Chapter 170: The Painter's Little Taoist (37)

A long black whip appeared in front of the eyes of the two of them.

"Feel it with your heart, whether this black gas is good or bad." Que Zhou said.

So Yan Ze closed his eyes, the black gas didn't mean to hurt him at all, but with a hint of intimacy, although Yan Ze could still feel the anger in the black gas, but those anger didn't seem to hurt people.

It's like...... Just like Que Zhou.

She looks at the danger, but in fact she never hurts innocent people.

Que Zhou asked, "Do you know now?" ”

"Got it." Yan Ze nodded, looking at the arms of the two of them that were entwined with whips and black threads.

The woman's arms were extremely delicate, and the two of them touched each other's skins, and Yan Ze forgot how he should breathe.

He looked still a little fragile, Que Zhou chuckled, and the whip turned into a cloud of black gas again, submerging into her body.

Then she said casually: "This qi is indeed bad, but it has been refined by me, so you don't have to worry, it's not demonic qi, it's not ghost qi, let's rest here tonight, I'll tell you now how to open the door of the underworld, and send these souls away tonight." ”

Yan Ze said yes.

He looked at the obedient one, after experiencing these things, Yan Ze's attitude towards Que Zhou completely changed.

When Que Zhou talked to him, he even stared at Que Zhou's mouth involuntarily, his pink lips were very ruddy, and his Adam's apple moved up and down.

But in the end he didn't do anything, and he couldn't do anything.

It's time for the sub.

The whole family gathered around the courtyard.

The family relationship of the Zhao family is also very simple, the old man Zhao has a total of three sons, one of whom died unexpectedly when he was still an adult, and the remaining two are Zhao Fucan and Zhao Fuyun.

Zhao Fuyun did not marry a wife and have children, Zhao Fucan had a son with his deceased wife, and his current wife remarried two years ago, free love, and the old man did not intervene at all.

There is no such thing as written in a book or TV series, if you don't get it right, your family will obstruct it in every way.

Maybe he has lost his lover and his own children, the bottom line of the old man's relationship is that as long as the other half is good, sincere and kind, the family is not so important.

Many wealthy families will want to have as many children as possible.

After all, there is no guarantee that one will be born in order to inherit the family business.

But the Zhao family is very open, if the talent can't appear in the Zhao family, then give the company a reliable person.

It is precisely because of this open-minded thinking, at least now, it seems that the Zhao family is very lucky, including the son of Zhao Fucan, who was controlled by anger just now, although he is only an adult, it can already be seen that he will definitely be able to achieve a great career in the future.

Yan Ze's eyes saw Que Zhou look at Zhao Fucan's son several times.

There was an inexplicable unpleasant feeling in his heart that spread, and this feeling came inexplicably, making him a little puzzled.

"Did you remember what I taught you?" Que Zhou turned his head and asked him.

Yan Ze returned to his thoughts and immediately nodded, "Remember everything." ”

"Well, don't be afraid, remember what I said, whether you succeed or not, you must put on a momentum, and with me, you will definitely succeed."

"I know."

The moon was shining brightly overhead.

The Zhao family hid aside, and the picture was a little eerie at the moment.

But the Zhao family was busy saying goodbye to Zhao Fuyun.

Even though they have been given a whole day, they are still reluctant in their hearts, the old man has tears in his eyes, and he is almost about to fall, although he may still be alive, but it will take a certain amount of time to recover after returning to his body.

Yan Ze pinched the formula with both hands, and read the formula in his mouth.

He could clearly feel that an eerie ghostly aura instantly rushed straight towards his Heavenly Spirit Gai.

Immediately after, another force enveloped him, resisting this eerie ghostly aura, and he opened his eyes slightly, and saw the black silk thread wrapped around his arm.

That's the silk thread of Que Zhou.

He wanted to look back at Que Zhou's face now, but remembering what Que Zhou had said to him just now, he obediently continued to recite the formula.

Qi Yunzi is Qi Yunzi in the end, he read it three times, and he didn't need Que Zhou's help.

In the middle of the originally green yard lawn, a crack suddenly cracked.

Then a faint green light revealed through the cracks.

Yan Ze's forehead was oozing with sweat, and finally, he roared, and the crack instantly became larger, and the Zhao family was too frightened to make a sound.

The shadows of one white and one black looked at the miserable white in the moonlight, their expressions were careless, and before they could speak, they suddenly felt a powerful oppression.

So he looked not far away.

When they saw Que Zhou's eyes, the black and white impermanence's legs shook, and it wasn't until the woman's index finger was on her mouth and she made a silent motion that they turned around tremblingly.

Those unjust souls were released by Yan Ze.

From the opening of the door of the underworld to the closing, it took only five minutes.

But these five minutes are enough to refresh the Zhao family's three views and all their previous cognitions.

They looked at Yan Ze as if they were looking at a god.

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Danfeng Group.

The cat demon was covered in wounds, kneeling in front of the desk, there were still blood stains on the corners of her mouth, and her body trembled, "Master, that Que Zhou ......"

"You want to say that your mission failed because of Que Zhou?" Du Feng sat on the office chair, his expression was very cold, but the cat demon knew that Du Feng like this was on the verge of anger.

For a little goblin like them, a big demon like Du Feng can wipe them out with a touch of a finger.

The cat demon's voice trembled, "Master, there seems to be a whip in Que Zhou's hand, she said, God blocks and kills God and Buddha blocks and kills Buddha." ”

"Huh." Du Feng sneered, "What a big breath." ”

His hand tapped lightly on the keyboard.

Even if this Que Zhou really has some ability, she has to survive in society, as long as she needs to survive, if her identity as a painter loses fame and fortune, then the fart is not worthless!

Now he has told people he knows that if anyone buys Que Zhou's paintings in the future, it will be against him.

The corners of Du Feng's mouth just rose, and his pupils shrank, and then immediately spurted out a stream of blood.

His eyes were full of words of disbelief, and his hands were propped up on the table.

The cat demon was startled, "Master, you... Are you alright? ”

"How could it be ......"

This feeling is that his formation in the Zhao family was broken, and that powerful ghost was taken away by the underworld, and he was counterattacked.

But how could that terrible ghost be taken away by the underworld?

Unless someone opens the door to the underworld.

Du Feng had goosebumps all over his body, if Que Zhou or Yan Ze could open the door of the underworld, then the matter would be really tricky, don't want to become an earth immortal, don't want to control the city.

He immediately got up, and the originally human hands turned into strange vines, and beautiful but highly poisonous flowers grew on the vines, and the cat demon took several steps back in fright.

Du Feng's eyes turned pale orange, and his demonic aura instantly enveloped the entire city.

At the same time, the Huaxia special department also received a phone call......