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Chapter 219 Black Widow

As the queue went forward, two more were found along the way.

It's all the same result.

The strong man punched down directly, and his life and death were unknown.

Soon it was Henry Zhang’s turn.

Henry Zhang handed the invitation letter in his hand to the strong man without changing his expression.

The strong man glanced at Henry Zhang, then took the invitation letter and stared at Henry Zhang for a while.

"Brother, are you sure this is your invitation letter?"

Henry Zhang frowned, and when he looked back, the little Taoist priest behind him was smiling at him.

Obviously did something treacherous again!

However, Henry Zhang did not panic, and immediately asked the strong man calmly.

"Isn't it mine?"

The strong man held the invitation in one hand and frowned.

"This Ruhua seems to be a female name, right?"

Hearing this, Henry Zhang's face darkened, and then he realized where he had been cheated!
What the hell, this little Taoist went to snatch a woman's invitation letter.

I was in a hurry just now, and I didn't notice the name on the invitation letter, and I was tricked by this little Taoist priest inadvertently!
Henry Zhang didn't panic either, and immediately turned around and grabbed the invitation letter from the little Taoist priest, and handed it to the strong man at the door again.

"This is my invitation letter, I just got it wrong!"

Then Henry Zhang turned around again, and rewarded the little Taoist with a brain collapse.

"Why are you so naughty!"

The two fingers tapped on the little Taoist's forehead, and the sound was clearly audible.

The little Taoist was directly stunned by Henry Zhang.

Looking at Henry Zhang, a gleam flashed in the eyes of the strong man.

He is not a fool.

Got the wrong invitation?How can this be!

What a fool!
Do you really think this is playing house?

The strong man faced Henry Zhang and was ready to shoot immediately.

But at this time, Henry Zhang turned around, staring at the strong man with his eyes burning, and suddenly locked on the strong man with the aura of Xuanyang.

Staring into Henry Zhang's eyes, suddenly, Henry Zhang's momentum changed, and the strong man's breath was choked.

I just feel that facing the monstrous beast, this is a threat of life and death, and the strong man must not dare to give birth to a trace of resistance in the face of Henry Zhang!

For a moment, the strong man was sweating profusely, feeling that his life was in the hands of the person opposite him.

Soon Henry Zhang withdrew his momentum, and this feeling suddenly disappeared again.

"I said I took it wrong, can I go in now?" Henry Zhang looked at the strong man lightly and asked.

"Yes... Yes!" The strong man responded with a hoarse throat.

"Thanks."

Henry Zhang showed a harmless smile, took back the invitation, and walked in swaggeringly.

The little Taoist watched Henry Zhang walk in, and a hint of doubt appeared in his eyes.

Generally speaking, isn't the security of this auction all guarded by high-level people?

When did it become so watery that such a foolish reason could be included?

After the strong man put the little Taoist priest in, he immediately asked people to rotate him, and he quickly walked into the auction to report.

In the room, a woman about 25 years old was lying on her side on a leather sofa and smoking a cigarette.

This woman looks very sexy. She is wearing a cheongsam. The cheongsam makes the woman's figure more slender. There is an embroidered hollow on the chest, revealing a touch of snow white.

The hem of the cheongsam was also opened very high, revealing her smooth and jade-like calves.

The woman sat on the leather sofa, blowing out smoke rings and looking at the strong man who had just entered.

But the strong man who just came in didn't dare to look around at all.

Bowing his body respectfully, he reported to the woman exactly what happened just now.

The woman looked at the strong man with a sneer on her face.

"Aren't you a master of the fifth layer of Xuanyang Qi? Are you still scared by him?"

The strong man lowered his head and was sweating profusely.

"Madam, although he looks ordinary and doesn't show any fluctuations in strength, I'm sure he must be a master. I've never experienced the feeling of being stared at by a fierce beast on the verge of life and death."

The woman's beautiful eyes flashed, and she leaned forward to look at the strong man.

A smile appeared on his face.

"Then tell me, can I give you the same feeling?"

The strong man didn't know what to answer for a moment.

He fell to his knees on the ground with a plop.

The woman looked at the strong man with a smile and threw out a knife.

"Let someone in without authorization this time, cut off two fingers yourself!"

"But I want to tell you, no matter who comes here, they must abide by the rules set by my black widow!"

The strong man's body trembled, and the fear in his heart couldn't be increased.

But due to the woman's order, he still put his two fingers on the apology.

Cut it all down!

The strong man was obviously in severe pain, but he didn't dare to shout out in front of the woman.

He just gritted his teeth and squeezed the remnants of his fingers tightly.

The woman suddenly felt dull looking at the strong man.

"Okay, you go down."

After hearing this, the strong man hurriedly resigned as if he had received an amnesty.

When the strong man carefully bowed his body and stepped back to close the door, he realized that his back was already soaked through.

Henry Zhang came to the auction hall and found a seat to sit down. After the little Taoist priest came in, he also sat down next to Henry Zhang.

Henry Zhang looked up at the auction room, only to notice that this is a second-floor space. There are about 30 seats in the lobby on the first floor. At this moment, they are almost all seated. Everyone is like them, with all kinds of Different masks make it difficult to see the specific identity.

Looking up, the second floor was originally a large space, but five rooms were artificially separated.

The window of the room faces the auction house, but the windows of each room are separated by a layer of gauze.

Presumably it should be specially reserved for some distinguished guests.

In less than a while, some people came to the private room upstairs one after another, and they opened with the light veil.

There was a sudden silence below.

Seeing Henry Zhang looking around like a curious baby, the little Taoist also approached Henry Zhang with a solemn expression.

"Let me remind you, although you were lucky enough to get in just now, this is a ghost market after all. All kinds of fish and dragons are mixed together. Don't get into any conflicts if you can avoid them, especially the people upstairs. Don't mess with them."

"Those people upstairs basically have deep backgrounds. Squeezing an ordinary rich second generation like you to death is as easy as crushing an ant."

Henry Zhang glanced upstairs and curled his lips.

But he didn't pay much attention to what the little Taoist said.

Anyway, I know that there seem to be very few people in this world who can easily crush themselves to death.

After waiting for about ten minutes.

A woman in a cheongsam walked up gracefully, but she was not wearing a mask, and she stood in the middle of the hall with a small wooden hammer in her hand.

All of a sudden, there were bursts of boos in the field.

The woman didn't seem to care, she smiled and stood in the field and bowed to everyone.

There was also a whisper of discussion in Henry Zhang’s ear.

"I'm going, today's host turned out to be Black Widow?"

"Yeah, I didn't expect that the black widow would also come to this small county town!"

"This f*ck is really a veritable femme fatale!"

Henry Zhang frowned.

But this time the woman on the stage spoke slowly.

"Welcome to the auction, all guests. I am Zhao Mengying, and I am also the host of this auction."

As soon as the woman made a sound, there was a sudden silence in the field.

No one dared to make a sound.

Henry Zhang couldn’t help frowning.

"Who is this black widow? Why does it feel like their faces are all afraid of her?"

The little Taoist priest looked at Zhao Mengying on the stage with a hint of fear on his face.

"This Mengying, nicknamed the Black Widow, belongs to the Corpse Refining Sect and is also a ruthless person. According to legend, she made her husband into a bronze corpse!"

(End of this chapter)