Chapter 151

"The problem lies with the coffin."

Murong Shan put away the compass, "Eight coffins to ward off ghosts is a Feng Shui formation to ward off evil spirits. As a result, eight people still die in Wanglong Building every year. Obviously, it has not played a role in warding off evil spirits."

Zhang Shikai agreed with a serious expression, "There must be something wrong with the formation. Master Yu, if you want to solve the problem, you need to call someone to knock down the concrete floor."

"No problem." Yu Jiqing opened his suit, took out a mobile phone from his pocket, and walked aside to contact the construction team.

Not long after,

the construction team rushed to the scene.

After Uncle Li and the owner of Wanglong Building had discussed it, the construction team began to work.

With the sound of mechanical noises in the formation, the floor tiles of the Bagua were broken and opened to reveal the soil surface, and then they dug deeper. After a while, eight red wooden coffins appeared in the dark pit, facing eight directions, forming the shape of the Eight Diagrams.

Yu Jiqing saw that eight coffins were really dug out, and he couldn't help but feel goosebumps all over his body.

As the coffins were unearthed, a gloomy wind began to blow in the air, and a gloomy and evil aura similar to a tornado gathered.

The temperature around dropped a few degrees.

Chu Yueqing watched quietly, looked at Wei Yanlin, and said, "This formation is wrong, go and check the coffin in the Zhen position."

The coffins formed the positions of the Eight Diagrams, and Zhen was the position of one of the coffins, representing that thunder was in the east.

Murong Shan and Zhang Shikai were still checking the coffins one by one.

Seeing the camera pointed at Chu Yueqing, Murong Shan thought she was deliberately trying to show off, and sneered: "Friend Chu, Feng Shui formations are different from fortune-telling. You need to work hard to understand Feng Shui formations. You can't just say there is a problem somewhere." "

I admit that I am not as good as you in fortune-telling. But Feng Shui, I am an expert, and Master Zhang is even more of an expert. Even he didn't see the problem, and you didn't even come down to take a look, but you can find out the problem?"

Murong Shan sneered. Why didn't he believe it?

The atmosphere was tense again.

Yu Jiqing wiped the sweat from his forehead and was thinking about how to smooth things over.

Suddenly, Wei Yanlin, who was standing on the steps, looked up in surprise after checking the coffin: "There is really something wrong with this coffin."

With one sentence, Murong Shan's expression changed in a variety of colors.

He looked at Zhang Shikai suspiciously and went to take a look.

He saw that the lids of the other mahogany coffins were painted with golden runes, but the coffin on the Zhen position was empty.

Zhang Shikai touched the wet coffin lid and took out the compass. The compass needle was slowly turning. He looked around and concluded, "This place is full of evil spirits. It is an extremely evil place. The previous Feng Shui master's skills were not good enough, and the talisman he drew was unstable, causing it to melt after it went into the ground." After

Zhang Shikai's explanation, Yu Jiqing understood, "Master Zhang, is it true that the ghost-suppressing formation is useless because there is no talisman on this coffin?"

"Yes." Zhang Shikai climbed out of the pit and asked his disciples to prepare the tools for drawing the formation. "The Eight Coffins Ghost-Suppressing Formation is a method of suppressing evil spirits. It complements the Bagua orientation diagram on the ground and aims to suppress evil spirits underground. Due to the lack of runes, this formation did not succeed, but instead encouraged the arrogance of the evil spirits."

"Eight people die in a year." Yu Jiqing thought for a moment, and suddenly he reacted and looked up, "There are also eight coffins. Could it be that the eight dead people were used to fill the coffins?"

"Eight empty coffins must have people sleeping in them." Zhang Shikai sighed, "The Feng Shui master at the time probably didn't think of this mistake. Instead of completing the formation, it harmed more people. Master Yu, in order to save more lives, I will perform a ritual to redraw the formation. No one is allowed to disturb."

Yu Jiqing also understood the dangers of being disturbed by others when the Feng Shui master was drawing the formation, and he responded repeatedly: "Master Zhang, don't worry, I will definitely keep an eye on the people."

Chu Yueqing took out the compass, the pointer spun wildly and then aimed at the building. She looked at the building, and saw that the door of the building was facing a dark hole, and countless evil spirits were spreading out from it.

Then, she looked at Zhang Shikai who had already jumped into the pit, and after thinking for a while, she decided to tell him, "Master Zhang, the problem is not with the eight coffins."

