In an instant, Li Mo's whole body trembled and he flew out horizontally.

It knocked over several tables and smashed them against the wall.

As fragile as a building block, Li Mo's body shattered on the spot, and large amounts of blood splattered on the wall.

This is undoubtedly a big move!

It attracted the attention of all the guests in the restaurant.

Meng's facial expression kept changing, and it seemed that his emotions were fluctuating greatly.

Qin Nuo looked at her, walked over, and looked back at Li Mo, who was no longer moving. His face was a little gloomy, and he asked Meng, "Meng, are you okay?"

Meng came back to his senses, looked at Qin Nuo, and shook his head slightly: "It's okay."

"Isn't Li Mo dead? How could he..."

Before Qin Nuo could finish his words, Meng said, "It's the one who cast the curse before..."

Then, she clenched her hands and spoke with a tone full of self-blame: "Brother, I'm sorry, I seem to have gotten into trouble."

"It's okay, let's go back to the hotel and talk."

Qin Nuo's face also looked unhappy. He felt that the atmosphere was a little wrong.

Those guests who were attracted to look over looked at the shattered Li Mo with intriguing smiles on their faces.

Qin Nuo was too familiar with this look, the look of someone enjoying the misfortune of others.

Qin Nuo grabbed Meng's hand and planned to leave here first.

But when he turned around, he saw a figure in a suit with his body wrapped in black bandages standing there, with a restaurant staff label on his chest.

Another restaurant staff member dressed similarly appeared beside Li Mo and bent down to check.

The ghost in the suit looked at Qin Nuo, his tone without any emotion: "My two guests, you may not be able to leave so soon."