"

I don't know why, He Qitian always felt that his words were full of hypocrisy and fear. It's the same feeling he feels on an airplane, it's a special feeling that resembles intuition. He didn't have this ability before, but now he can confirm that he can see the emotions of others. This emotion will be directly transformed into a feeling that feeds back into his heart.

Hypocrisy can be understood, he and Song Zhixu have a bad relationship, but he is suddenly so diligent, he has nothing to do and is either a traitor or a thief, this truth He Qitian understands, but why is he afraid? What can he make this rich second generation afraid?

"We haven't seen each other since we graduated, have we?" Tell me, what's the matter with you?" He Qitian decided to get straight to the point.

Song Zhixu didn't know why He Qitian had changed like this, but he still stubbornly said: "No, it's nothing, it's just that my old classmates haven't found a job, and I want to help you." ”

That feeling of hypocrisy is even stronger, Song Zhixu is not the kind of person who is good at lying, in He Qitian's memory, although Zhao Zhixu is clever and eloquent, but that is only when coaxing girls to be happy. Now Song Zhixu is sweating on his forehead, even if He Qitian does not have the ability to see other people's emotions, he can detect that his emotions are wrong. Again, it's a nuisance. He Qitian didn't want to get into trouble.

"Eh......" Song Zhixu saw that He Qitian didn't speak, he was also a little nervous, he thought about it before he thought of such a candidate, if He Qitian refused, he would really be cornered. He didn't like to talk to such a passer-by in such a humble way, but he had no choice now. Song Zhixu squeezed out a smile: "I'm sorry, that's the case, I recently met a foreign master, and it seems that he can fulfill the wishes of others through spells." You see, I thought of you at once, you must have some wish that needs to be fulfilled, right?"

"Master?" This kind of statement must have been scoffed at by He Qitian in the past, not to mention the combination of Chinese and Western titles such as "foreign masters".

However, He Qitian now knows that there is magic in this world. He wanted to know if this master was true or false, or rather, he wanted to see if Song Zhixu had something to do with this so-called master.

"Yes, master, very famous, and very effective, you can fulfill all your wishes!Go and see!" Song Zhixu didn't know what He Qitian was thinking, but he just felt that He Qitian was interested, and he just struck while the iron was hot.

"Fulfill all wishes?" He Qitian chewed on the weight of this description, Song Zhixu categorically couldn't be so kind, this master is either a pyramid scheme, or he really has magic power. But why would a wizard appear in China? Marjorie once said that Fenglong had issued a ban that no wizard was allowed to use magic in China, and he would be caught and killed. Even though it is not known whether the dragon has the power to kill, Marjorie once said that no wizard would dare to use magic in China. Then there is a good chance that this master is a dark wizard.

Before this kind of thing was changed, He Qitian just wanted to avoid it, but now, He Qitian's mentality has changed slightly. "Then let's go check it out. He Qitian said quietly.

Song Zhixu breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and a big stone fell immediately.

"Okay, okay, I'll send you over right away!" Song Zhixu was ecstatic, forgetting for a while that he had said that he was going to invite He Qitian to dinner first. This is really not a man who is good at hiding his intentions.

The sports car was speeding in the traffic, He Qitian himself couldn't count how many times the camera flashed on the road, and Song Zhixu didn't seem to care about violations and speeding at all. He doesn't care about anything anymore.

It's like a novice fisherman who can't wait to pull his rod when he sees a fish on the hook.

The car scurried out of the city and stopped in front of a suburban villa.

Song Zhixu helped He Qitian open the car door, like a guest student. None of this is normal, he's more like a slave who tricked life sacrifices into the devil's mouth.

"Let's go, let's go, the master is waiting for us inside?" Song Zhixu urged impatiently. He Qitian nodded.

Along the way, Song Zhixu led the way in front, while He Qitian carefully observed the various places in this villa. This villa seems to have been built by some rich man himself, and should not be the property of this master. Song Zhixu was familiar with the road and brought He Qitian into the living room.

As soon as he walked into the living room, He Qitian only felt that his eyes were dark, and there was an indescribable smell in the air, very much like the powder of sandalwood was lit after being dipped in water. The curtains were closed so that not even a ray of sunlight could enter, and the only source of light in the living room came from three lit white candles.

The three candles were placed on a long wooden table with a rickety figure sitting next to the long table, and three sofas, all facing the long table. It seems that the position of the long table was originally used to place the coffee table, and He Qitian could see the side without the sofa, and there was a large color TV that had been moved to the side in the corner.

Three flickering candles illuminated the face of the old man at the table. As far as the face is concerned, this is indeed a solemn old man, with silver hair neatly combed over his ears, revealing a pair of deep-set eyes, and a heavy black robe, much like the usual clothing of the clergy in the church.

"Master, I'll put ...... People have brought!" Song Zhixu said very respectfully to the old man, his tone mixed with ecstasy that could not be concealed.

The old man raised his eyes, glanced at He Qitian's body, opened his mouth and said in a hoarse voice, ". There was a strange laugh in between, as piercing as rubbing ceramics on a grinding wheel.