"Regardless of whether they were suppressed or not, the dead workers never thought of harming anyone."

Zhang Shikai disagreed, "Friend Chu, ghosts are irrational. Workers died tragically on the construction site, and their resentment was already overwhelming. People who practice Taoism should be compassionate and have a sense of justice. You are still young, and your compassion should not be used here. If they are not suppressed and sealed, they will harm more people in the future."

Murong Shan took the cinnabar handed over by his disciple and also sarcastically said, "It's fine if you don't come to help, but don't delay us anymore."

Chu Yueqing said in a light voice, "Okay, you guys are busy, I'll watch."

As she said that, she took the mineral water handed over by Wei Yanlin, found a chair and sat next to the pit, watching the two masters working in the pit with dirty faces.

An hour later.

Murong Shan was exhausted, and when he looked up, he saw Chu Yuexing dressed neatly and eating fruit, admiring their work like a monkey in a zoo.

He was so angry that he almost choked on his breath.

Are you here to work?

He thought it was just a picnic with public funds!

A high-rise building in Tsim Sha Tsui.

The glass of the French windows was all drawn up, and the environment was dark.

In the middle of the office sat a middle-aged man, the developer of Wanglong Building.

The secretary pushed open the door and came in. He put a newspaper on the table and asked worriedly, "Chairman, the news about Wanglong Building has become more and more outrageous in recent years. Do we need to intervene?"

Cui Xin picked up the newspaper and saw the headline "Wanglong Building has become a ghost town" on the front page. He smiled and said, "Don't worry about it. I don't make money from Wanglong Building."

Fengshui says that dead people bring good luck.

He didn't think so at first.

Wanglong Building has caused a lot of strange things since it was built. The landslide later killed a group of people. The official statement is 24, but in fact it is far more than that. There are

also many dead workers who were secretly buried by him.

From construction to completion, a total of about 60 people died.

As the strange things happened more and more, he was worried that it would affect the sale of the house, so he hired a Feng Shui master to set up eight coffins to ward off ghosts. The eight coffins would harm the health of the residents, but he didn't mind.

After all, he didn't live there.

It was not until the building was completely completed that he slowly realized that the more people died, the better his luck.

He took over the land for development in Mong Kok, shorted the stock and listed it, and amassed 200 million in cash.

In comparison, the negative news and dilapidated state of the Wanglong Building were not worth mentioning.

After all, the more people died, the better it was for him.

After Cui Xin found out about this, he stopped the ghost suppression bureau. The last coffin was not the rune melted, but it was not painted in the first place.

Suddenly.

The secretary received a call and relayed, "Boss, the owner of Wanglong Building brought a Feng Shui master to dig up the square and set up a new ghost control bureau."

"What!" Cui Xin sat up straight, his eyes full of anger and his face gloomy, "Quick, drive, I want to go to the scene!"

He absolutely would not allow anyone to touch the Feng Shui treasure land of Wanglong Building!

A few hours passed.

The formation was finally completed.

Murong Shan ordered people to bury the coffin. He looked at Uncle Li, raised his hand and pinched the beard at the corner of his mouth, and said with a look of a master: "Once the coffin is buried and the ghost-suppressing bureau is set up again, strange things will never happen in your building again."

Uncle Li asked carefully: "What about jumping off the building?"

Murong Shan was more confident and said bluntly: "There won't be any more incidents of jumping off the building. Don't worry. From today on, the curse of eight deaths a year in Wanglong Building has been broken."

Hearing that no one would die anymore, everyone didn't have to live in fear.

Tears welled up in Uncle Li's wrinkled eyes: "That's good. Last year, my son was one of the eight people. If we can't save him, it's good to save others."

Yu Jiqing was surprised and didn't know how to comfort him for a moment, "Uncle, don't worry. The two masters said that no one will die again, so no one will die again." Uncle Li shook

his head in a daze: "Thank you for your hard work, masters. I will go to the restaurant to arrange a banquet later. Masters, you have worked hard all day, have dinner and then go back."

"It's okay to have dinner, those who work hard deserve it. As for those who didn't help from beginning to end..." Murong Shan looked at Chu Yueling who was still sitting and sneered, "There's no need to invite them, right?"

Chu Yueling stood up, holding the mineral water and smiled: "The problem hasn't been solved yet, how do you know I'm not busy?"

Murong Shan laughed angrily: "The ghost suppression bureau has been set up, can't you see it?"

