Chapter 277: Hug each other, abuse the scum [2 more]

He said this lightly, with a smile in his voice, and there was obviously no threat in it.

But it makes people feel the pressure of death.

He said, that can be done.

Nie Yi was shocked and followed him out: "Yun Shen, you..."

He didn't finish what he was saying.

Fu Yunshen didn't drive. He took out a dark blue helmet and put it on, then started a motorcycle at the door.

This is a Suzuki GSX-R1000, with a speed of up to 289km per hour, which is faster than the average car.

Especially with the addition of floating double discs, the braking capability is very strong.

Nie Yi couldn't say another word.

With a rumbling sound, the motorcycle disappeared into the distance.

In a few seconds, it disappeared.

Nie Yi frowned, took out his cell phone and made a call.

On the other end of the phone, Captain Four looked serious: "Boss?"

Nie Yi's voice sank: "Prepare the car and go to the fifth house immediately."

Nie Yi rarely spoke in this tone, and Captain Four instantly realized that something urgent had happened.

"Boss, I'll go right away."

Nie Yi exhaled slowly and pinched his eyebrows.

The imperial capital has become increasingly turbulent in the past two years.

**

The fifth one.

Ancestral home.

West courtyard.

Several servants said with cold faces: "Go in, don't keep the Second Master waiting."

Ying Zijin raised his head, took a look around the yard, and his eyelashes drooped.

Then she followed the servants into the house on the right.

The ancestral home of the fifth family still retains the architecture of the Ming Dynasty, but the items used in the house are modern.

There are computers and air conditioning.

"Wait, Mo'er will be back soon." Diwu Hui said indifferently, "Don't even think about running away. If you leave, I will use Diwu Yue to stop you."

"Use me to ward off disaster—" Ying Zijin coughed twice, "You can try to see if your daughter has that fate."

"I don't know whether my daughter will survive or not." Diwu Hui looked down at her. "You will die. I can be sure of that."

Ying Zijin looked at the handcuffs on her wrists and the blood seeping out: "The method that the Fifth Young Master came up with is still being used by you now."

Hearing this name, Diwu Hui's eyebrows jumped fiercely, and his expression changed: "What do you know?"

The fifth Shaoqing is his ancestor.

They've been dead for three hundred years.

But this method of warding off disasters was indeed passed down from his ancestors.

When he entered the Taoism, his father also asked another person with the talent of fortune-telling to ward off disasters for him.

Therefore, he does not have the five disadvantages and three shortcomings.

He would not be punished for prying into the secrets of heaven.

Diwu Hui didn't want Diwu Mo to be troubled by the five disadvantages and three shortcomings, so he had already decided to find someone to help her avoid disaster.

It’s a pity that I haven’t found it after searching for so long.

If Fifth Yue had not brought an outsider back today, he would have planned to directly use someone from the Fifth Family.

"Of course I know." Ying Zijin's tone remained calm, "I also know that he wanted to use my apprentice to ward off disaster."

She had an impression of Diwu Shaoqing because of Diwu Shaoxian.

Just as there is evil among hypnotists, so too are there evil among fortune tellers.

However, she was too lazy to meddle in other people's business at that time and did not check where the Fifth Young Master got this method from.

Diwu Hui's expression changed again and again, and he sneered: "Nonsense!"

He thought this girl had gone crazy and was talking nonsense.

Still an apprentice?

Then he must be the founding ancestor of the fifth family.

Diwu Hui was completely impatient. He stood up, raised his hand and grabbed the girl's shoulder, and said to the servant beside him: "Bring the gold thread."

The servant quickly took it out from the cabinet and handed over a coil of golden silk thread.

"Have you seen this? But you don't recognize it either." Diwu Hui took it and sneered, "Now, I will use this gold thread to pierce several important points on your body."

As he spoke, he took out one and shook his head, saying with extreme contempt: "What a pity, you don't even have the ability to resist me."

"Well, I also said it." Ying Zijin looked at the golden thread indifferently, and her phoenix eyes even curled slightly, and she was very charming. "If you use me to ward off disaster, your daughter will die."

"Still being stubborn?" Diwu Hui sneered again, "I'm going to kill you today!"

He tightened the grip on the girl's shoulders and with his other hand, he held the gold thread and was about to pass it through a point on her shoulder.

But the tightly closed door was kicked open at this moment.

Diwu Hui's hands trembled, and he turned back suddenly: "Who? Who dares..."

