The Republic of China has held at least six out of ten large-scale industry conferences prefixed with the word "China", such as the China "Insurance" Annual Conference, the China Business Summit, and the China Supplementary Education Industry Conference, etc., at least six out of ten times will be held in Seoul, so Li Xiangzhi and his wife are actually very familiar with the city.

The taxi took the family of three, turned left and right in the streets of Seoul, and after a while, they stopped at a slightly old golden yellow building designated by the couple, which had a slightly tacky appearance;

The appearance of the building is square;

The length and width of the area are about three or four hundred meters;

Fifteen and six-storey buildings are topped by a neon sign of 'Hanna Hotel' in front of the foyer.

"Thank you, Mr. Driver. Zhang Hanmin paid according to the meter, got out of the car to get the salute, and the young doorman who greeted him in front of the revolving door of the hotel saw this scene, and immediately showed his eight teeth, and said in his mouth, "Welcome to the Halla Hotel in Seoul, sir, please hand over the salute to me," and greeted him attentively and helped carry the Zhang family's travel bag in his hand.

At this time, Zhang Muzi also pushed the door and stepped out of the car, and looked through the glass door at the hotel's lobby, which was not luxuriously decorated but cleaned, and didn't say much, after all, outside Shenluo Island, he had not tasted the fun that the billions of trillions of wealth he had just had.

"I've stayed at this hotel many times with your dad.

The first 'annual meeting of the tutoring industry' that we attended in Seoul was held at this hotel. Seeing her son looking into the hotel, Li Xiangzhi put her arms around his shoulders and said with a bit of nostalgia in her tone: "At that time, I remember that you were less than two years old and had just been weaned, if it wasn't for your grandmother who wouldn't let you fly, we would have brought you with us."

In that case, you might fall in love with Seoul. ”

"Mom, your meeting must be boring, so I don't want to follow. Zhang Muzi shook his head with a smile, and followed his father into the hotel lobby with his mother.

As soon as they entered the door, a capable professional woman wearing a black suit, looking to be around forty years old, and the word 'deputy manager' was written on her badge, recognized the regular customer and greeted her warmly: "Zhang Xian and Mrs. Zhang welcome you to stay at the Halla Hotel again, this time are you here to travel or to participate in the conference?"

If you are traveling, this year our hotel has signed agreements with several large art museums in Seoul, and guests can get tickets in advance, so please feel free to contact me if necessary. ”

"Thank you, Vice Manager Song," Li Xiangzhi smiled back at the professional woman, shook her head, and pointed to Zhang Muzi beside her with an inexplicable pride in her tone: "We are neither traveling nor attending the conference this time, but my son is almost nineteen years old and is about to take the joint entrance examination."

We're going to get him to go to university in 'Han Korea', so we're going to bring him here early to get used to it. ”

"Mrs. Zhang, is this the son-in-law of you and Mr. Zhang, what a talent, if you take the joint entrance examination this year, then next year you will either study medicine in 'Seoul University' or study law in 'Politics University'. Hearing this, the woman in the black suit immediately turned her head to Zhang Muzi, and said in a very sincere tone.

Since ancient times, Chinese scholars with solar terms have had the desire to 'be a good doctor if they are not good-looking';

In the modern world, whether it is a debater (lawyer) who has a lot of money and is dedicated to helping people clear their names, or a prosecutor who can decide whether to detain a suspect on his own in the name of a so-called "independent bureaucracy", or a judge who is high above the courtroom and controls the rhythm of the trial and pronounces the fate of the suspect, they are all decent people with high social status.

Therefore, for the general public of the Korean Peninsula who are deeply influenced by traditional culture, doctors, lawyers, prosecutors, and judges are the pinnacle of career planning in their minds.

Although she knew that it was hopeless to go to Seoul University and Zhengzhì University with Zhang Muzi's grades, Li Xiangzhi still laughed out loud when she heard people praise her son, saying nonsense such as "If you want to be admitted to such a good university, I'm afraid you still have to work hard...", opened a two-bedroom suite at the front desk, and then left the hotel lobby.

In fact, the distance from Shenna to Seoul is only a few hundred kilometers, and it takes less than an hour by plane.