"Even if the ghost suppression bureau is well prepared, it doesn't mean that no one will jump off the building." Chu Yueqing said calmly.

"Impossible." Murong Shan's face darkened. "Someone jumped off the building before to fill the eight coffins. Now the formation is ready, no more people will die."

As soon as the voice fell.

A scream came from the rooftop of the building .

"Ajie, don't be upset!"

The shrill cry cut through the sky.

Everyone looked at it.

They saw a staggering man standing on the rooftop of the commercial building, wearing a brown suit and a messy hair. Who else could it be but the person who just bumped into Wei Yanlin?

A new person has appeared who is trying to jump off the building.

Uncle Li said in fear, "It's Ajie! Master, didn't you say that no one would jump off the building anymore? What's going on now?"

Murong Shan was also dumbfounded and had no idea what was going on.

On the rooftop.

Ajie's mother was standing next to him, with tears in her eyes, trembling as she reached out to the rooftop, "Ajie, dear, I know you're under a lot of pressure. Your father died when the square was built, and you're all your mother has left. Don't abandon your mother."

Ajie stood on the edge of the rooftop in a trance, his body swaying in the wind as he was about to fall.

Yu Jiqing ran up and hurriedly shouted, "Sir, don't be upset. You'll definitely die if you jump down. Don't jump!"

Ajie was filled with murderous aura.

Zhang Shikai shook his head in disbelief: "No, it's impossible. The ghost suppression bureau has been completed, so how could he be affected by the evil spirit and jump off the building?"

Doesn't this mean that the ghost suppression bureau he just created was useless?

No.

There was no way he could be mistaken.

It was obvious that Wanglong Mansion was being retaliated by evil ghosts, which is why so many strange things happened.

Yu Jiqing did not dare to delay and quickly took out his mobile phone to call the police. When he was panicking, he saw Chu Yuening following him and asked hurriedly: "Master Chu, the Ghost Suppression Bureau has been completed, why will people die?"

There was a strong wind on the rooftop.

Chu Yueqing's skirt was blown up, her eyes were cold, looking at the black air that kept surging up from under the cement. It was like they stretched out countless black tentacles to tightly suck on Ajie's back, pushing him out one by one.

"The Ghost Control Bureau is fine, the problem is the door of this commercial building. It is facing the Gate of Hell."

The Gate of Hell!

Murong Shan was shocked and widened his eyes, "You are talking nonsense!"

As soon as the voice fell, an even more violent evil spirit surged over, and the cold wind penetrated into people's skin, as cold as freezing people's bones.

Chu Yueqing didn't bother to pay attention. She took out a talisman from her pocket with two fingers, put it on her forehead, looked straight ahead, chanted a spell, and opened her eyes: "All those who are about to fight should line up and march forward! Go!"

With a whoosh, a yellow light rushed forward quickly.

When the talisman flew out, the two masters seemed to be hit by five thunders and were shocked on the spot.

Zhang Shikai said bitterly: "Use... use Qi to protect the talisman."

"No... Impossible." Murong Shan couldn't believe it. How could a trick that was once recorded in ancient books appear here?

Chu Yueqing... Chu Yueqing, a mere child, how could she do it?

The black tentacles that were tightly grasping Ajie were split apart by the yellow light that looked like a sharp sword. After a moment, they stuck to Ajie's back, and his originally shaky body was fixed.

Wei Yanlin was quick-witted and rushed forward to grab Ajie's suit and pulled it back hard.

With a plop, Ajie fell on Wei Yanlin, his expression was dull and his eyes did not blink.

Wei Yanlin turned over, put Ajie on the ground and took off the talisman paper. Seeing that Ajie was no longer disturbed by the evil spirit, he breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Chu Yueqing again, and shook his head.

"It's okay."

Ajie seemed to have just woken up from a deep sleep. His confused expression faded away and his eyes gradually became clear. After he sat up, he saw the people around him were stunned.

"Uncle Li, Aunt Li, why are you all here? And where am I?"

Everyone was shocked by Chu Yueqing's flying talisman.

The camera was aimed at the girl's beautiful profile. After a long time, she smiled slowly and said, "Okay, let's do it."

Wei Yanlin hurried up and followed Chu Yueqing downstairs.

Yu Jiqing followed closely with the photographer, completely forgetting about the two masters on the rooftop.

