Chapter 148

After a while, Lu Yun'er lay on the sofa with a look of despair on his face. The clothes on his upper body were pulled off by two people together. Zhao Qingyi was staring at him with a brush.

Lu Yuner protected his upper body and said, "Please let me go, I beg you. At worst, I won't go."

Lu Xingzhou sighed slowly and said, "Brother, are you really not going? He's in his prime at night, maybe he can see scenes from a hundred years ago."

Lu Yun'er looked at the chicken blood and his dead eyes looked at Lu Xingzhou. Lu Xingzhou said innocently, "Actually, cinnabar is also OK, but the cinnabar on the market is not very pure..."

Lu Yun'er is now very conflicted. On the one hand, he is itching to go and take a look, but on the other hand, he feels that it is not good to have chicken blood talismans painted on his body.

He closed his eyes and said, "Zhou Zhou, come here."

Zhao Qingyi handed the brush in his hand to Lu Xingzhou with regret. It must be said that Second Brother Lu had a really good figure, although, it is not appropriate for men and women to touch each other.

Lu Xingzhou hesitated a bit and said, "I... may not be able to do it."

The chicken blood was mixed with spiritual spring water, and the magazines inside had long been digested. Lu Xingzhou took the pen and began to draw talismans according to Zhao Qingyi's instructions. This was also just in case. Hu Qi pressed Lu Yun'er's thigh to tell him not to move. When Lu Xingzhou started, miserable laughter rang out.

Lu Xingzhou held his second brother down and said, "It will be over soon, don't move."

The strokes of the talisman moved across Lu Yun'er's body, and he almost died of laughter.

When Lu Xingzhou put down the last stroke, a golden light flashed, and the originally red mark turned golden.

Zhao Qingyi's mouth opened wide. She looked at Lu Xingzhou and said slowly, "I knocked. This merit... directly cast the Golden Light Curse."

Lu Xingzhou was a little puzzled. He asked, "Golden Light Mantra?"

Lu Yuner climbed up, looked at his back in the mirror, and said with a smile, "Awesome, Zhou Zhou."

No matter how many times, he always thinks his little six is ​​the coolest.

After finishing the reverse painting, Zhao Qingyi wasn't shy at all. After all, there were quite a lot of male Bodhisattvas on the Internet. Wasn't it just the upper body? She had seen even the most extreme ones. What's more, this was her brother. Although he was the neighbor's brother, he was actually no different from her biological brother.

After all, her mother and Song Qing were childhood friends.

When she first arrived here, Lu Xingzhou was the best to her. Then she met Lu's second and third brothers. The brothers in the Lu family were all very nice to her. She was very grateful and gradually integrated into their group.

At four or five o'clock, the time to seal the demon, Lu Xingzhou and the others stood in front of the Red Pavilion again. At this time, the Red Pavilion looked like a monster ready to move, and the gate was the monster's mouth. It seemed that as long as they entered, they would be swallowed up.

Lu Xingzhou pulled Lu Yun'er, with Zhao Qingyi standing beside them, and the three of them walked in slowly. As soon as they walked in, the scene in front of them changed.

This wouldn't have happened originally, but Marshal Hong was very angry because these few people had ruined his plans.

The resurrected body he had originally chosen was directly driven away, which he could not tolerate.

The brightly lit red house was bustling with activity. People in suits, dresses and cheongsams were clinking glasses and smiling sweetly.

The three people watched quietly, while Lu Xingzhou took out a small notebook and began to draw the decorations inside.

He is here to make some money today.

Lu Yun'er was immersed in the utilitarian world of a hundred years ago. It's not like he had never seen such scenes before, but seeing them in reality was a different feeling.

The foreign-style concessions of Shanghai back then were fully displayed in the Hong Kong Coliseum. Dancers in sexy cheongsams stood on the stage and sang in soft and graceful voices. The Red Marshal sat in the middle, looking more like a big potato among the dignitaries.

Lu Xingzhou met his eyes, and Marshal Hong exuded murderous aura wantonly, trying to scare Lu Xingzhou.

Lu Xingzhou ignored him completely. He had just finished painting the lower part and was about to go up and take a look.

Zhao Qingyi looked around curiously, but only Lu Yun'er was there, staring at the people here, feeling the prosperity of a hundred years ago.