"Huh?" He Qitian didn't understand his words, this kind of language he had never heard of. Fortunately, the master did not play word games with him, and soon said in English: "Sit down, do you understand English?"

He Qitian was about to answer, but Song Zhixu had already sat on the sofa obediently. The candlelight flickered for a moment, and He Qitian saw the scene that made his heart stop. Under the cover of dark shadows, he didn't see that the three sofas in this living room were actually full of people, men and women, old and young, and even a few female high school classmates He Qitian knew were among them. Each of them had an obsessive look on their faces, as if their souls had been snatched away, and each of them looked at the three candles with reverence and dementia.

Song Zhixu was sitting on the edge of the sofa, his expression gradually became demented, and what was even more strange was that the ecstasy that He Qitian could sense from him was fading rapidly, and his whole person was like a puppet, gradually turning into a blank sheet of paper without a soul.

This man is a real wizard! Probably a dark wizard!

He Qitian's heart was beating wildly, this was really a dark wizard, what should he do? Find an opportunity to call Feng Long immediately? Or find a chance to get out?

Just as the thoughts in He Qitian's heart kept flashing, the old man beckoned to him.

What should I do? Flee now? He Qitian pondered, if he ran away, would this dark wizard immediately do something to him? For example, he would release a cloud of green light and beat him into a cloud of ashes or something? He had no way to fight against magic, at least not for now. But He Qitian glanced at the people on the sofa, it seemed that this dark wizard would not immediately kill people? Even if he became this demented appearance, as long as Fenglong returned to China in a few days, he would definitely be able to detect his abnormality and be able to cure him. Marjorie said that the members of the Round Table are the top existence among the wizards, and Fenglong is also a member of the Round Table, even if he says that he is not a wizard, then at least he is a powerful Taoist, right?

Thinking of this, He Qitian walked towards the old man tremblingly.

The old man had been observing He Qitian's reaction with his eyes, He Qitian's fears and doubts were in his eyes, he was not panicked at all, but wanted to laugh a little. These people are always afraid and jealous, but in the end they are blinded by their greed and become his puppets.

"Young man, do you have a wish that you want to fulfill?" the old man whispered. There was a fatal attraction in his words, He Qitian couldn't feel any emotions from the black-robed old man's body, on the contrary, he only felt that something was blurring his will, making the desires in his body, and those evil thoughts that he couldn't say emerge from the depths of his mind one by one.

This old man was actually casting a spell on him? He Qitian didn't know anything about magic, but the abnormality in his body quickly made him realize, and this old man began to affect his mind, not giving him a chance to react at all!

"I ......" He Qitian gritted his teeth hard, he only felt that those evil thoughts in his heart were surging, even if it was just a flash of evil thoughts, they were constantly being amplified, and he had to concentrate so that he could not say such shameless words.

"It's very strong-willed, it's not quite what he said. You're not the type to handle well. The old man sighed, and he repeatedly told Song Zhixu that he must find someone with weak willpower.

It's just that Song Zhixu took it for granted that since He Qitian couldn't make a fart with a slap back then, he must be a taciturn and cowardly person, how did he know that He Qitian's taciturn and ordinary appearance hid such a strong will?

"What...... What willpower?" He Qitian's mind had already turned into a pot of porridge, this was the first time he had faced a spiritual curse, only to feel that a stick had been inserted into his brain, stirring hard, he was dizzy, and even his basic judgment was erased.

"Do you want to make your wish come true? whatever your wish is, do you have a girl you like, or do you want an inexhaustible fortune? The old man looked at He Qitian's trembling appearance, although there was resistance, but He Qitian was still affected by the spell. Using a spell to elicit the purest desires in the human body, in this case combined with a spell that confuses judgment, he is able to get the group of people to sign their names "willingly".

But what he didn't expect was that compared to others, He Qitian's desires were really simple. He hides in his heart the kindness that he is unable to achieve, and the desire for a magnificent life, but he is very indifferent to the desire for money and beauty. The old man's spiritual induction didn't get to the point.

He Qitian was still struggling, and it turned into a tug-of-war between the two.

At this moment, a strange singing voice rang out.

"majesty time!G3,knight,kaixa......" is a man's passionate shout, standard Japanese English pronunciation. Finally, there is a long trill.

This frightened the old man, and He Qitian also woke up with a spirit. The old man and He Qitian suddenly looked at each other in embarrassment.

At this time, the two realized that it was He Qitian's mobile phone ringing.

"That, Master...... I'm going to answer the phone?" He Qitian wanted to take the opportunity to escape.

The old man obviously didn't want the person on the other end of the phone to be suspicious, after all, the movement was so loud that the ghost knew if it would lure a certain Chinese murderer over. The guy in front of him didn't seem to know that he had been mentally controlled just now.

The old man nodded: "Go ahead." ”

He Qitian held the phone, trying to make his steps seem natural, he walked out of the living room, and then he connected the strange phone without the caller's name.

"Hey ......"

