"Bastard!" The South African wizard roared angrily, and several poisonous snakes suddenly sprang out from behind him.

The poisonous snakes flew towards the cypress boat, as fast as lightning.

But they haven't gotten close yet, and Wen Junzhi has already made a move.

He slashed forward with the sword in his hand, and only a few clicks were heard, and all the poisonous snakes fell on the table, and each one was cut into several pieces.

Everyone's faces changed slightly.

One sword can actually cut out several swords, and they haven't seen the sword move clearly, this sword technique is superb.

Wen Junzhi put away the sword and looked at the South African wizard coldly: "What else do you have to do, just use it. If you don't strike now, wait until the time of the exorcism. Don't blame me for being ruthless."

The crowd also looked at the South African wizard warily, and Arthur angrily slammed the table with his casserole-sized fists, stood up, and stared at the South African wizard viciously.

"You want to curse us, do you think you can get rid of that demon alone?"

Wen Junzhi smiled and said, "Of course he can't do it by driving out the evil demons by himself. But after we help him get rid of that demon, and then he uses a curse to get rid of us all, won't the $100 million be his?"

This sentence completely angered everyone.

The South African wizard was debunked by the strategy, gritted his teeth, and with a sinister look in his eyes, he made a move.

He knocked over the small dish containing the green liquid, which made a sizzling sound and emitted a puff of smoke.

He put his hands in a strange position and began to chant the incantation.

The wind was gusting all around, and the ghosts and wolves howled from nowhere.

There was a hallucination before everyone's eyes, as if they had been pulled into hell in an instant, with the burning ground under their feet, the soles of their shoes burned all at once, and their bare feet stepping on the fire, and the pain was piercing.

A strangely shaped, charred corpse crawled towards them, reaching out to grab their ankles and wailing out of their mouths.

Behind the corpse, there were countless charred corpses, crawling with all their might, as if trying to pull them into their camp.

Suddenly, a scream rang in their ears. The scream was familiar, and then the hallucinations in front of everyone's eyes receded like a tide, and they returned to the cool and luxurious dining room, with sumptuous food in front of them.

Only then did they realize that the South African wizard's head was resting on the table, his eyes wide open, full of unwillingness and anger.

And his body was still sitting there, blood spurting from his neck, spewing a brilliant blood-colored flower on the ceiling.

Everyone looked at the person who made the shot, and it was the curly-haired beauty.

She held two short knives in her hands, and the movements were very dashing into the scabbards behind her back.

"This kind of ill-intentioned person should be killed directly, why talk so much nonsense with him." The curly-haired beauty said, "Disturbing my appetite for dinner."

So ruthless!

The crowd was silent.

Wen Junzhi chuckled lightly and said, "Those who can get here alive are not soft persimmons. I advise you to put away your other thoughts and think about how to get rid of the evil spirits on Master Oda."

His gaze was clear, "Lest by the time the time the actual exorcism comes, there will be only a few of us left."

At this moment, everyone stopped talking, and ate silently with their heads down.

The butler saw this scene and didn't say anything, just let people in and remove the body of the South African wizard and clean up the bloodstains.

After the people had eaten their supper in silence, the butler took them to their rooms to rest for two hours.

As soon as Bai Zhou entered the door, he said, "This Moon Pavilion is strange."

Wen Jun stopped his head and said, "All the people here have problems."

Bai Zhou was stunned for a moment, and then asked in surprise, "How do you know?"

"They're acting too calm." Wen Jun stopped, "This is not a chaotic and turbulent country. It's strange that the people here saw a guest beheaded, blood spurting all over the ceiling, and they didn't have any fear at all, and they cleaned up very calmly."

Bai Zhou couldn't help but give a thumbs up, Mr. Wen deserved to be Mr. Wen, he was really powerful, and he saw the key to the matter at once.

"They're all dead." Bai Zhou said, "It's the demon's curse that controls them."

She scratched her head and said, "I just think it's a little weird. If the demons have manipulated them, why don't they poison our food."

Wen Junzhi smiled faintly and said, "That's too deliberate, none of these cultivators are simple people, and they are openly poisoned, even if they can fool one, can they fool everyone?"

"If that demon wants to do something to us, he can only defeat it individually."

Bai Zhou seemed to suddenly think of something, and exclaimed, "No wonder they let us rest separately. I thought it was because I was afraid that we would fight again, but it turned out to be ill-intentioned."

Wen Junzhi looked around and said, "There must be a trap in this lounge. Xiaozhou, look at it, can you see anything?"

Bai Zhou looked at it carefully, and his eyes fell on the masks that were hung on the wall for decoration.