Murano Momo is a cunning doctor

At this moment, a middle-aged man wearing a crisp suit and a calm expression walked out of the mysterious room.

He walked up to Jiang Xiaochuan, bowed slightly, and asked in a gentle yet respectful voice: "Are you Mr. Jiang Xiaochuan?"

That calm demeanor and precise manner showed his professionalism.

Jiang Xiaochuan nodded, impressed by the butler's professionalism and unique temperament.

When the butler saw this, he smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation, "Mr. Jiang, please."

Under the leadership of the housekeeper, Jiang Xiaochuan walked through several long corridors and came to a study.

The door to the study room slowly opened, and a faint scent of ink and wood hit his face.

The moment Jiang Xiaochuan stepped into the study, he found that Zhou Lidong was not there.

At the same time, the strange feeling became stronger and stronger, as if there was an invisible force spreading quietly.

He turned to look at the housekeeper, his voice a little uneasy: "Where is Brother Zhou?"

The butler smiled slightly and replied: "The master is receiving a distinguished guest, please wait a moment."

His voice was gentle and firm, as if to soothe Jiang Xiaochuan's anxiety.

However, Jiang Xiaochuan's mood did not calm down.

As soon as he got off the car, Jiang Xiaochuan noticed that the location of this villa had excellent feng shui.

It brings together a lot of wealth and is a Feng Shui treasure land that is hard to find.

But now, he is keenly aware that this originally strong luck is quietly passing away.

Jiang Xiaochuan's face became solemn, and he knew the importance of Feng Shui.

Understand better what the loss of luck means to a family.

He wanted to tell Zhou Lidong about this immediately.

At the same time, he also thought of another possibility - maybe the person who was destroying Feng Shui was with Zhou Lidong!

"Where is Brother Zhou?"

Jiang Xiaochuan's tone revealed unconcealable eagerness.

The housekeeper looked at Jiang Xiaochuan and was slightly startled.

But he soon regained his innate calmness and calmness.

"Mr. Jiang."

The butler said in his usual gentle but slightly stubborn tone, "I can understand your mood, but I'm really sorry. The master has made it clear that my mission is only to bring you here, and I can't tell you anything else." disclose!"

Jiang Xiaochuan knew that the professionalism and ethics of the butler in front of him were deeply ingrained in his bones.

Trying to get more information about Zhou Lidong from him is tantamount to wishful thinking.

He even had a feeling that if the villa suddenly caught fire, the other party might not take action to put out the fire without Zhou Lidong's direct order.

This kind of persistence in duty and loyalty to his master made Jiang Xiaochuan feel both admirable and helpless.

Now, I can only find Zhou Lidong on my own.

He closed his eyes, his keen perception spreading rapidly.

Suddenly, he felt the indescribable evil energy. It was like a wisp of fire in the dark night, weak but not negligible.

Jiang Xiaochuan opened his eyes suddenly and looked in one direction with burning eyes.

In the middle of the villa, there stands a pavilion with a simple shape.

At this moment, the pavilion was densely surrounded by a huge red cloth.

It seems to be swallowed up by a bright red color, adding an indescribable mysterious color.

In the pavilion, a Taoist priest was doing the practice.

He was wearing a Taoist robe, but his appearance was a bit evil, making people afraid to approach him easily.

The Taoist priest held a slender mahogany sword in his hand, with a burning talisman on the tip of the sword.

The jumping firelight reflected on his face, making his face even more mysterious and unpredictable.

He muttered words in a low and powerful voice, as if he was communicating with some mysterious power.

With the sound of his spell, the atmosphere in the pavilion gradually became solemn.

It was as if there was an invisible force filling the air.

The Taoist priest moved faster and faster.

The mahogany sword in his hand danced like a silver snake.

Sometimes it meanders and sometimes it stabs out.

As his last spell ended, a sudden gust of wind blew in the pavilion.

The wind came unexpectedly and suddenly, making the red cloth roar loudly.

Zhou Lidong stood aside, his eyes flashing with surprise and enthusiasm.

He had never seen such a shocking scene.

Then, the Taoist priest took out a slender incense stick from his arms, lit it and inserted it into the incense burner in the array.

The smoke curled up and intertwined with the formation at his feet, forming a mysterious and solemn picture.

At this moment, the entire pavilion seemed to have turned into a mysterious altar, full of indescribable power.

Then, the Taoist priest took out another bronze mirror and gently placed it in the center of the formation.

This mirror seems to contain some kind of spirituality. As the formation is activated, blurry images gradually begin to appear on the mirror.

"Boss Zhou."

The Taoist priest suddenly spoke, his hoarse voice without a hint of color, "Now, drop blood on this bronze mirror!"