Burning Incense In Prison: Mistaken For A Fortune Teller

"three hundred???"

Zhao Wuji was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth. He looked at the young man sitting across from him and drinking porridge. Underneath his handsome appearance, he was a complete murderer. He thought he would deal with a lot of people, but he didn't expect that he would clear out three hundred trash fish. He couldn't imagine it. How many people will die in the end.

"Eat quickly."

Zhao Yi was as calm as ever: "Two days are still too short, otherwise I would have wanted to kill the Soul Captor Sect and destroy this sect as well."

It's almost the end of the month, and the special envoy from Xiangliu's organization is coming. The Soul-Calling Sect is hidden in the Shiwan Mountain. It will take at least seven days to go back and forth, otherwise he will really come and be destroyed.

"Do you know where the Soul Capturing Sect's lair is?"

Zao Wuji was keenly aware of Hua Dian, and his speech speed unconsciously increased a lot: "Don't be joking, this matter is very important."

The reason why the night watchman's encirclement and suppression failed decades ago was because the terrain of the Shiwan Mountains in Nanling was complex, and there was a miasma lingering all year round that even the warriors could not prevent. Various poisonous insects were hidden under the leaves or in the crevices of the rocks, and there were also people... The agency was so hard to guard against that it suffered heavy losses even before it could find its lair.

"certainly."

Zhao Yi said lightly: "Don't forget that I am a fortune teller. I have suppressed a clone of the previous sect leader Ning Qian. Except for a few areas, I have a thorough understanding of the Soul Capturing Sect. I know that they have thousands of traps in place. where."

"Brother Zhao, you are really a person who can constantly create surprises!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes were burning, and he felt that he had endless energy. He wished he could go back to the fields in the small town, kick the donkey aside, and plow ten acres of land by himself to vent his anger: "I want to know the location of the soul-destroying sect's lair." , avoiding those thousands of deadly traps, he can submit it to the Night Watch Department for the task of encircling and suppressing the Soul Capture Sect again!"

Decades ago, he was a martial artist. Seeing his companions die in front of him, he collapsed helplessly and dreamed of overthrowing the Soul Captor Sect.

"Work hard first, and we'll talk about this later."

Zhao Yi also knew that handing over the location of the Soul Captors was a great achievement in the Night Watch department, so how could he hand it over to a reckless man like Zhao Wuji in vain.

After the two of them finished eating, they left the breakfast shop.

The second round of sweeps was obviously much slower, but they were all people with status, unlike the insignificant chess pieces on the outermost layer. It didn't end until eight or nine o'clock in the evening. Zhao Wuji was already going numb, and there were four more Hundreds of people were beheaded by Yuan Shasheng!

Every time before killing someone, Zhao Yi would take out the video on his cell phone and tell Zhao Wuji that the crime he had committed was legally enough to warrant the death penalty!

The body was incinerated by Zhao Yi, leaving nothing behind.

What Zhao Wuji didn't expect was that Yuan Shaisheng, who had killed so many people, not only did not become more evil, but actually revealed the sanctity of Buddhism. He had lived for most of his life and had never heard of any anecdotes, but he was so... It’s strange that this is the first time I’ve seen it.

"Killing one person can save thousands of people. What objection do I have to Buddhism?"

Zhao Yi looked sternly and asked Zhao Wuji. Without waiting for his answer, he said loudly and forcefully: "The difference is that they stand too high and have forgotten the sufferings of the world. They enjoy the wealth and anointment of the general public, even though their subordinates are committing crimes. , sooner or later he will fall from that position.”

The family property must have been confiscated. Zhao Wuji said that there would be special personnel to do this and remit it to the account of the night watchman department, which made Zhao Yi a little regretful.

Although Jinxiu County is generally poor, with a fiscal deficit of more than one billion, those scoundrels who are backed by the Soul Captors and specialize in black businesses prohibited by law, even if most of them have to be handed over to the Soul Captors, are still A very wealthy man.

