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The black mist in front of his eyes cleared, Zhang San stepped on the ground, and almost fell to the ground, but fortunately, Black and White Wuchang pulled him back to his feet.

In a short time, they had arrived at a magnificent villa complex, and the four ghosts were parked in the bionic garden, and there were a few priceless fresh water lilies blooming not far away.

Zhang San has not yet earned his first big sum of money, and has not set foot in the life of the upper class, so he is a little dazed.

"Where is this?" Can anyone in the empire really be able to teleport?

"Fengjia." Feng Jiu slid the wheelchair and walked in front of the way, Black and White Wuchang followed closely behind him.

Zhang San thought of the words of impermanence in black and white, and trotted to keep up. Seeing that Feng Jiu was exhausted and closed his eyes, he hesitated and asked Xie Bi'an in a low voice:

"What does stealing fate mean?"

Xie Bi'an seemed to have known it for a long time, and Xie Bi'an's expression didn't change. "Fate is determined by God. It is the fate that God chose for you when you were born. Under normal circumstances, it will also be the direction of your life. And there is no biographical history of you in the book of life and death. Probably something went wrong in Yangjian, and my life was stolen maliciously."

"Old Fan and I have seduced the soul for thousands of years. We have seen someone who borrowed his life, but I haven't seen someone who steals openly. This Fengze is really courageous."

Xie Bi'an sneered, "I don't even want to see if I can afford Ziweixing's emperor's life."

"Is there no one who has no destiny?"

Xie Bi'an's voice paused, "It used to exist, but it may not exist in this world now."

"is God?"

Xie Bi'an didn't answer, "I heard from Cha Cha Si that you escaped a fate once."

As soon as Zhang San thought about it, he figured out what he meant. It probably meant that he went to the academy to set up his own business star, but was robbed of all his achievements again.

"Human beings should not be underestimated. Not only can they overcome fate, but they can also create miracles." Xie Bian patted Zhang San with a smile.

"You were taken away by evil spirits and replaced Fengze's part. You should have been like this until you died."

"But you took it back once by yourself." Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu walked side by side, and the two ghosts looked at him sideways, "God never treats hardworking people badly, maybe it's because of this boss that he pays special attention to you."

Hearing his words, Zhang San clenched the black wood arrow in his hand.

Ever since Fengdu became popular, many anchors went to Fengdu to live broadcast from time to time, and this chaos was naturally recorded.

Mrs. Feng seemed even more shriveled than last time, she stared at Guangnao and sneered, and kept saying "Fengdu".

All the honors and everything in Fengdu should belong to his son!

Why did that woman rob her husband and her son want to rob everything from his own son?

Her Ozawa has been excellent since he was a child, even without a beast shape, he is still a genius, a peerless genius who has attracted the attention of all people and is sought after by thousands of people!

But Feng Jiu not only robbed Xiao Ze of his belongings, but also sent Xiao Ze to prison together with that damned mermaid.

Absolutely unforgivable, she wants to take back everything that belongs to Ozawa.

If fate is replaced, her Ozawa will immediately continue to be the favored child of heaven.

Mrs. Feng had a ferocious face, she stared at the chaos in Fengdu, suddenly laughed out loud, and slashed her palm again.

"This time, go and steal everything Feng Jiu has."

Seeing the blood, countless little ghosts jumped on it crazily, sucked greedily one by one, and then disappeared in place.

The scene of the live broadcast has become that no one can open the door of the restaurant, and the people trapped in the restaurant are frantically beating the glass windows.

Soon, after a "bang", all the things that hindered the progress of their mother and child disappeared.

She should have killed Feng Jiu long ago, otherwise there would not be so many troubles.

Mrs. Feng calmed down, held up the black teacup tremblingly with hands that resembled chicken feet, and waited for the moment when the restaurant collapsed.

"Bam—"

Mrs. Feng looked up in surprise, and she was so excited that she didn't even have time to drink tea when she thought of the ruins of the restaurant.