But as soon as he entered the suite, Zhang Muzi yawned and said to his parents: "Mom, Dad, I get sleepy as soon as I take the plane, you can eat dinner by yourself, I want to take a bath and sleep, and then go to eat when I wake up." ”

"Okay, then you go to sleep, have a good rest, it's going to be hard from tomorrow. Li Xiangzhi looked at her son, nodded without doubt, and said with a painful heart.

"Hmm. Zhang Muzi replied with a smile, took out his change of clothes from Xingli, and walked into the small bedroom of the suite.

Locking the door, the smile on his face disappeared without a trace in an instant, and he casually threw the bag containing his clothes on the ground, kicked off his shoes and jumped on the bed, and took out a small silk red cloth bag from his pocket.

Carefully opened, the silk pouch was strangely revealing a dozen pieces of finely cut nails and a handful of hair tied with extremely fine hemp rope.

These two things, as well as the red silk cloth that wrapped them, were found by Zhang Muzi in the hands of his dead grandfather, and it was the day after Li Shansan's mysterious death.

In addition to being frightened, they didn't dare to tamper with the grass and trees in the hall, but stumbled and hurriedly went to find the missing Shaogong Jun, so in the end, they were found by the priests on the ** stone road, and Zhang Muzi, who woke up, packed up his grandfather's relics and found this red silk cloth bag.

If it were an ordinary person, even if there was such a discovery, it would be difficult to figure it out, but for a mage who has been practicing magic for more than ten years, it is not difficult to guess what the use of people's cut nails and hair is, it is nothing more than a medium used to cast spells and curses.

Combined with the memory of the angry and desperate eyes of the grandfather before he died, and his soul when he flew out of the 'Mud Pill Palace', he vaguely heard the sentence, "... Settle the last grievances in the world... Li Linqi, Li Linqi... Today's going to Huangquan together is also fate...", Zhang Muzi realized it on the night he found the silk bag.

After my grandfather's death, there was only one reason why he would hold such a red cloth bag tightly in his hand, that is, he wanted to cast a spell and pass through the spirit and die with a great enemy in his life, but unfortunately people are not as good as heaven, but at the last moment, he failed to do so and died suddenly first.

Killing people with spells is an extremely common thing in legends and film and television dramas, as if there are people with cultivation talents, just practice a spell for two or three days, and you can play with the life and death of mortals on applause.

But in fact, in addition to scaring people to death in the way of spiritual persecution, it is simply difficult to 'manifest' the illusory and invisible spell into the power of attacking the entity.

And since it is so difficult to cast spells to kill people in person, relying on the enemy's 'body hair and skin' curse to take his life is naturally even more ethereal myths, and those who will do this are either deceived or want to vent their endless hatred and seek peace of mind.

Therefore, if someone told Zhang Muzi a few weeks ago that anyone in reality could kill people with spells, he would only laugh and curse fools in his heart, but after a night of bizarre and sad wind and rain in the Lingxiao Treasure Palace, such thoughts have quietly changed.

It's just that after that night, Zhang Muzi suddenly found that his mind and the three hundred and sixty-five 'Qingfu Zhengshen' who had been worshiped for generations by his matrilineal ancestor had been completely integrated as if there was no barrier.

In the past, it was necessary to draw talismans, cast spells, chant spells, and a series of other procedures to sense the 'Qiqi', but now the idea can summon the gods, the only regret is that the property rights of hundreds of machine guns, tank combat vehicles, super mechanical soldiers, and space battleships are all owned by a child who is just two or three years old.

The power of these weapons, though terrifying, was of no use to the child, for he had no ability to use them, and the only thing he could do was to use all his strength to pull out the bullets from the machine gun and throw them as stones.

Therefore, although his mind can communicate with the gods, in fact, Zhang Muzi's divine powers that can be used under safe conditions have not been enhanced too much, but even so, after owning the 'property rights' of hundreds of gods, he still naturally realized what kind of terrifying power these eight three hundred and fifty-six 'Qingfu Zheng Gods' have.

And among them, the three induction immortals Yunxiao, Qiongxiao, and Bixiao in the 'Induction Fruit Retribution' section, as long as they can use the divine power of any of them, don't say that they can curse and kill one person, even if it is a hundred or a thousand people, they are just waiting for idle ears.

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