Upstairs, beauties with enchanting postures came down one after another. They were the uncles of Marshal Hong. The one in the lead was a little old, but her demeanor was also elegant and noble. She looked down with an expressionless face, looking very imposing.

Lu Xingzhou clicked his tongue.

[He appears cold but his heart is warm. If it weren't for the eldest lady, these concubines would have been swallowed up long ago.]

The uncles following behind the lady were shocked, but Madam Lian was not surprised. She looked down and felt complicated when she saw the three people who were out of place here. She thought about a lot of things in the afternoon and she wanted answers.

Marshal Hong frowned. After these people came here, he felt that they were not ordinary. However, when he thought that no matter how many monks and Taoists came, they would not be able to do anything to him, he felt relieved. Now they had just entered his territory and could still have their own ideas. He decided to wait a little longer.

His eyes drifted away, and a charming girl twisted her waist and tried to pull Lu Yuner. Her delicate voice rang out: "Sir, come and dance."

Lu Yuner glanced at her and said nothing.

Seeing that he didn't react, the woman prepared to attack. As soon as her hand touched Lu Yun'er, a golden light shone on Lu Yun'er's body. The woman screamed. Marshal Hong stood up with a face full of anger. He opened his mouth and said, "I kindly invited you to the banquet, and this is how you treat my kindness?"

Following Marshal Hong's action, the originally extravagant banquet came to a sudden halt, the lights dimmed, and everyone attending the dance stopped what they were doing and looked at the three of them expressionlessly.

Lu Yun'er only felt a chill on his body, and he silently moved closer to Lu Xingzhou.

This scene was too horrifying. So many pairs of eyes staring at him expressionlessly made him feel frightened. However, Lu Xingzhou didn't care at all. He knew that except for the more than thirty concubines, the others were just illusions.

He looked at Red Marshal expressionlessly and said, "Who do you think you are? You look like a potato."

Marshal Red was furious. He couldn't tolerate being talked down to. He cursed and said, "Your motherfucker! You weren't even a thing when I was on the battlefield."

Lu Xingzhou silently said, "Shut up, Big Potato."

The Red Marshal's defense was broken, and the surroundings returned to their previous state. The lights came on, and this was still the dilapidated Red Hall. The Red Marshal sat on the sofa, and his wife sat a distance away from him, watching quietly.

Beside Lu Xingzhou, the concubines were smiling and talking sweetly, each one standing not too far from him, exhaling fragrant mist from their mouths.

Zhao Qingyi sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes. Lu Yuner squatted behind Zhao Qingyi holding Hu Qi.

Seeing that Lu Xingzhou did not react, their hands gradually formed a shape and they wanted to attack Lu Xingzhou.

Lu Xingzhou let out a click of his tongue, then rolled over and used the momentum to jump up and pull Big Potato up.

Marshal Hong wanted to fight back, but he was no match for Lu Xingzhou, who was proficient in martial arts.

Lu Xingzhou carried Red Marshal upstairs and tied him up directly with a chicken blood red rope.

He looked at the anxious women below and sighed.

[They are all poor people...]

Seeing Marshal Hong being captured, the lady also started to move. Lu Xingzhou's feet felt empty and a hole appeared in the house. After Lu Xingzhou fell down, the house returned to its original state.

As soon as he stood still, the house seemed to come alive and began to move, trying to swallow Lu Xingzhou in.

Lu Xingzhou sighed and used the tied-up Red Marshal as a cushion to step on.

Seeing that Marshal Hong was being stepped on and almost swallowed, the lady stopped her movements. She looked at Lu Xingzhou with a cold face and said, "Let go of Marshal."

Lu Xingzhou shook his head and said, "I don't."

He looked at Madam Red and was silent for a moment before saying, "Do you know who massacred your family?"

Madam Hong shuddered, and Marshal Hong also realized that Lu Xingzhou was immune to his evil spirit and his abilities.

Even his wife couldn't do anything to him. When he heard Lu Xingzhou say this, he quickly said, "Shut up, what do you know, you from the future?"

A charming voice sounded, and she said with a smile: "Old woman, the Marshal is so good to you, and you actually doubt him."

Lu Xingzhou looked at the woman in the cheongsam and said with a sigh, "You guys... you really won't turn back until you hit the wall."

He opened his mouth and said, "Li Jiaohong was 26 years old when she died. She was brought back from a brothel by Marshal Hong..."