However, when she looked up, she found that the chef cat restaurant was still standing there unscathed, and even the movement of the lucky cat at the entrance of the store did not change.

How is this going?

Mrs. Feng tightly clenched the black teacup, maybe she misheard, she fed that much blood, and everyone had to obediently hand over everything.

"Boom—" there was another sound.

This time she heard clearly, it wasn't from the live broadcast, but it seemed to be behind her?

Madam Feng turned around slowly holding the black teacup, and a black-skinned ghost baby with her blood stained on the corner of its mouth flew out of the darkness in a corner of the room, rolled on the ground twice and hit the sofa to brake.

The black-skinned ghost baby roared twice, and crawled under the sofa as if fleeing.

A wisp of black mist crawled out from a dark corner and quickly spread.

Mrs. Feng kept trembling while holding the black teacup. When she saw a corner of the wheelchair, the exquisite and gorgeous teacup fell to the ground in an instant and was broken into pieces.

"It's a pity that such a good thing is broken." Feng blamed the crumpled blanket between his knees, "Don't you think so?"

"Why are you here?" Mrs. Feng screamed loudly, "Kill him!"

Accompanied by her screams, a black-skinned imp who was a circle bigger than the other ghost babies appeared on the sofa.

This ghost baby was the one that ate the most blood, and the mole on its forehead was so red that it dripped blood.

The ghost baby opened its big mouth to the ear and let out a sharp baby cry.

"Did you use this to steal your fate?"

The red mole ghost baby ejected and flew towards Feng Jiu.

Feng Jiu didn't dodge, tilting his head to meet Mrs. Shangfeng's gaze, "What do you want to steal from me?"

"Wealth, honor," he said unhurriedly, even if the ghost baby with red mole threw himself on his shoulder, he would not be moved.

The ghost baby opened its big mouth, revealing densely packed sharp teeth, and pressed against Feng Jiu's seemingly extremely fragile neck.

Feng Jiu tilted his head very cooperatively, "Or you want everything."

He lowered his voice, as if whispering in his own ear.

Mrs. Feng froze, and when she regained consciousness, the little ghost had already bit her neck.

"what have you done?"

Mrs. Feng roared angrily and hurriedly tore the imp off her neck, only to find a few hands popping out of her feet and waving wildly.

Grab her ankles, grab the hem of her skirt.

"What is this?!" Madam Feng shook off the little ghost in fear, and kept stepping on the hands on the ground with her high heels.

There are more and more people, and in the blink of an eye, Mrs. Feng's range is full of arms.They frantically rushed towards Mrs. Feng, trying to tear the woman into pieces.

"I'm afraid you don't even know them. They are all lonely souls who have been robbed of their lives by you."

Zhang San came out from the corner, holding a black wooden arrow in his hand, and the arrow was wrapped in thick black mist, gushing out from the red "Yuan" character.

When Madam Feng saw Zhang San, she immediately understood, "How dare you betray me? You bastard, I can kill you casually."

"Are you talking about your little ghost?" Zhang San pointed the arrow at the baby ghost.

"The order of injustice is here, all the ghosts stay away, if they are willing to help each other, Feng will reward them."

A faint green fire was ignited next to the word "injustice", and the baby ghost turned its head towards Mrs. Feng, giggling cunningly, and countless little ghosts appeared behind it, crawling towards Mrs. Feng step by step.

Mrs. Feng panicked completely, she couldn't escape, she randomly grabbed the teacup and teapot on the table and threw it at the baby ghost.

"You traitors, my blood is feeding you! How dare you deal with me?!"

"Where you gain, you will lose, all exchanges are equal." Feng Jiu reached out to pick up a little devil, "They have done so many things for you, they should be paid."

The little ghost Wu pressed forward and threw Mrs. Feng to the ground.As soon as she fell, ghost hands rushed up, scratching and tearing her limbs.

