"Don't worry, I have invited some of the most famous masters in the world of book collecting to help you appraise and value these ancient books." A young man in a suit with a mercenary face is smiling and hiding adultery.

Across from him stood a middle-aged couple with the same face of philistines, scanning back and forth at the large wall-hung bookcase full of big-headed books.

There was a knock on the door.

"It's coming!" The young man in the suit smiled and trotted all the way through the spacious hall and opened the heavy security door. A tall boy in a blue and white school uniform was brought in.

The middle-aged couple looked disdainful and looked at the young man in a suit suspiciously.

The tall boy seemed unimpressed by the questioning, putting his fingers under his nose and carefully scanning the shelves full of books. He observed it solemnly for a while, and opened his mouth with a serious matter.

"Basically, 99% of the books are reprinted on the industrial assembly line, and there is no market collection value, so they can only be sold as waste paper."

The middle-aged couple looked at the tall teenager with frost on their faces.

"But don't worry, there are a few very valuable books in it, and we see that this Belles book is very rare, and many people in the collector's market in the region are ready to pay a high price for it." The tall boy talked eloquently.

The middle-aged couple regained their full faces, rubbing their hands together excitedly.

At the same time, this book was published in 1545 in Venice. Colonna's Hypneratodichiadipoliphilo is being bought by many people in the market, and the two books alone are estimated to be worth around 100,000 yuan. "Tall and young said understatement.

The middle-aged couple was impatient to put the two books together.

"And the rest of the collection, I can't pick out anything that is particularly valuable, it depends on the difference in the printing quality and edition of the book, if there are two conditions that meet, it can be worth thousands of dollars." The tall boy's gaze left the huge bookshelf.

The middle-aged couple glanced at the bookcases full of books in disappointment, and caressed two books worth 100,000 yuan.

"Of course, you can take all these books to the market for valuation, and it is estimated that it will take one to two months to evaluate so many books in detail. After that, you can slowly sell these books. The tall boy said.

"So long?" The middle-aged couple exclaimed.

"Yes, if you are not in a hurry to sell, just wait for the book to come out at an appraisal, and then sell it slowly, the more you are in a hurry to sell, the less valuable it is." The tall boy shrugged.

The middle-aged couple exchanged glances, looked at the young man in the suit and nodded.

"Yes, we're not in a hurry." Unfathomable smiles hung over the faces of the trio.

"I'm just a suggestion, you can control it yourself, it will take about one to two years for all these hundreds of books to be sold, and it depends on whether anyone is willing to buy them, otherwise they can really only be sold as waste paper." The tall boy casually paced to a corner of the bookshelf.

The middle-aged couple and the young man in the suit quickly exchanged glances.

"By the way, the current valuation of the four volumes of Don Quixote here is a little more than two thousand five hundred, and I can buy them directly for three thousand five hundred yuan in cash." The tall boy continued to say with a disapproving expression.

"Let me tell you, this Master Luo is a senior researcher at the Young Men's Christian Church's Academy of Liberal Arts, and his appraisal results are absolutely authoritative in the city, and the appearance fee is 1,000 yuan each time." The young man in the suit kept rolling his eyes.

"Sell him this book for four thousand." I included appearance charges, too. You can save 500 more! The young man in the suit suddenly changed his expression, I think about you.

Luo Xiaoyi walked to the elevator with a few books in his arms, just as the elevator opened, a middle-aged uncle walked out, looking at Luo Xiaoyi with a stunned face.

"It's you miscellaneous pine again, and you've got something good to go by."

Luo Xiaoyi didn't speak, Yang took the book in Yang's hand, put it in his schoolbag, and walked into the elevator with a pleasant expression.

Walking out of the gate of the community, Luo Xiaoyi bought a large Yili torch, squinted his eyes, ate while taking a taxi, and went all the way.

When it was dark, Luo Xiaoyi came to a bustling market intersection and walked into an old bookstore. The young man in the suit was sitting inside with a calculator crackling and knocking, and when he saw Luo Xiaoyi walking in, he raised two eyebrows and opened his mouth.

"It's already clear. This Ibara edition of Don Quixote was published in 1780 in four volumes. The market listing price is 400,000 yuan, and as soon as it is listed, there are already buyers who have made a decision, and this time you have caught a big fish. The young man in the suit had a shiny eye.

