Grave Robber: System, you want me to learn magic?

"finite incantatem."

The screams disappeared, replaced by the fishmonger's heavy panting, and the slight sound of uncontrollable limbs shaking on the ground.

Except for Qi Yan's explanation and the slight voice of the fishmonger, the whole box was dead silent.

And Wu Xie and Pan Zi were also at the beginning of this scene, and the rest of the frightened staff let go as quickly as possible, but none of them dared to pass Qi Yan and run to the door behind them.

Wu Xie and Pan Zi looked at each other, looked at each other, then walked behind Qi Yan at the same time, and stood still.

Qi Yan said disgustedly: "Are you pretending to be door gods? Pull up a chair and sit down. Pan Zi, who else wants to contact, call them now, if you can't, I will come to the door in person later."

Pan Zi's identity made him see this kind of scene a lot, and he quickly recovered, smiled happily, pulled the chair, sat down, put his hand on the back of the chair, took a bottle of wine and drank it Two bites.

"Master Qi, it's good if you wake up. There are no other people. These four are the people who hand in the accounts to the third master on weekdays. After cleaning up the four of them, the rest of them are useless, so they will naturally be obedient."

Wu Xie was still a little confused, she didn't know if she was wondering why Qi Yan was so handsome suddenly, or why he was the one who was beaten just now because it was Qi Yan who was playing handsome.

Anyway, he kept silent, as if he was thinking about something.

Qi Yan backhanded and gave the fishmonger a break first, and then asked under the bgm of the screams: "I said before, let them do what these guys want to do, and let them do it one by one when I wake up." Pack it up, you-"

Wuxie sits and waits to be scolded.

In the next moment, Qi Yan said in a very cheerful voice: "What did you and my third uncle exchange for the money in my ward? One week...wow, in two months, am I right?" You will receive good news for the next generation of the Wu family!"

I knew this kid was never serious!

Knowing what Qi Yan was connoting innocently, his face darkened in an instant, and he suddenly smiled, and said back: "You wait, when the little brother Fatty and the others come out, I will beat you up by the Miluotuo group. Tell me everything, hehe."

The fishmonger was screaming, and the rest of the guys didn't dare to call the police because they were not very clean, so they just huddled in the corner and shivered.

Pan Zi on the side had already opened the second bottle of beer neatly. He looked at the innocence who had returned to his previous appearance and smiled, and just looked at him without saying a word, taking another sip from time to time.

While talking, Wu Xie suddenly stopped, "Why is it so quiet all of a sudden?"

Qi Yan clapped his hands, and said word by word in a very contrived voice: "Hey, I forgot about the fishmonger! Is he going to die? What a pity, err."

No. Lost emotion. Xie, said indifferently: "One punch and one monster, be normal."

Qi Yan curled his lips and looked at the fishmonger who had passed out but was still twitching, "Is he dead or not? He's lucky if he didn't die. When the third uncle comes, he cleans it up by himself. If he dies, I'll present him with a dragon for cremation and ashes."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the others, "Ahem, Mr. Wu Xiaosan, I have something to say."

Two coughs, two sentences.

Deafening.

The other three guys, who were completely startled at the moment, were shocked. They all stood upright, looked at Wuxie respectfully, and bowed their heads.

Qi Yan looked at Wu Xie, "Third uncle must have dealt with these hob meat back then, now it's you..."

Looking at Wu Xie's staring eyes that were stupid and not stunned, Qi Yan was silent for a moment.

In the next second, he suddenly changed the subject, and said, "Forget it, it's probably hopeless in the short term, so I'd better leave you to the fat man to torture. It just so happens that the fat man should also lose weight."

Politeness: Are you innocent?