Crazy, dare to crack down on this celestial master

A tattered rag doll with Mao Jun's name written on its body, and dense needles pierced above its eyes and ears.

Yao Qiuqiu picked up the doll from Mao Jun's hand and looked at it carefully.

"Look, the clothes on this doll are poorly made at first glance, and the threads on the strips are almost able to pull off the whole doll's clothes."

Yao Qiuqiu frowned, holding the thread torn from the doll in his hand.

"Line? Bad clothes?"

When Mao Jun heard this, he was also shocked, and hurriedly took the doll back from Yao Qiuqiu's hand.

The main body of the spell doll obviously doesn't match the clothes on it, and the clothes on the spell doll are obviously much bigger than this doll.

Moreover, how could this be called clothes? It was clearly a thing like a sleeve with two holes dug out, so that the doll's hands could be stretched out.

"Master! This... this...you wait, I seem to remember!"

Xiaoli looked at the doll's clothes thoughtfully, then her expression changed and she rushed directly into the house.

After a while, she took out a white short sleeve.

"Master, your white short sleeves were originally long sleeves, but for some reason, the sleeves were missing, so... I decided to change it for you."

Xiaoli blushed a little, and gave the T-shirt to Mao Jun in embarrassment.

"So that's it! That's it! This man is so vicious!"

As Mao Jun spoke, his expression changed, and cold sweat dripped down his back.

"This spell doll is the most common type of witchcraft, but this doll is no ordinary spell doll."

Mao Jun's eyes were fixed, but luckily he held back his anger just now and didn't do anything to the witchcraft doll.

"How about the spell doll?"

Yao Qiuqiu frowned and looked at Mao Jun.

"There are two types of spell dolls, one is low-level witch spells."

Mao Jun said while taking off the clothes from the doll.

"Witchcraft spell dolls are to write the name and date of birth of the recipient on the doll, and use special needles to seal off the senselessness of the surgeon, causing him to hallucinate, and then use this method to create the illusion of natural death."

Mao Jun looked at the spell doll in his hand, and as expected, under the clothes, he found Mao Jun's birth date.

"Which one is there?"

Xiaoli and Yao Qiuqiu spoke in unison.

"There is another kind, which is the one in my hand."

Mao Jun turned the doll over, and on the back of the doll, some dark red characters were crookedly engraved on the doll.

"It's a blood curse."

Mao Jun sighed.

"Extremely vicious curse technique, illusion technique is just a cover, this is the real killer move."

Mao Jun gasped.

"The person under the curse will lose all five senses as time goes by, and his flesh and blood will fester and die."

"And this blood curse can only be lifted by the caster himself. There is absolutely no other way."

Mao Jun gasped, he thought he didn't offend anyone, why did this vicious blood curse befall him.

"Lose all five senses? Flesh festers all over?"

Yao Qiuqiu muttered, his eyes full of horror.

"Master, then you..."

"Yes, I'm under a blood curse."

Mao Jun said with great certainty.

"For the current plan, we can only find the person who cast the blood curse."

Xiaoli gritted her teeth.

"Master, I'm going to let the property adjust the surveillance right now, and I will definitely find this person."

Xiaoli took a deep breath, with tears in her eyes, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

"Blood curse, blood curse, the person who casts the curse will never be reborn. What a great hatred and resentment."

Mao Jun couldn't help but sighed.

"Then... what should we do now?"

Yao Qiuqiu looked at Mao Jun with worry in her beautiful eyes.

"Seven days to mourn, don't worry, I can live for at least one more month."

Mao Jun smiled wryly, his great years have just begun, so it's not going to end like this.

"By the way, your family dinner?"

Mao Jun looked at Yao Qiuqiu as if he suddenly remembered something and asked.

"In your case, it's better to find the murderer. As for the family banquet... I'll just go and talk to my father."

Yao Qiuqiu gritted his teeth and said.

"It's okay, this is the first day, and there must be no serious problems. Since I promised you something, it must be done."

Mao Jun shook his head, but he looked down at the dirty clothes.

Apparently, this expensive suit has been completely scrapped.

"I'll go change clothes." Mao Jun had no choice but to change into a cheap suit.

After saying hello to Xiaoli, Mao Jun accompanied Yao Qiuqiu to the so-called family banquet of the Shanghai Central Group.

"It's here, it's here."

Yao Qiuqiu's car stopped under a towering skyscraper.

The naked eye of this building can't find his top floor at all.

"Let's go, father... President Yao is already waiting for us."

Yao Qiuqiu's current identity has not been disclosed, so naturally he cannot be called Yao Zhen's father on such an occasion.

"it is good."

Mao Jun is not someone who has never seen a big scene. He and Yao Qiuqiu are playing the role of a young couple now. He put his wrist beside Yao Qiuqiu, and Yao Qiuqiu naturally put his arm on it.

In the resplendent banquet hall, there are gorgeously dressed men and women everywhere

And Yao Qiuqiu was obviously not used to it, she cowered behind Mao Jun with a look of embarrassment.

"Hey, these two have never met in the group, which department's executives are they?"

Not long after Mao Jun entered the banquet hall, a sharp female voice came from behind.

The woman wore a high ponytail, and a gorgeous black dress made her look like a noble black swan.

And this woman looks to be in her twenties, and the people around here are all respectful to her, so her identity is definitely not simple.

"This must be Mr. Yao's daughter, Yao Dizhu."

Mao Jun looked at the proud girl without any timidity, but greeted her with a smile.

This Yao Dizhu's eyes were fixed, his brows were hard to detect, and then he laughed.

"I didn't expect to know me. You must be from the Qin Group."

Yao Dizhu snorted coldly, and looked at Mao Jun with even more disdain.

"Let me tell you first, it's not a liar, and they all stayed at the family banquet of our Modu Central Group."

Yao Dizhu glared at Mao Jun coldly again, seeming to be full of hostility towards Mao Jun and Yao Qiuqiu.

After saying this, Yao Qiuqiu stepped on the high heels and walked towards the front without looking back.