Luo Xiaoyi smiled faintly, took out the entire set of "Don Quixote" from his schoolbag and handed it to the young man in the suit, who took out the thick paper mound wrapped in newspaper from the drawer and handed it to Luo Xiaoyi.

Luo Xiaoyi put the paper mound into his school bag.

"Don't dot?" The young man in the suit asked.

"No need." Luo Xiaoyi lowered his head and began to look at the pager.

"There are so many soil Bs now, and I'm completely in a hurry to make a move, and I don't know what is valuable." The young man in the suit smugly wiped "Don Quixote".

"Chen Sheng and Wu Guang don't read." Luo Xiaoyi dropped this sentence and walked out of the bookstore.

Walking on the boulevard of Lanzhou University, Luo Xiaoyi, who changed into a black T-shirt and blue jeans, and carried a schoolbag, looked uncertain, followed the dazzling sunlight, and walked into the teaching building of the Department of History. I stopped at the door of a large lecture room, and saw a course notice posted on the door of the classroom, which read:

Lesson: Media Communication and Witchcraft

Speaker: Shin Ishihara, Professor, Department of History, Lanzhou University

Luo Xiaoyi pushed open the door, but saw that the class had begun, walked around the back door, found a final position, and sat down.

"Published in the early 1580's, the Frenchman Jean. Boudin's book, Six Treatises on the State. Boudin was probably the first to try to establish a new system that might still be appropriate in the Middle Ages, as he categorized the human perception of evil at the time. In Boudin's book, we find the first definition of a wizard. In order to assist in this work, many wizards have cronies, all of whom are some kind of animals, such as cats, toads, etc., and wizards believe in ghosts, and the devil will possess these animals...... "A professor with a majestic appearance, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and a full head of white hair is moving his lips and tongue on the stage."

Luo Xiaoyi leaned his head on the high-backed chair, his stiff head would never fall, even though the corners of his mouth were gushing. It didn't take long for me to fall asleep. It's easy to stay up until the bell rings at the end of class. Luo Xiaoyi woke up with a dull gaze, wiped his saliva as if he was in another world, looked for his schoolbag with a blank face, but couldn't find it, and when he looked down, he saw a pair of striped socks of different colors appear in front of him, and when he looked up, a girl with a delicate face and mysterious eyes appeared in front of him.

The girl didn't speak, with a mysterious smile on her lips, and handed the schoolbag to Luo Xiaoyi.

Luo Xiaoyi, who was sleeping in a daze, didn't know what to say, so he saw the professor who was lecturing waving to him, and as soon as his eyes turned around, the girl wearing the wrong socks had disappeared.

Luo Xiaoyi followed the professor's footsteps, and the two walked side by side towards the professor's office.

"You'd better come back next time you're awake, or when I'm out of class." The professor's strong neutral voice played.

"I dreamed back to the era you mentioned in class, as if I had seen the ancient Babylonian king promulgate the Code of Khan Murabi." Luo Xiaoyi began to excuse himself.

Professor Tie blushed his face, pursed his thick lips, glanced at Luo Xiaoyi with disdain, and opened the heavy office door.

Professor Shi put the lesson plan on the office desk, walked to the bookshelf, entered three sixes on a cipher, the bookshelf opened with a sound, and the two walked into a dark room at the back.

"A good book has to be as controlled in temperature and sunlight as wine is preserved. Only by taking care of these great books can these great books be remembered for generations. As he spoke, the professor took Luo Xiaoyi into a storage room with floor-to-ceiling glass and temperature and humidity adjustment through temperature control and light control.

Luo Xiaoyi casually looked at these precious preserved books. It's old and the cover is elegant.

"You've got a special treat, Ronaldo! These are the books that I have spent my life collecting, and this is my palace, and few people can come in here. Professor Shi said proudly.

"Some bibliophiles specialize in Gothic novels, others prefer history, and all the rare books I have here have only one theme." Luo Xiaoyi in Professor Shi's eyes had already looked at all the collections.

"The devil?" Luo Xiaoyi asked back.

"They're beautiful, aren't they, they're soft and luster, they're gorgeously bound, and they carry the wisdom of that era, and I know someone killed people for these books!

You will never see a book on the same theme as "The Art of the Devil" on such a scale. These treasures are like no other in the world! Professor Shi looked at his collection of books with affection.

"Yes, you've given these books all your life." Luo Xiaoyi replied disapprenosingly.