Zhang San took a step forward, but still held back the arrow from sticking directly into her throat, "You ruined so many people, you should have expected such a result a long time ago."

He walked safely through the ghostly hands, knelt down and said to Mrs. Feng: "I have been by your side for so long, and I have written down everything Fengze has done bit by bit."

"I don't know if you can see Fengze's reputation ruined and being spurned and insulted by everyone."

"Don't worry, I'll record everything. I'll show it to you when you get to hell, and it will loop endlessly."

A ghost, a ghost that traps prey for a tiger after being killed by a tiger, is a puppet that is manipulated.

But who is the one being manipulated, and who can say for sure?

Maybe the tiger is the ghost.

"Go ahead and dream!" Mrs. Feng was still unrepentant even though she was bound tightly by her hands, "As long as I don't die, my son will always be a genius."

"Crazy!" Zhang San suddenly raised the command arrow, and the black mist from the word of "injustice" gradually wrapped around his entire arm.

"You have to think about it, are you going to kill her?" Feng Jiu's voice suddenly sounded.

"It's only natural to pay back the debt, and I want her to pay back the debt!"

The black mist quickly spread along his arms to his whole body, and the fierce hostility gushed out and suddenly magnified.

Zhang San could no longer see his original shape.

"Then it's too late for you," Feng Jiu pulled the wheelchair forward, "She's going to die soon."

Zhang San paused, and saw a small bump on the side of Mrs. Feng's neck, which grew wildly and quickly became bigger, turning into a screaming grimace exactly like Mrs. Feng's.

"If you do too many evil things, God can't stand it."

Feng Jiu put the imp on the ground, "This is a sore on the human face, and it only grows on people who have committed the most crimes. Even if you don't take revenge on her, she won't live long."

The other head grows on itself, laughing and screaming crazily all the time, controlling your body, stealing your consciousness, gradually driving you crazy, and finally replacing it completely.

Feng Jiu snapped his fingers in front of Mrs. Feng, and Mrs. Feng's light brain live broadcast that had been turned on suddenly flickered and changed to another screen.

This is Dengluxing Commercial Street.

Mrs. Feng's eyes were wide open, her mouth was covered, and she struggled desperately to say something.

"What are you talking about? I can't hear you."

Feng Jiu frowned and listened carefully, "What? You said you were wrong and asked me to let your son go?"

Mrs. Feng nodded desperately.Feng Jiu stretched out his hand to straighten her messy hair, carefully avoiding the scratched wound.

"Then I think about it?"

Mrs. Feng nodded again, and Feng Jiu's face suddenly changed after he paused.

"late."

As his voice fell, countless people supported her head, forcing her to watch the live broadcast.

"Three, two," Feng Jiu smiled and counted down the countdown, "One."

"Boom." Feng Jiu dubbed the silent live broadcast, and the Dengluxing Commercial Street collapsed, sending dust all over the sky.

"You should go offline, ma'am."

Feng Jiu stretched out his finger and pointed directly in front of her, "Look, there are many ghosts waiting in line to take revenge on you."

"Your son might hate you too."

Returning to the garden of Fengjia again, the word "injustice" on the arrow in Zhang San's hand had turned white.

He hesitated for a moment and asked, "Did you kill her?"

Feng Jiu looked up at him, "What nonsense are you talking about? Killing people will bring karma. This is the most stupid way of revenge."

"Of course she killed herself."

After all, hell is where the torment begins.

Zhang San carefully figured out what Feng Jiu meant, and then asked, "Why did the lamp stove collapse? What did you do?"

"Does your boss look that bad?" Feng Jiu knocked on the handrail twice, crying out for himself, "It would have collapsed today, whether you did it or not."

"The boss is right," Xie Bi'an interrupted, "this may be what you living people say—"

"Current News."

"Good and evil are rewarded, it's not that they don't repay, it's that the time has not yet come."