Not to mention Xie Zhiyi, even Lao Jin couldn't figure out what was so special about his young master that was worthy of being targeted by He Wenxiu, a stinky Taoist priest.
Lao Jin immediately reported this to Master Xie, who thought for a while and said, "Get rid of him."
"But sir, it's hard to explain to the young master."
"He's my son, he has to obey me." Master Xie said this nonchalantly, treating Xie Zhiyi like a cat or a dog. He had many sons, but apart from one outstanding successor, he never paid any attention to anyone. If Xie Zhiyi hadn't been able to influence the Xie family's feng shui, he wouldn't have bothered to even glance at him.
"In three days, a new person will replace him."
Old Jin was terrified. If there really was a new person to replace him as Mr. Xie said, one could imagine what would happen to him. It would not be much better than He Wenxiu's.
He was about to say something when the dagger in Master Xie's eyes cut him off. He lowered his head and chose to obey. "Got it. I'll do everything according to Master's instructions."
"Hurry up, I don't want any more complications." Mr. Xie remembered something and ordered, "Just give them 200,000 yuan for funeral expenses, and don't worry about anything else."
A life worth two hundred thousand is not as valuable as an organ.
They say people are not divided into different classes, but saying it is one thing and hearing it is another. The attitude of lip service is a true reflection of these wealthy people. As the most qualified housekeeper, Lao Jin has become accustomed to the orders of his superiors and has no rebellious heart.
His obedience satisfied Mr. Xie. After hanging up the phone, Lao Jin took out a pistol from the drawer and implemented his murder plan after seeing Xie Zhiyi resting in the monitoring room.
Lao Jin tiptoed to the windowsill, checked that there was no movement around, and began to wind the spring skillfully. After loading the bullet, he aimed at the person lying on the bed inside the door and started shooting accurately.
Unfortunately, Xie Zhiyi was a light sleeper, and he woke up completely when he heard the rustling sound outside the door.
He heard the sound of the bullet being loaded clearly, and without thinking, he pushed He Wenxiu, who was unconscious on the bed.
A bullet flew in from outside the door and hit the bed.
After missing the first shot, Lao Jin no longer hid himself. He rushed into the room and fired three consecutive shots at the person on the bed.
Bullets whizzed out. Lao Jin thought that he had practiced shooting for many years, and one of the nine bullets would definitely hit He Wenxiu's chest and deal him a fatal blow.
It was precisely this confidence that made him ignore the most realistic problem, that this was not an ordinary plane, but a supernatural plane.
In the era of cold weapons, hot weapons can effectively eliminate soldiers and sweep across a large area without any technology.
The supernatural is a replica of hot weapons, similar to some anti-Japanese dramas. Bullets are useful against low-level mortals, but they are useless against the mysterious Taoist priests.
Even in his half-asleep state, Xu Jing could dodge the bullets with his eagle eyes. No matter how fast the bullets were, it was nothing to Xu Jing. None of the nine bullets could hit him.
"Shit!" Lao Jin cursed. If he couldn't hit the target, would he stay here and wait to die? Of course he would choose to retreat.
But it was too late to leave. The door closed automatically, leaving no gap even through the window for him to get out.
Lao Jin bit his tongue and realized that he was careless this time.
The more careless one is, the more likely one is to make mistakes. He was sweating profusely and didn't know what to do for a moment. He could only look for help at Master Xie Zhiyi, who had been slapped twice by him and the slap marks were still there. "Master, save me."
Xie Zhiyi snorted coldly and turned away.
Why didn’t you do that earlier? Isn’t it a bit late to beg for mercy now?
He Wenxiu is a person who can even send ghosts to see the Bodhisattva. In Xie Zhiyi's opinion, this can no longer be described by human beings, and it is more reasonable to use the word "god" to describe it.
Can a god be destroyed by a mortal? Obviously not.
"Mr. He, you are so generous. Please forgive me this time, okay?"
Xu Jing smiled without saying anything, giving Lao Jin a glimmer of hope. He said with an apologetic smile, "You know, if I died, there would be no one to pass on the message to Master Xie. If I'm still alive, I can still do things for you."
"That makes a lot of sense."
Lao Jin was overjoyed and was about to agree when he was grabbed by a big hand in the void. By the time he reacted, his throat had been tightly grasped and he couldn't make a sound.
He whimpered a few times and looked at Xie Zhiyi for help. Xie Zhiyi coughed twice and said, "He's right. If you execute him, my father will not let you go."
Xie Zhiyi was well aware of his father's methods. As a man of swift and decisive conduct in the business world, he would never allow any troublemakers to appear in his family. Whether it was him or his other sons, as long as they were his children, he had the right to dispose of them.
He was cruel to his own son, not to mention He Wenxiu, a person with no blood relationship and who loved to jump in minefields. If he were Xie's father, he would have killed He Wenxiu long ago.
Lao Jin was just a pair of eyes for Xie's father. After killing him, the trouble it brought was more than imagined.
Xie Zhiyi wanted to settle the matter peacefully not because he was afraid of his father, but because he didn't want to cause any more trouble at this critical moment.
It must be said that they are a father and son, and their thoughts and actions are in line with their own goals. Xie Zhiyi wants to live, while Xie's father wants He Wenxiu's death. The interests of both parties do not conflict, and they can maintain a balance for the time being.
But soon, Xu Jing broke the balance. He didn't want to be bullied by flies all the time, and he didn't want to be ruined by passers-by.
"You keep killing me, and you think I have no temper?"
Xu Jing stared at Lao Jin with a smile on his face, the depth in his eyes was enough to swallow him up.
The smell of bloodthirstiness made Xie Zhiyi feel something unusual. He watched as He Wenxiu used an extremely unorthodox method to quickly deprive Lao Jin of consciousness. As the blood filled his eyes, he could no longer see anything, and even lost his hearing.
It was as if He Wenxiu isolated him in another world. For a moment, his heart was calm and his mind was empty.
By the time he wanted to see clearly, Lao Jin had stopped moving.
"What happened to him?" Xie Zhiyi reached out to touch him, and his hand was still warm, indicating that the person was still alive.
What exactly did He Wenxiu do to him?
"When you wake up, you will be my puppet."
"Soul-stealing?" Xie Zhiyi was shocked. "What methods did you use to control him? Are these unorthodox methods reliable?"
"You'll know once you see it."
Xu Jing snapped his fingers, and Lao Jin returned to normal from his previous dissociative state. After seeing Xu Jing, he said expressionlessly, "Mr. He, please tell me what I want to do."
"I sealed his soul and let his body do some things for me."
If you can kill a disobedient fly, kill it. If you can't kill it, train it into the most loyal dog. Since Lao Jin is still useful, just use him as a robot for now.
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