"Master Chu, you just said that the evil spirit of Wanglong Building has nothing to do with the people who died before?"

After going downstairs, Chu Yueqing took out the compass, and the needle on it shook. As they went downstairs, they finally saw the main entrance of the shopping mall.

"This is it."

Zhang Shikai followed closely, looking at the gate of the abandoned commercial building and looking around, "Little friend Chu, are you making a mistake? The gate of hell is usually opened in the place with the heaviest yin. How could it be opened here?"

Chu Yuening said, "Uncle Li, why don't you tell him what this place was used to do?"

Uncle Li recalled, "I heard that decades ago, this wasteland was a cemetery."

Several people's faces turned green.

The cemeteries are full of dead people, and the number is not as large as usual. Even if it is not a very gloomy place, there is no way to escape the evil spirits.

Murong Shan and Zhang Shikai looked at each other. How easy is it to peep into the secrets?

They stood here for a long time without seeing where the gate of hell opened.

There are lessons learned from the past.

They dare not be sarcastic anymore.

Yu Jiqing asked carefully, "Master Chu, what do you think we should do?"

"Simple."

After calculating the position based on the compass, Chu Yueqing put away the compass and looked at Wei Yanlin behind him, "Master Wei, please come over and draw a formation to seal the gates of hell."

Seal the gates of hell?

His tone was nonchalant, as if he was talking about an insignificant matter.

Zhang Shikai took a deep breath and said, "My dear Chu, don't joke. Where the gates of hell are opened is the rule of heaven and earth since ancient times. How can a man fight against heaven?"

"Yes, Master Zeng is quite powerful. But my dear Wei is just a half-baked man. If he is asked to draw a formation to seal the gates of hell, he might even lose his life."

Zhang Shikai has always been jealous of Chu Yueqing's talent, but he doesn't want to see people die in front of him for no reason.

He continued to persuade, "If the gates of hell are really here, the commercial buildings are all high-rise buildings, and the evil spirit cannot be dispersed. More and more people will die in the future. It is better to move away directly to avoid more troubles in the future."

Murong Shan was shocked by Chu Yueqing's flying talisman and didn't recover for half a day.

After coming back to his senses, he frowned and said, "Since you have seen where the Ghost Gate is, why not point it out? Master Zhang and I both know how to draw a formation, so we can try to close it."

"No need." Chu Yueqing said indifferently, "You are too bad at drawing formations. Master Wei, you can practice with us."

Murong Shan was once again furious.

He was willing to practice with them, but he was unwilling to use them. After all,

they have been learning for decades, so it is not possible that they are not as good as the two young men in drawing formations?

"I want to see what you can draw!"

Wei Yanlin came out, his face full of solemnity, "Xingxing, can I really do it?"

"Practice what you have learned." Chu Yueqing pointed out the location of the door, "Don't think too much, just draw an evil-repelling formation on the ground at the gate."

Wei Yanlin took off the cloth bag that was slung across his body, put it on the ground, and then took out the prepared cinnabar and brush one by one.

He recalled the formation book he was reading, closed his eyes, and concentrated.

The brush was moving very fast, and as the formation drawn by the dark red liquid became more and more full, Wei Yanlin's breathing became heavier, and it seemed as if a thousand-pound weight was pressing on his shoulders, and his spirit became more and more scattered.

This was because he had overdrawn his energy.

The formation was still halfway done, and he was ready to force himself to finish it, holding back the fishy sweetness in his throat.

At this moment, a group of black shadows suddenly appeared in the dark commercial building. When everyone looked carefully, they found that the black shadows had pale faces and were wearing armor. They were actually a group of ghost soldiers and generals, who were marching towards the gate with slogans.

The air was filled with the sound of ghosts crying and laughing, densely packed with men, women, old and young.

In an instant, they seemed to be surrounded by thousands of people.

Murong Shan was terrified: "It's... It's really the gate of hell."

It would be strange if nothing happened if the door of the living and the door of the dead were facing each other.

Seeing that the ghost soldiers and generals were about to come out and hit him, Murong Shan wanted to run away in a hurry, but his body was affected by the evil spirit and could not move.

With a trembling voice, he tried to look at Chu Yueqing, "Master Chu, please draw the formation faster. If they come over, we will be dead."

Chu Yueqing looked at the half formation of Wei Yanlin and patted his shoulder.

She took the brush, focused her eyes, and moved the brush very quickly, reinforcing the front half of the formation again, and completing the missing formation in the back half.