"Shut up and listen to me. On the other end of the line was a cold female voice, with an indisobedient command. He Qitian had only heard this voice a few times, but he would never forget it for the rest of his life. On the other end of the line was Miss Natasha, whom Marjorie described as the most ruthless combatant of the new generation, the head of the Pilgrim's contemporary hunting department, the hunting star - Natasha Dragonnova, one of the eight ministers of the Pilgrims, Galahad's right-hand man.

He Qitian didn't know how this girl knew his phone, but at this moment, there was no fear in his heart.

No matter how powerful the dark wizard is, this wizard should not be able to deal with Miss Natasha, and the top priority now is to cooperate with Miss Natasha to complete the plan he just heard.

He Qitian calmed down, he put the phone back in his pocket, and quietly put headphones on his ears. Natasha said that these wizards are not very sensitive to technology, especially dark wizards, whose technological knowledge is generally stuck in a few hundred years ago. This new phone comes with Bluetooth headsets, and He Qitian stuffed the headphones into his ears and smiled.

He returned to the living room, and when he saw him come back, even the old man was taken aback: "Ah, you didn't run away?" The old man also thought that this guy had sensed that something was wrong, and had already escaped by making a phone call, but he didn't expect him to come back by himself.

"Well, I'm sorry, Master, there was something going on. That, what did you say about fulfilling my wish?" He Qitian tried to make himself very interested.

"Oh?" the old man groaned, his eyes lit up, it seemed that the young man had been completely controlled by desire, and even his fear and basic judgment had been lost, which was not a happy thing. It seems that human beings are unable to correct their own inferiority. Now that China has opened the door and the magic can be used again, this is a signal, the current Lin Moyang simply does not have enough control, at least not to control the overall situation like the Blade Dragon, he is the first dark wizard to come here, as long as he brings the information out, this treasure land that has been guarded by the Blade Dragon will fall instantly, this group of Chinese is too vulnerable in the face of magic and temptation.

Now although there is another murderer in China, but this murderer has not been able to re-establish China's anti-magic sister, it proves that he is not as good as Fenglong, since he is a guy who is not as good as Fenglong, then there is no need to be afraid, Fenglong will still die, and this murderer who has emerged again is of course no exception. There are rumors in the dark wizard world that this new murderer is nothing more than a puppet of the Round Table Council, and before Lin Moyang grows up to be as strong as Feng Long, they will have to establish an image like Feng Long to deter all those who have thoughts about Lin Moyang.

"So do you have any wishes or ideas that you want to accomplish?" the old man spread out the contract on the table, and He Qitian saw that the parchment was full of strange symbols, and charcoal black paint crawled all over the scroll.

"Well, that's it...... Big deal, can you help me avenge this contract?" He Qitian suddenly asked.

"Revenge?" the old man was stunned for a moment, and then smiled knowingly: "You mean you have an enemy who wants him to die?"

He Qitian also leaned over, nodded, and squeezed out a lewd smile: "No, no, no, you don't need to die, as long as it's an accident and no one can think of me, that's fine." ”

The old man looked at He Qitian's obscene appearance, and immediately felt that he had found the person he was looking for, so he nodded with a smile: "Yes, no problem, it's just a person's life, in front of the great god, insignificant, no matter whether he is rich or poor, no matter how many people he protects, as long as you write your name on the contract, the great god will use divine power to crush your enemy." ”

"Is that so? It seems to be very good, so what should I do?" He Qitian was eager to try, and this was also the instruction that Natasha told him in the headset.

"It's very simple, sign your name on the contract and repeat your wish in your heart with sincerity, so that you can fulfill your wish. The old man encouraged. At the same time, he stretched out his hand and pointed to Song Zhixu on the sofa: "Your friend has got a lot of money and luck, and when you don't know it, he has won the lottery many times, this is the good luck given to him by the gods, and the gods can even give luck." ”

"Luck? But I don't want luck, I just want revenge. He Qitian looked carried away by hatred, and he didn't want anything today to kill people. The old man with this expression was too satisfied, and his soul would surely be satisfied with this kind of resentful figure full of revenge.

This is certainly not a charity, this pact is a pact with the devil, and the person who signs his name will lose his soul. Why did Song Zhixu let He Qitian come here? It was because he had lost most of his soul, and he knew that it was not good, but this stupid Chinese actually did not want to save his own life, but offered to trade other people's souls for more money. Lin Moyang knows that the soul is the characteristic that distinguishes a person from others, and belongs to the characteristics cultivated in the course of life experience. Character, memory, these things make up the soul of a person. It can be said that all the characteristics that a person can recognize in the human community that are different from others can be classified as "soul". The stronger the feelings and the more distinct the personality, the higher the strength of his "soul", and demons like souls with a lot of negative emotions. Especially those who harbor feelings of wanting revenge.

"Very well, he's got his attention, and then you sign the contract and write the person's name. Natasha continued to whisper in the headphones, as soon as the name came out, He Qitian was trembling, if he didn't have the ability to speak now, he would have to ask Natasha's intentions. Because Natasha made him write the name "Bladed Dragon".

This is too irresponsible, this kind of contract looks like something that sells the soul, that's it, it's just a soul sale, and you have to connect with the dragon to catch up with him? It's really mad......