Chapter 503 Your Face Is Worthless
Feng Qingyang frowned: "Are you sure it was her who put it there?"
The head of the Nangong family nodded and said with hatred: "It must be her. No one else dares to do this."
"Master Feng, please go and ask her to take this thing away. Otherwise, it will bring disaster to my family and the next family. How many people will she kill?"
Feng Qingyang looked at the statue with the broken hand, and finally nodded and agreed to go find Jiang Ci.
The negative energy contained in the statue of the broken hand is too great, and it will absorb the surrounding luck no matter where it is placed.
If the owner of the statue with a broken hand is really Jiang Ci, then only she can control the evil god in the statue.
Patriarch Nangong quickly ordered Butler Jin, "Prepare the car! Take Master Feng to Jiangbei to find Jiang Ci!"
Jiang Ci looked at them leisurely, then glanced at the statue with the broken hand.
Originally I thought that the broken-handed statue had sucked away all the luck of the Nangong family, but now it seems that the Nangong family is not doomed yet.
"Little idol, keep up the good work and I'll take you home tomorrow."
Jiang Ci said to the statue with a broken hand.
Broken-handed statue: “…”
Afterwards, Jiang Ci returned to Jiangbei Yu Shui Bay and waited.
Feng Qingyang really showed up.
"Master Feng, this is Jiang Ci's home." Butler Jin thought of Butler Yin's tragic death and did not dare to go forward, as if there were landmines buried at her doorstep.
Feng Qingyang nodded indifferently and walked forward to ring the doorbell.
The door slowly opened, but there was no one behind it.
Feng Qingyang thought of something, put two fingers together, waved them towards his eyes, and opened his third eye.
When he looked again, he saw that it was a ghost at the level of Ghost King who opened the door for him.
Feng Qingyang's mouth twitched slightly.
The Ghost King is guarding Jiang Ci's house?
This Jiang Ci is more powerful than he imagined.
"Hello, I want to see Miss Jiang Ci, is she at home?"
The Ghost King smiled and said, "Master Feng, right? Master Jiang has already told you that you are coming and is waiting in the living room. Please come in."
There was a flash of surprise in Feng Qingyang's eyes.
She actually figured out the fact that he came to see her so quickly?
Butler Jin came with a mission. When he saw Feng Qingyang walking through the door safely, he also wanted to come in.
Bang!
It felt like an invisible palm was hit on the chest.
Butler Jin flew back several meters.
The Ghost King sneered: "Dogs from the Nangong family are not allowed to come in!"
Feng Qingyang coughed lightly, "I'll just go in, you wait outside."
Butler Jin nodded unwillingly: "Okay, Master Feng."
As soon as Feng Qingyang entered the villa, he immediately discovered that there was not only the Ghost King, but also an evil ghost cleaning the garden.
His old face twitched fiercely, and he asked the Ghost King: "Young friend Jiang Ci, is it inappropriate to raise a little ghost at home?"
The Ghost King smiled and said, "We followed Master Jiang voluntarily."
Feng Qingyang frowned.
Whether you are willing or not, raising a ghost will eventually backfire.
Led by the Ghost King, Feng Qingyang stepped into the living room and saw the girl in black sitting in the main seat.
The girl was beautiful, with cold eyes and eyebrows, especially when she glanced at him lightly, it made this old man who had lived for decades feel inexplicably palpitated.
That was the fear that emanated from the bottom of my heart.
Feng Qingyang had seen a lot of the world, and there was no sign of anything strange on his face. He smiled amiably and said, "You must be Young Friend Jiang Ci, right? You are indeed as noble as your reputation has been said to be."
Jiang Ci looked him up and down.
Feng Qingyang and Meng Rushong are the same age.
Although he was not raised by her like Meng Rushong, Feng Qingyang was still young when she met him, only seven or eight years old.
Now, decades have passed, and the little naughty boy of seven or eight years old has become an old naughty boy.
The youthful appearance can still be vaguely seen under the old face.
Jiang Ci remained calm, pretending not to know him, and said, "Master Feng, you have come all the way to see me. What can you do for me?"
Feng Qingyang said politely: "To be honest, I came here for a statue with a broken hand."
"The owner of the broken-handed statue is you, my friend, right?"
Jiang Ci readily admitted: "I am not the owner, but I put it in the Nangong Mansion."
Feng Qingyang frowned: "My friend, you should know how lethal the Broken Hand Statue is. Do you want to make the Nangong family extinct?"
"yes."
His old face twitched, "This is too cruel. As a master of the mystical arts, you do something unjust. Aren't you afraid of retribution?"
"No."
“…”
Feng Qingyang looked at her fearless expression, and everything he wanted to say was stuck in his stomach.
After a long while, he spoke.
"My dear friend, can you please put away the statue of the broken hand for my sake?"
"It's now targeting the Nangong family and will kill many innocent people."
Jiang Ci raised his eyebrows: "How much is your face worth?"
Feng Qingyang was stunned.
Jiang Ci continued: "Fellow Daoist, you came to my house to accuse me without any reason. Do you understand why I put the severed hand statue in his house?"
Feng Qingyang choked, he really had never understood it.
The head of the Nangong family hurriedly invited him back from outside, and he really didn't know the ins and outs of the matter.
Jiang Ci smiled and said, "Daoyou, let's have a cup of tea first."
"Xiaojiu."
"Here I am." Bai Chujiu came over with the brewed tea and poured a cup for Feng Qingyang with a smile.
"Master Feng, please have some tea."
Feng Qingyang stared at the thin Bai Chujiu in front of him. He felt that he looked familiar, but he did not recognize that he was his old friend.
Bai Chujiu deliberately wandered in front of him and stuffed some fruit into his arms.
"No thanks, I can't eat anymore." Feng Qingyang felt a little embarrassed.
Bai Chujiu burst out laughing, covering her mouth with her hands and said, "Master Feng, don't you recognize me?"
Feng Qingyang was startled, "Who are you?"
etc!
"Bai, Divine Doctor Bai?!"
Feng Qingyang jumped up from the sofa in shock, and the fruit in his arms fell to the ground and rolled to Bai Chujiu's feet.
Bai Chujiu picked it up with a smile, "It's me, Master Feng. It's only been ten years since we last met, don't you recognize me?"
Feng Qingyang was surprised and asked, "You have changed a lot. Did you have a serious illness?"
Bai Chujiu in front of him was too thin, like a malnourished child. If he hadn't looked carefully, he would hardly have recognized her as the once sunny, beautiful and gentle Doctor Bai.
Bai Chujiu smiled: "Well, being imprisoned for ten years is equivalent to having a serious illness."
"Imprisoned for ten years?!" Feng Qingyang was even more shocked. "Who has the guts to imprison you for ten years?"
He suddenly thought of something, his face turned grim, "Is it the Nangong family?"
Bai Chujiu shook his head, "No."
Feng Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief.
Jiang Ci added slowly: "It was the Su family who imprisoned Xiao Jiu for ten years. The Nangong family took out one of her kidneys and now they want her life."
Feng Qingyang was stunned: "????"
So this is the truth behind Jiang Ci's plan to destroy the Su family.
Because Doctor Bai was imprisoned and tortured for a full ten years.
The Nangong family also took away one of Doctor Bai's kidneys and wanted his life...
In comparison, it seemed reasonable for Jiang Ci to take away the Nangong family's luck.
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