"Catch someone for me."
His voice was old and hoarse like sandpaper, and every breath he exhaled was filled with a rotten smell.
That's the smell of dying.
Boss Bai was stunned for a moment, unable to react. "Master, why don't we wait until we get back..."
No matter how lawless he was, he knew it was not good to do anything too outrageous in public.
Especially when it comes to their secrets.
But before he could finish his words, the old man couldn't wait any longer and grabbed the air backwards.
One of the men was forcibly sucked over, and while he was still confused and at a loss, his crown was grabbed.
The old man pressed his skinny hands tightly on it and immediately began to practice the exercises.
"ah!"
After a scream, the subordinate suddenly collapsed and fell to the ground, shrinking into a piece of skin.
It took only two seconds, and by the time the people on the opposite side reacted, the person was already dead.
"What kind of weird Kung Fu is this? It's too scary." Electric Eel, a hacker otaku, had never seen such a scene before and was instantly scared pale.
Xiao Yunting and the others all had stern expressions on their faces; even Lu Guanshu and Black Widow beside them showed hints of fear and disapproval.
They are outlaws, yes, but they are also human beings.
They really couldn't accept this kind of inhumane and body-repairing martial arts method.
The old man who had sucked the energy from his subordinates finally breathed a sigh of relief. When he opened his eyes again, although his condition was not as good as before, at least he had gotten rid of his deathly aura.
"You are really amazing. I have been traveling in the world for hundreds of years, and I have rarely met a child with such extraordinary talent as you." He stared at Ye Lan opposite him, the light in his eyes even crazier than before, as if he was looking at a piece of fat meat that he had to eat, greedy and disgusting.
"Hey, now that she has revealed your life story, even if we win, why don't you leave?" Hong Qing walked over and put her hands on the table, trying to expel the other party and end the game.
If I had known it was so weird, I would not have agreed to it in the first place.
However, the other party ignored her and kept staring at Ye Lan.
"Are you done? If you're done, it'll be my turn."
Hong Qing was furious and slammed the table, "Hey, you..."
As soon as she opened her mouth, she felt a chill on her back. When she turned around, she was shocked to see a huge cloud of fog.
The thick fog had formed at some unknown time and quickly condensed into a human face.
The huge human face opened its mouth wide, as if to bite off her head.
In extreme shock and panic, Hong Qing's whole body was stiff and she couldn't move. Just when she was thinking that she might die here today, she saw a breeze blowing from the side.
The wind carried a familiar smell that immediately drove away the face.
Hong Qing took a step back suddenly, turned her head and saw Ye Lan's hand withdrawn. Knowing that it was Ye Lan who saved her, she couldn't help swallowing and said with lingering fear: "Thank you."
Ye Lan shook his head and asked her to stand at the back. He raised his eyes and looked at the old man opposite him. He said slowly, "Please."
The old man sneered, not caring about being cursed for his dirty tricks behind his back. He took out the tortoise shell that had just cracked, broke off a piece and put it in his mouth to chew.
Crunch.
The hard tortoise shell made a crackling and grinding sound, accompanied by the old man's exaggerated chewing movements, which made people feel nauseous.
That was something that was taken into the coffin thousands of years ago, and he had the guts to eat it.
However, he not only ate, but also ate with great relish.
Soon, a trickle of black liquid flowed out from the corner of his mouth, dripped from his chin, and turned into black mist in the air.
When enough fog gathered, a black turtle formed in front of the table.
The turtle faced Ye Lan, and its dark green eyes looked at her, as if it could penetrate people's hearts and see all the dark sides of her heart as well as her past and future.
The old man sat behind the turtle, closed his eyes through the mist, and began to divine.
This is a very ancient method of divination, called the Word Spirit.
The so-called "words come true" is the highest level of divination and fortune-telling by the high priest. He can predict life and death without the help of external objects, and every word he says is precious.
But most people cannot cultivate to this level, so later some people tried to eat magic tools raw to increase the connection between the body and the divinity.
Of course there is an effect, but the side effects are also obvious.
Turtle shells are poisonous and can corrode the internal organs.
The old man is going all out to take Ye Lan down as his furnace.
The turtle grew bigger and bigger, and finally occupied almost the entire table. It was emitting black energy and looked very ominous.
Everyone around it automatically avoided its eyes and subconsciously felt fear.
Only Ye Lan sat there without moving, his eyes level with the turtle, and the two of them looking at each other created a strange scene.
It was obvious that the giant ghost should have the upper hand, but because the girl was too calm and composed, she had the upper hand in momentum.
The old man across the table also changed from a calm expression at the beginning to a puzzled one. Finally, he closed his eyes and frowned, as if he was using a tortoise to tell fortunes.
But still tried unsuccessfully.
This made the old man very anxious.
His forehead began to sweat again, and he began to count the fingers and use magic spells to try to find a breakthrough.
However, what the giant turtle saw was still blank.
"How could this happen, how could this happen..." He muttered to himself, and in disbelief, he took out another piece of turtle shell and swallowed it. After the mist more than doubled, the turtle almost solidified into substance.
It looks even more creepy.
Ye Lan was still staring at it, the man and the turtle seemed to be playing a game of staring.
The children might find it amusing, but the people around knew how dangerous it was and didn't dare to breathe.
Ye Lan didn't seem to be in a hurry. Seeing that he was still groping, he picked up the kettle, poured himself a cup of tea and started drinking.
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