With the last stroke falling.

"Yi——!"

A muffled sound came from the air, and everyone seemed to hear the sound of a huge iron gate slowly falling.

Chu Yueqing looked at the leader of the ghost soldiers and said in a low voice: "Go back and tell the people below that the door of Wanglong Building is closed. You can change the route."

The leader held a spear and felt the pressure of Chu Yueqing's master. He nodded and then turned into mist with the ghost generals and dissipated.

In an instant, the evil spirit that enveloped Wanglong Building was swept away.

The evil wind stopped.

The ghosts stopped.

Everyone felt the shackles on their shoulders loosened. They looked at this scene and got goosebumps.

Someone who can seal the gate of hell with his bare hands and command ghosts and gods.

It's really scary.

Murong Shan recalled the things that had embarrassed Chu Yueqing before, and was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat on his back.

Zhang Shikai was not much better. When the program team was fortune-telling, he, like the other two masters, was jealous of Chu Yueling's talent.

They were all from the Taoist sect, but Chu Yueling's talent was beyond imagination.

He and Murong Shan, who didn't suffer for many years to get to where they are today?

"No." Zhang Shikai suddenly realized, "Brother Murong, just based on the character, we are far inferior to her."

The two masters who were famous in Hong Kong apologized to Chu Yueqing with blushing faces in front of the camera.

"Master Chu Tian, ​​we were too stupid and presumptuous before, please forgive us."

Chu Yueqing looked at the two people.

Murong Shan's old face was flushed with shame, and his arrogant attitude in the past was much weaker.

Zhang Shikai also seemed to have a sudden realization.

Judging from the faces of the two people, they did not do anything too excessive.

"Don't make this an example. If you go astray in the future."

Chu Yueqing paused and smiled: "I will chop you up with my own hands."

"No, absolutely not." Murong Shan promised, "We will never go astray in the future."

Relying on their kung fu skills, they like to show off their superiority and gain the respect of the neighbors.

But they can't practice witchcraft and hurt people with their own hands.

Things are not over yet.

After solving the disaster that would affect the neighbors of Wanglong Building, Chu Yueqing returned to the square again.

The pit has not been filled yet, and the construction workers are still shoveling soil on the coffin.

Many people stood around, looking at the coffin with red eyes.

Finally, Awen's mother couldn't help but wipe her tears and asked: "Master, can you tell us? Will the souls suppressed by the Ghost Suppression Bureau never be reincarnated?"

It turned out that the neighbors surrounding the coffin were all the relatives of the workers who were killed that year.

In order to accompany their families, they all moved into Wanglong Building.

They always thought that the weird situation in Wanglong Building was really related to their relatives, so they were always distressed.

If it weren't for the sudden accidental death, they wouldn't have to be buried here.

Chu Yueqing took the peach wood sword, counted with his fingers, and naturally figured out the bad intentions of the developer.

How innocent are the workers who have been suppressed here for forty years and cannot be reincarnated?

They didn't do anything to harm people. Even if the Ghost Suppression Bureau was still one tenth short, they were suppressed and could not be reincarnated.

Chu Yueqing was fed up with greed.

He had discovered that the incident at Wanglong Building had nothing to do with the death of the workers, but he let the dead die. Just for a ridiculous fate, he caused the death of so many people.

"Reincarnation? Of course you can."

A ghost that has not done evil will never be a powerful ghost in her eyes.

Chu Yueqing bit her middle finger, held the peach wood sword in her left hand, and wiped the blood on the peach wood sword with her right finger. A warm feeling continued to pass from the wooden sword.

She looked at the originally dark peach wood sword glowing with golden light and smiled.

"You think so too." After she

finished speaking.

She raised the peach wood sword and swung it.

The eight coffins in the pit exploded at the same time. As the soil was blown into the air, the coffins also broke into two halves.

The plan

to suppress the ghost was broken. Countless evil spirits surged up from underground. Everyone present saw the magical scene. Chu Yueqing held the peach wood sword in his left hand and put it behind his back. He put two fingers of his right hand together and pressed them against his forehead, closing his eyes and praying for the soul to be reborn.

The evil spirit gradually turned into golden light, and a light gate opened in the air. The golden light gathered into a silver bag and finally entered the light gate.

The family members of the buried workers knelt down one after another, begging God to bless their relatives to be reborn smoothly.

On the other side.