"The only regret is the absence of one of the greatest works." Professor Shi's gaze became complicated.

Luo Xiaoyi turned around and waited for the following.

"Come this way"

Professor Shi took Luo Xiaoyi to the deepest part of the storage room, where a collection of books with a black cover lay quietly on a delicate wooden table.

"The Nine Gates of Hell?" Luo Xiaoyi picked up the book and opened his mouth.

"You know it?" Professor Shi's eyes jumped.

Published in Venice in 1666, Aristide, also author and printer. Toacchi was burned to ashes by the Inquisition, along with all of his writings. Of course, only these three have survived. Luo Xiaoyi flipped the book in his hand.

"One copy!" Professor Shi replied calmly.

"All three books have a clear record in the city's book trading market." Luo Xiaoyi said affirmatively.

"Yes, the record is true, you are indeed a connoisseur, but you are wrong." Professor Shi remained unfazed.

Luo Xiaoyi looked at Professor Shi seriously.

"Based on my years of research, only one is the real thing." Professor Shi replied in the affirmative.

"People all over the world know that there are three." Luo Xiaoyi began to theorize.

"That's where the problem arises." Professor Shi paced. It seems to organize language in silence.

"How did you get this?" Luo Xiaoyi asked.

"Acquired from otaku A."

"Otaku A?"

"Yes, quite a time, just the day before he committed suicide."

"It's a good time." Luo Xiaoyi nodded and flipped up the "Ninth Gate" in his hand.

I flipped through an illustration of a knight in armor with a delicate face, sitting on a tall horse, looking into the distance, ready to go. The following note reads "silentiumestaureum"

Professor Shi stood behind Luo Xiaoyi and read the annotation.

"Silence is golden?" Luo Xiaoyi turned around and asked.

"Exactly!" Professor Shi nodded to Luo Xiaoyi.

"Ever heard of delomelanicon, right?" Professor Shi spoke.

"I don't know much, it's just a legend. It is said to be a book written by Lucifer himself. Luo Xiaoyi replied.

"It's not a legend, there really is a book, in fact, Tuokia got it." Professor Shi began pacing again.

"The illustrations you are now admiring, adapted from the delomelanicon, are evil mysteries, and with the help of the original text, they have been correctly translated, and they are full of mysteries, and it is said that the devil can be summoned through them." Professor Shi's eyes were full of longing.

Luo Xiaoyi pursed his lips undeniably.

"Are you strong in your convictions?" Professor Shi looked at Luo Xiaoyi seriously.

"Belief is faith, firmness is firmness, is there any connection between the two?" Luo Xiaoyi asked rhetorically.

Professor Shi stood under an oil painting of a realistic factory scene, and began to fall silent.

The two sides were silent for a minute.

Luo Xiaoyi closed the book in his hand and opened his mouth, "Professor Shi, what is your plan for coming to me?" ”

"I want you to investigate the other two books, The Ninth Gate, and compare them with mine in detail, every page, every illustration

As well as binding, all of it, every information point can't be missed. I'm sure only one book is true, and I wonder whose hand is the book that is true. Professor Shi looked at Luo Xiaoyi with blazing eyes.

“youarboss！” Luo Xiaoyi accepted the task.

"You just let it go, and you don't have to worry about the cost at all." Professor Shi handed Luo Xiaoyi a check.

"What if the book you have is a fake?"

"Anything is possible. Everything has loopholes. ”

"You're saying the devil doesn't want to show his face in public?" Luo Xiaoyi asked meaningfully.

"Once you find out that all three are fragments or fakes, your job is over! On the other hand, if one of them is found to be genuine, your reward will be doubled. I want you to help me get it, at any cost, by any means! ”

"Unscrupulous" doesn't sound so gentlemanly. ”

"That's what you're good at!"

"I'm flattered that you trust me so much!" Luo Xiaoyi shrugged his shoulders.

"I have high expectations for you! Xiao Luo, very high! ”

"Silence is golden!" Luo Xiaoyi put "The Ninth Gate" into his schoolbag and said goodbye first.

The "jingle bell" fax phone rang, and Ozawaya walked over to look at the fax received, and there was no notice of a single business, except for the advertisements that provided a large number of invoices and air ticket reservations that had remained unchanged for thousands of years.

Ozawaya shook her hair that hung down on her thin waist, looked at the empty office with a lonely gaze, and sighed imperceptibly.