"We found a big fish!"

There was undisguised excitement in Zhao Yi's eyes: "I learned from Gang Zai that there will be a party at Fululai Hotel tonight, and the dandy boys from several surrounding counties will come to celebrate becoming the direct disciple of an elder from the Soul Capturing Sect! "

The two went immediately.

Fululai Hotel is a landmark building in Jinxiu County. Every month, big shots hold parties there. The luxury is not inferior to the big hotels in the city.

Today is to celebrate the young master of the Ding family in Jinxiu County. He was favored by an elder of the Soul-Snatching Sect and will become a formal disciple in a few days. Many playboys from several counties around have come here. Although they do not belong to the Soul-Snatching Sect, they are also controlled by other small sects in Nanling.

Wealth, friends, and land.

Cultivation cannot be separated from money, and everyone wants to get a piece of the pie.

However, it is done very secretly, and all the counties chosen are remote and backward. I have never paid special attention to it before.

Although the Soul-Snatching Sect is not first-class in Nanling, it is also a behemoth. They all want to come and curry favor with them. They are not the lowest-level outer disciples, but they are favored by an elder and will surely be successful in the future!

The entrance of the hotel is full of luxury cars, from Audi to Ferrari, none of which is less than one million.

There were about 50 or 60 cars, although the scene was not as grand as the one in the old one.

Zhao Yi walked in the front, followed by Zhao Wuji and Yuan Shasheng. When they arrived at the door, they were stopped by the security guard on duty. They took a glance at the man they had never seen before, and he was not wearing any brand name: "Excuse me, do you have an invitation?"

"No."

As soon as Zhao Yi finished speaking, the security guard refused: "We have a party for distinguished guests tonight, so we are not open to the public. We are really sorry."

Although the words were correct, the tone was arrogant.

The Fululai Hotel is the property of the local Ding family, and the security guard is naturally a trained confidant, and he is also a bully.

Zhao Wuji, who was standing at the back, was very angry. He stepped forward to the security guard and slapped him twice. His face was swollen like a pig's head in an instant: "Open your dog eyes and take a good look. The young master is a close friend of Ding Yuanhang in the Soul-Snatching Sect. He is so bold that he dares to stop me!" The security guard couldn't open his eyes after being slapped, but the other party could shout out the young master's name and the name of the Soul-Snatching Sect. He was so arrogant in Jinxiu County. He immediately tried to get up and welcome him inside. He didn't dare to blame him at all, for fear of being held accountable. The hotel lobby was cleaned up. Basically, everyone was there. They surrounded the young man who stood in the center. He looked about 26 or 27 years old and was elegant in a white suit. The entry of Zhao Yi and others instantly attracted the whole audience. "Who are you?"

Ding Yuanhang narrowed his eyes and saw the security guard who was slapped unconscious. He was already murderous: "You better give a reasonable explanation, otherwise it will be difficult to get out tonight."

Originally, he wanted to rely on being accepted as a personal disciple by the elders of the Soul-Snatching Sect, and to subdue the playboys from different sects in other counties, so as to build his own team and increase his momentum in the future. But such a thing happened, and he was very embarrassed.

Looking at Zhao Yi who had been silent, he signaled to the younger brother next to him.

The younger brother understood, took out a pistol from the small bag on the table, walked over and pointed it at Zhao Yi's temple: "Damn it, I'm talking to you, pretending to be deaf!"

Zhao Yi turned his head to look at the younger brother, his expression did not change, and his tone was very calm: "Wang Hongzhe, relying on being Ding Yuanhang's younger brother, loaned money at high interest rates to break up 32 families, and successively knocked out 45 people and sent them to the Soul-Snatching Sect, poured iron and blood magic, and died of blood loss."

"Sentence, death penalty."

After that.

Yuan Shasheng stepped out from behind, raised his sword and chopped down quickly, and Wang Hongzhe's head immediately rolled to the ground.