He couldn't say the following words at all.

Something cold pressed against his forehead.

That's a gun.

Diwu Hui's body trembled and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He is just a fortune teller, not a ancient warrior.

Not to mention hot weapons, even cold weapons like swords and knives will hurt him.

Only the elders in the ancient martial arts world can cultivate to the level of being invulnerable to swords and knives.

How could someone break into the fifth family’s ancestral home with a gun? !

How did they get in?

The man holding the gun was Yunshan who came with them.

He followed Fu Yunshen's instructions and controlled Diwu Hui: "Who do you want to kill today?"

Ying Zijin took a deep breath and looked up. His face was still pale and his voice was very soft: "You are here."

As if she had found something to rely on, her body relaxed.

With this relaxation, the strength he had been holding on to was gone, and he fell into coma instantly.

Fu Yunshen's eyes changed, and he hugged her before she fell, and his arms suddenly tightened.

It's not like he hasn't seen her weak before.

The last time she treated Mr. Fu, she was so weak that she fell into a coma.

But this was the first time he had seen such weakness.

Fu Yunshen raised his hand and wiped the blood off her wrist bit by bit, leaving only a cold look in his peach blossom eyes.

But he didn't look at Diwu Hui. He wrapped Ying Zijin with his coat and walked out the door.

The huge air pressure also dissipated, and Diwu Hui collapsed on the ground.

By the time he reacted, his whole body was soaked in cold sweat.

Then, who is that person?

He wanted to move, but the cold muzzle of the gun was still against his forehead.

Diwu Hui believed that if he dared to resist, he would definitely be defeated.

"If you dare to touch Miss Ying, you're asking for your life." Yunshan sneered, "Kneel down. If Miss Ying suffers any damage, even if you have ten lives, it won't be enough to compensate!"

**

Ten minutes later, footsteps were heard again.

Some people went and came back.

When Diwuhui heard the voice, he couldn't help but shiver and his body shook.

He looked up and saw a man in a silky black shirt approaching him.

A pair of narrow and long peach blossom eyes, a beauty that can captivate everyone.

Born to be a charming and enchanting monster.

It is almost impossible for a man to grow to his size.

But Diwu Hui had no intention of appreciating the man's face. He only felt fear.

"Who are you?"

Diwu Hui asked himself whether he had ever seen Fu Yunshen in the imperial capital or in the ancient martial arts world.

He gritted his teeth and said, "How dare you meddle in my Fifth Hui's affairs?!"

Fu Yunshen still ignored him.

He raised his eyes and scanned the four servants in the room with his peach blossom eyes.

Yunshan understood.

He kicked Diwuhui to the ground first, and then, with extremely fast speed, he used his internal energy to attack the four servants.

Without even a chance to resist, these four servants who had trained in the ancient martial arts world fell to the ground.

Obviously he was dead.

Diwu Hui looked at Yunshan in disbelief: "You...you are also from the ancient martial arts world?!"

He knew the strength of his servants, how could anyone possibly take care of them all in just a few seconds?

Yunshan didn't answer, but said to Fu Yunshen: "Master, it's solved."

"You're crazy!" Diwu Hui's cold sweat broke out even more. "You dare to kill people in the Diwu family? Don't you want to stay in the imperial capital anymore?!"

However, as soon as he said this, his breathing stagnated.

A hand grabbed his head and locked his throat.

There was a "crack" and the sound of a bone breaking.

Diwu Hui screamed miserably.

Fu Yunshen looked at him and asked, "Whose life did you want to kill just now?"

"You dare?" Diwu Hui was in excruciating pain. "You dare to touch me? I have signed a contract with the Lin family. If I die, you will be dead too!"

The Lin family is a family in the ancient martial arts world.

The strength should not be underestimated.

Diwu Hui didn't believe that there was anyone who dared to go against the Lin family.

The man just laughed, very softly and slowly, with a low voice.

It's like the sound of a piano flowing slowly.

Diwu Hui's heart suddenly tightened.

He raised his head tremblingly, almost unable to breathe, and his face turned purple.

"You're joking." Fu Yun stepped deeply on Diwu Hui's hand, "I'll cripple you, kill your people, and I can destroy the Diwu family too."

He raised his lips and smiled coldly: "You can see, in his Lin family, or in the entire imperial capital, who dares to say no to me."

Ask Brother Fu for a sweet monthly ticket~~

(End of this chapter)