In the city at night, some buildings are still brightly lit, and there is no song that can be said clearly, and there is a reason that people can understand. Ozawaya walked down the brightly lit streets, just thinking about meeting a few friends quickly, getting drunk and escaping reality.

"Yo, Ze Ze is late, and he will be fined three glasses of wine." The friends were not very happy to see her, but just chatted casually with her. It's in wine fighting mode.

The blood full of alcohol rushed madly on the highway in the veins, violently hitting Xiao Zeya's heart, and the lights on the wine table became fluttering and messy in his eyes.

"Na, you know, who is who, it is said that I met a wealthy businessman in Singapore during the business dealings of the stewardess, who was visiting Singapore, Malaysia and Thailand, and sent back postcards and other objects from each city from time to time."

"Yes, there is also that person who also knows the mineral master of other cities, and now we call her out, and they all say that they want to accompany this mineral master."

"Their choice should make a difference in life!" The light in Ozawa's eyes focused on the frothy beer glass.

"Yes, yes, it's said that they are all thinking about whether they want to work like this." Several friends fell silent.

"Nana, I said Ze Ze, you, the appearance condition will definitely not be worse than those two people, why didn't you find such a person?"

"I don't know, maybe I'm just waiting for such a person to appear and make a bet on myself, I haven't realized it yet!" Ozawa raised his glass to cover his cheek.

A group of people began to transfer their pressure to a steady stream of alcohol, and drank until midnight, and staggered out of the hotel, accompanied by the early summer breeze, not knowing what they were happy about.

At that time, it was the time when the streets of Kabukicho were crowded with people, and groups of drinking companions were stimulated by alcohol, making loud noises and shouting indiscriminately, condensing the various states of life on the streets of **.

"Hey, bastard, where are your eyes?" A couple of drunken and unstoppable men tugged at Kozawa's friend.

"Who do you say is a bastard!" Ozawaya's friend Lang Lang staggered on his feet and began to tug and pull with a few drunks.

The scene quickly got out of control, and a bunch of men and women, pulling their hair, slapping and slapping, were very happy.

Ozawaya rounded the leather bag in his hand and smashed it into the face of a drunk, who fell to the ground on his back in response, and Ozawaya fell to his knees with the huge inertia, and his waist-length hair was spread out and covered his cheeks.

As he was cleaning up, several drunks set fire to themselves, and came up to punch and kick themselves, Xiao Zeya only felt that the world was turned upside down, and he was lying on the ground on all fours, and the sky above his head was occupied by the faces of several drunks with hateful faces, their faces were flushed, their green muscles were skyrocketing, and their blood-red eyes were distorted into a complicated gaze, Xiao Zeya was like a livestock falling to the ground waiting to be slaughtered in such a gaze.

Xiao Zeya no longer felt the pain, her body vibrated passively with the momentum of being kicked, and the faces of these drunks slowly rose into a void mockery.

A powerful hand pressed on the shoulder of the drunken man at the head, and with a slight force, the drunkard was like a spring after being squeezed, and it popped out quickly backwards.

Before the other drunks knew what was happening, they were wrapped in a cyclone, and the crisp "Smack!" Syllable! The sound came and went, and after a few beautiful side kicks, the remaining drunks were swept to the ground, and after the cyclone, a big man with a tiger's back and a fierce face appeared in place.

The fierce face of this big man appeared in front of Xiao Zeya, Kong Wu's powerful big hand passed through Xiao Zeya's snow-white neck and delicate thighs, Xiao Zeya felt a light body, and was hugged by the big man in the air.

The rest of the thing flashed like a fast-edited picture, Xiao Zeya was sent to the hospital, some infusion conditioning observation, after spending a night in the hospital, Xiao Zeya walked out of the hospital gate with a tired face and swollen eyes, and saw the murderous man snuggling up to the front of a Mercedes-Benz sedan, looking at the prey-like eyes constantly wandering on his body.

"Thank you so much!" Xiao Zeya stepped forward quickly and showed a smile to Dahan who was not in a very good state.

Dahan didn't say anything, his condescending eyes didn't convey more emotions, and he silently handed Xiao Zeya a business card.

Ozawaya took it and looked at it, and it read "Apostle Office, No. 1, mobile phone number xxxxx"

Dahan made a phone call gesture to Xiao Zeya, returned to the big car without saying a word, and left in the dust.

