"Take his soul away, don't play to death, take him to apologize to the volcano first."

was directly scared to death, but Ling Chaoran didn't expect it, and the bull head on the side heard the words and hurriedly said respectfully.

"Don't worry, I will personally send someone to watch his torture on the eighteenth layer of hell, and once he is about to disperse, I will treat him."

The bull head was gone, and Ling Chaoran knew that what was waiting for Fan Teng would be a cruelty that he couldn't imagine, and the pain of the soul would have been many times more than the physical body, and it would have been eighteen times hell, even if it was those ghost kings and the like, many of them couldn't even survive the punishment of a prison, let alone an ordinary person like Fan Teng.

"Volcano, Fan Teng is dead, there is still one seventh uncle left, before dawn, they will all go to the underworld to report to you."

At this moment, the bull head reappeared, with some confusion on his face.

"Lord Hades, I have already checked, and the soul that was hooked into the underworld within a few hours does not have the volcano you mentioned."

Kindness? Ling Chaoran's brows furrowed.

"I see."

Why not? So where did the volcano soul go, and when I got there, I clearly didn't feel any breath.

But Ling Chaoran has no way, finding someone, whether you use a relationship or a camera, etc., can be regarded as traces, and finding a soul is completely more difficult.

"Brother Chaoran, I have already transported the corpse of the volcano, I have also arranged for Ah Xi's mother and son, and the cemetery is also ready."

"Well, I'll rush over before dawn."

After hanging up Wenye's phone, Ling Chaoran walked out of the private room, and where he passed, there was no one left, and it seemed that Fubo had been evacuated.

Coming out of the door, Fu Bo and the ashtray stood respectfully, and then followed Ling Chaoran all the way to the G500 in the parking lot.

"Give me a cigarette."

The words spit out, and Fu Bo felt in his pocket in a panic, but he was horrified to find that he didn't bring a cigarette at all, and the ashtray had already taken out one and handed it to Ling Chaoran.

Igniting, taking a deep breath, Ling Chaoran spat out a word.

"You've got forty-one minutes left."

Hiss!

Fu Bo gasped, almost didn't stand firm, this kind of cold tone, if he couldn't find out the people who were present today, it would be absolutely over.

Immediately took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"Damn, you still have half an hour, if you can't find it, Lao Tzu will chop you up and feed it to the dogs, everyone will count it, one is missing, Lao Tzu will unload one of your arms."

As soon as he hung up the phone, Fu Bo suddenly felt a thrill, because Ling Chaoran looked at him so directly, and his appearance was extremely gloomy.

"Call Uncle Seven, if you want Fan Teng, let him go to Jinshanling District in two hours and go over in person."

Fu Bo pointed at himself blankly.

"I... Do I hit? ”

If this call is made, then even if he and Uncle Seven are on the opposite side, then he doesn't have to mess around, just run away.

"Fight, Ling Shao, we'll fight immediately."

The ashtray is crazy, what's wrong with your boss, although the mind is not the best among the four bosses in the east, west, north and south, but at least you can take the overall situation, now at this juncture, you still dare to ask? Aren't you really afraid of death?

was interrupted by the ashtray like this, and Fu Bo also realized it, and his back was immediately covered in a cold sweat.

"Fight, I'll fight, Ling Shao, I'll fight now."

In that villa, Uncle Seven had already fallen asleep, and an old man who looked like a housekeeper stood at the door of a bedroom with a hesitant expression, because Uncle Seven hated others to disturb his sleep the most, even if it was a big thing, but now, something bigger than him really happened.

Knock knock!

Uncle Seven slept very lightly, so with such a slight knock on the door, he had already woken up.

"You'd better give me a reasonable explanation."

The old man pushed the door open and hurriedly spoke.

"Uncle Seven, just now Fu Bo called you and said. said that he wanted the young master, and he would rush to the Jinshan Mausoleum area in two hours, otherwise. ”

The seventh uncle, who was lying on the bed, slowly straightened up, although he was already old, but he used to be a martial arts master, his body was definitely very tough, and fighting a dozen or twenty gangsters was definitely the same as playing.

"Mourning? He shouldn't dare to attack Fan Teng, so... Who could it be? Or, gather people, let's go to Jinshanling District, maybe it has been silent for too long, and the people of Huazhou have forgotten the dominating Huodu back then. ”

On the other side, when there were still ten minutes left, Fu Bo finally gathered all the lists, which could be regarded as a sigh of relief.

"Ling Shao, except for the twenty-five people who were killed by the volcano, of course, the remaining thirty people who are alive are the last participants, and the one who stabbed the dead volcano is this guy nicknamed Dead Horse."

After Fu Bo finished speaking, he waited cautiously to the side, Ling Chaoran looked at the list of thirty people who had been sent to his mobile phone with photos, and dialed a number.

"Brother."

"Blade, have you arrived in Huazhou?"

"Brother, I just got rid of that madman, and I'm going to see you tomorrow."

A trace of coldness crossed his eyes, and Ling Chaoran spoke again.

"I'll send you a list later, there are thirty people in total, can you solve them all before dawn?"

"Brother, it can't be solved, I don't have the face to see you."

"Well, one of them is called a dead horse, and he was crippled and thrown into the sewer."

The mourning wave and the ashtray on the side are called a chill, today I finally know, don't provoke Ling Chaoran, really don't provoke, otherwise this is simply the reappearance of killing gods.

Especially Fu Bo, he couldn't help but echo in his mind again the whip sound from the private room before, the corpse that was split in half was simply terrifying.

"Get in the car, follow me to Jinshanling District, you will drive the ashtray."

"Yes."

Of course, the ashtray is executed, only mourning Bo trembled in his heart, it's over, this is going to face the seventh uncle, what should I do, why did I fall into this muddy water.

In the Jinshanling area, in the middle of the night, the little doorman didn't dare to move in the house.

Just kidding, more than a dozen cars have driven in, and the whole cemetery is brightly lit.

"Have these big guys been sick lately, and running to the cemetery in the middle of the night, is it fun?"

The little doorman muttered, he felt that his life had not been normal since he met the mysterious man who suddenly appeared earlier.

In a certain area of the mausoleum, Wen Ye, Cao Feiming, and the blunt knife are all there, and behind them are more than 30 younger brothers.

"Son, are you really going to block it?"

The blunt knife palm was full of sweat, to be honest, he really didn't have that confidence to do it against Uncle Seven, but he believed in his talented son, because so far, he had never judged anything wrong.

"Dad, although I don't know Ling Chaoran, but a person's eyes are something more precious than words, I think the golden scales are not in the pool, if you don't surrender to sincerity now, in the future, I'm afraid we won't have that qualification, so I decided to take a gamble, Dad, don't you want to be the seventh uncle?"

With a sigh, the blunt knife relaxed.

"Okay, son, you said so, the bet is gambling, the bet is lost, the back road is arranged, at least you and your mother can escape abroad."

As for Cao Feiming, after Wen Ye told him, he came purely to see the excitement, and he who had already admired Ling Chaoran to the point of throwing himself to the ground, was completely blind in trust, thinking that Ling Chaoran was omnipotent, what bullshit, Seventh Uncle, only the end of the story.

At that moment, a Mercedes-Benz G500 drove towards this direction with the characteristic roar of the engine.

A trace of irrepressible excitement flashed in Fumino's eyes, and he lifted his glasses, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned.

Here it comes.