Just as the Qixian Road was about to reach the Wanglong Building, a Rolls-Royce accelerated.

Cui Xin was sitting in the back seat, and he made a phone call anxiously, "Tell the bodyguards to go to Wanglong Building immediately. No matter what, they are not allowed to touch my Feng Shui again!"

With the swing of a peach wood sword in the distance.

As soon as Cui Xin finished speaking, the car suddenly lost control and rushed towards a small van. When it hit head-on, the driver stepped on the brakes hard.

Just as it stopped, a steel pipe flew out from somewhere, and the sharp pipe head pierced through the iron sheet, piercing Cui Xin's head horizontally. Bleeding began to flow down from both sides of his ears. Cui Xin's hand loosened, and the mobile phone rolled down. He looked ahead with his eyes wide open.

The sudden accident soon closed the road.

The police officer rushed to the scene, saw Cui Xin's miserable state, and shook his head after hearing the driver's confession, "You have done too many things in your daily life. Prince Yan wants you to die at three o'clock in the morning and you are destined not to live past five o'clock."

He stepped on the brakes to avoid a disaster.

There is another disaster.

The night gradually darkened.

Yu Jiqing was recording the script for the end of the program in Wanglong Building.

With the arrival of a car.

A middle-aged man in a green Taoist robe got off the car. He had white hair but was energetic. After getting off the car, he carefully identified the scene and finally walked to Chu Yueli, who was sitting and resting on the flowerbed. He looked around and then solemnly pulled the hem of his clothes and made a bow.

"Senior."

Wei Yanlin looked at the president of the Metaphysics Club and was amazed. "President Liu? Who are you looking for?"

Half an hour later.

Liu Men was very impressed: "There are many talented people in the country. Who would have thought that Master Chu, who is good at fortune-telling on the show, is the master I have always wanted to find. If I hadn't just sensed the aura of Wanglong Building, I don't know when I can see you."

Although Chu Yueqing is young, she has already discovered the power of a Taoist master. With her in Hong Kong, there is no need to worry about the evil magic in Southeast Asia.

She deserves his respectful title.

"Master Chu, you must come to the Metaphysics Club more often when you are free. I will let those young people see you more often and let them learn from you."

"Okay, I will." Chu Yueqing responded to the kind invitation.

The two of them didn't know how long they chatted.

Finally, Liu Men met his senior and left with satisfaction.

Yu Jiqing also finished recording. He looked around for Chu Yueqing to add some shots, but saw that Chu Yueqing had already got on a taxi, so he called out anxiously.

But he only had time to see the girl's disappearing clothes and the white wrist sticking out of the car window, and then shook.

Yu Jiqing hurriedly asked the cameraman to record this scene.

He looked at the red taxi going farther and farther away, and slowly smiled.

"The road is long, Master Chu, we will meet again."

Whether it is Master Chu's hand that sealed the gate of hell or his hand that destroyed the ghost bureau to save the dead souls.

They are destined to add a rich touch to the metaphysical world of Hong Kong.

Night.

Guang Deye returned to the courtyard, cursing, "How great does she think she is? When I recover, who knows who will have the last laugh."

"This is the first time in my life that I have asked for peace, and she doesn't even appreciate it. It's ridiculous!"

Ah Shu opened the cabinet and took out a knife and a bowl from it.

Guang Deye saw it and thought Ah Shu was going to help him get the blood of other disciples.

You know, under the operation of the formation, a bowl of blood can help him recover his power and prolong his life.

After being angry for a day, Guang Deye finally felt a little relieved, "Ah Shu is still considerate and knows that I need blood."

Before he finished speaking, Ah Shu put the dagger against the aorta in Guang Deye's neck.

Ah Shu's eyes were cold, and he raised the corners of his lips slowly: "Master, you used your disciples' blood in the past, and today it's your turn to sacrifice yourself."

Guang Deye felt the sharp blade against his artery, and he was trembling with fear, "Ah Shu, don't be impulsive, listen..."

Ah Shu slid the dagger, and as Guang Deye's neck gradually twisted, he held the bowl next to the blade, and the bright red liquid quickly filled the bowl.

He looked at the full bowl of blood and smiled strangely: "Master, you said that I should grow up quickly."

At the same age, Chu Yueqing was stronger than him.

Jealousy and unwillingness have tormented him every day since the magic sword was cut.

What happened today also made him see a higher end.

He is stronger than Chu Yueqing.