The rest of the day was no different, as Ozawa shuttled between the company that had actually collapsed and the house she rented, sleeping anxiously every night, and only when she went out every day to dress up, looking at her beautiful face and tight body in the mirror, did she feel that the future seemed to be in her hands.

On an ordinary morning, Xiao Zeya, who had no work to attend, picked up a business card that he had treasured for a long time, "Oriental Club International Entertainment Club, recruiting female escorts, with a monthly salary of 20,000 ......" Xiao Zeya stared at this business card for a long time, and finally dialed the phone number above.

Several huge hairpins and crystal chandeliers hang from the magnificent ceiling, reflecting the golden brilliance on the golden marble paved floor, and the towering floor-to-ceiling transparent wine storage wall is filled with colorful imported foreign wines, churning with amber luster.

Xiao Zeya looked at the image projected on the transparent wine wall, a velvet black evening dress, outlining his tight figure, the snow-white collarbone outlined the white plain on the black evening dress, along a white line, extending to the deep cleavage, and a pair of upright twin peaks on it supported the two round gaze points on the evening dress.

Behind the walls of the huge wine cabinet, the deep corridor looms with a glow, and the refreshing fragrance hits like a swirling black hole, swallowing up all the attraction.

Finally, from the deep corridor, the mummy in a straight suit walked out of the deep corridor and opened her mouth neatly, "B08 hair stage." ”

The silent procession of evening dresses moved, meandering into the deep corridor, beating music continued to come out of the boxes on both sides of the corridor, beating Xiao Zeya's unknown emotions, and the ankle-bound high heels stepped on the carpet made of star patterns, as if walking in the Milky Way star cluster, looking down at the well-decorated doors of different boxes, and the starry background gradually dimmed.

Pushing open the door of the B08 box, Ozawaya was greeted by the opulent decoration, the beautiful princesses in golden dresses kneeling in front of the long marble wine table, and diligently filling the amber liquid in the brandy glass.

The aroma of cognac wine mixed with the soft smell of China was softly woven together, and in the midst of the smoke, the evening dress team all entered the box, and under the guidance of Mommy, bowed humbly to the guests behind the table at 90 degrees.

Xiao Zeya looked at the various guests curled up in the sofa with restraint and reserve, and felt the feeling of the flies' eyes wandering on him with satisfaction, and was quickly assigned to serve, and then sat down next to a middle-aged man with a big belly and bald hair.

"The little girl is very distressed, what's her name?" The middle-aged man's eyes stared at Xiao Zeya's deep cleavage, his big hand was placed on Xiao Zeya's white thigh, and his mouth was split into a big slit, spraying the smell of sour wine.

Xiao Zeya took a deep breath and showed a smiling expression, "Brother, my name is Ozawa, I came to work on the first day, come to brother, I will toast you first!" ”

The ringtone of the mobile phone rang, Xiao Zeya opened his eyes unwillingly, saw that the time was three o'clock in the afternoon, and connected the phone, "Well, hey?" Hehe, I knew it was Brother Zhao, well, I'm still sleeping, eating at night? I'm sorry, but it's already arranged for the evening, so you can come to the clubhouse and find me......"

Ozawa, who hung up the phone, never fell asleep again, and after passing the phone call one after another, Ozawa began to get up and freshen up.

As the summer mountains shine brightly and the sun shines brightly, Ozawaya strolls through the golden business district of the city center, where the summer heat waves gather on the ground, converging into a rolling stream of heat, distorting the office buildings behind him.

Ozawaya came to a towering all-fiberglass building, and rode up in a wide and elegant elevator, and the light wiping in the elevator room was a palpable all-round mirror, dragging the great light, wrapping Ozawaya in it.

The elevator door opened, mixed with the music of the foreign music of the Fang Lan competition, Xiao Zeya walked into a beautiful land, where the eye looked, the wrong color of the gold, carrying red dots of emerald. Beique Zhu Palace, under the pressure of the Qionglin Yushu space, distorted into the most thorough picture of the heart.

This is your own palace!

From the first time she stepped here half a year ago, Ozawa embraced a sense of belonging that she couldn't get rid of!

"Ozawa, hurry, hurry, the otaku brother is here again, waiting for you!" Mommy greeted Xiao Zeya with a smile, Xiao Zeya smiled undeniably, and slowly paced to the V1 box, in the huge box, several princesses were busy serving the only guest in the box.

"Otaku brother is good!" Xiao Zeya greeted the guests with a proud expression, and the guests stood up with a smile on their faces and hugged Xiao Zeya's thin waist, and the two of them took their seats.

"I don't want to drink today," Ozawa picked up the fruit from the fruit bowl and chewed it.

The otaku brother licked his face and rubbed around Xiao Zeya, oh Ru'er's chatter forced a lot of life truths, focusing on his own entrepreneurial history and family history.

Xiao Zeya couldn't deny that her left ear went in and her right ear went out, and she glanced back and forth at the few princesses in front of her, they should be the same as herself, they have been listening to this set for a while, wiping the table and wiping the table, ordering songs, and not having any eye contact with the otaku brother.

"Ozawa, I'm really sincere, I must not marry you, as long as you marry me, mine is yours ......"

Xiao Zeya turned his head and looked at the otaku brother in front of him, with a face like a map of Europe, dark skin that had been beaten by the wind and rain, soaked in the local atmosphere with deep historical precipitation, and with other facial features, it showed a vulgar symbol of worldliness, cunning, and sperm.

"Really?" Ozawaya pursed her lips and asked aggrievedly.

The otaku brother began to give a speech about righteousness again.

The few words that Xiao Zeya listened to were "Give you a house, give you a car, and share half of your property after marriage!" ”

"I'm tired tonight, let's go back early!" Ozawaya yawned. He patted the otaku brother's knee with his hand.

The otaku brother suddenly rubbed his ass again, after making sure that Xiao Zeya really just wanted to sleep alone tonight, in preparation for the upcoming next time.

The otaku brother paid the bill with a lot of cash, and after taking away the princess, he smiled and couldn't see his eye sockets and asked, "Xiao Zeya, I want to invite you to go out for a ride tomorrow, please be sure to agree." ”

Ozawaya didn't answer, looking at the lyrics on the projection on the big screen:

You can't cry out that it's broken

The most beautiful ever

Alone

Familiar streets

Don't ask who you're thinking

If you don't regret it, you're already haggard

Opportunity to love

The real is shattered

Personnel is no longer available

And what else is most valuable

He smiled to himself, "Okay, you come and pick me up tomorrow!" ”

Ozawa curled up on the seat of the leather cushion, looking at the changing values on the dashboard, taking this opportunity to look at the side face of the otaku brother's historical precipitation, from this angle you can see his happy eyebrows. The Adam's apple kept rolling.

"Ozawa, look, this is the second phase of my real estate project, and the whole project covers an area of XXX acres......"

Ozawa replied with a yawn.

"Here we are, our villa!" The luxury car stopped in a villa area.

The two got out of the car one after another, and Xiao Zeya looked at the villa in front of him, with red bricks and blue roofs, wide inside and tight outside, feeling like a handshake building exactly the same size in the urban village. Inside, the opulent European décor mixes with the vulgar taste of banana water.

The otaku's hand did not leave Ozawaya's buttocks, and at this moment, this hand was already soaked with sweat.

The soaked hand stretched fiercely towards the lower part of Ozawaya, and Ozawaya opened the invasion of this hand.

The otaku brother had red eyes, and with the inertia of his body, he pounced on Xiao Zeya.

The thick and delicate Persian carpet dissolves the potential energy of the landing.

The otaku brother gasped and tore Ozawaa's dress.

"I just bought it yesterday." Ozawaya pouted in anger.

"Buy again, buy again, buy as much as you want." The otaku brother's slurred roar.

Xiao Zeya looked at the socket on the edge of the carpet, feeling the flutter of the otaku brother on his body, with the adrenaline emitting the smell of the leather seat, and the socket in his eyes emitted a faint blue light.

"What you say must count." Ozawa put her arms around the neck of the otaku.

Gambling curses and vows of no money come and go.

Ozawaya glanced at the socket that emitted blue light again, and through the small void, he saw the darkness stretching.

At this moment, looking at the face of otaku A in the black and white posthumous photo, Xiao Zeya, who was dressed in mourning clothes, didn't know what he was thinking.

At this moment, a burly man with a murderous face walked into the mourning hall in the villa, and after saluting the owner's body, he motioned for Xiao Zeya to take a step to speak.

"I haven't seen you in a few years, Brother No. 1!" Ozawaya smiled indifferently.

"Your husband has a book called The Nine Gates of Hell, where is he now?" Number One opened his mouth. (To be continued.) )