Many people often sigh when they encounter things that do not develop in the direction they are scheduled to do, facing dissatisfied results: "The plan does not change quickly!"

This sentence is very simple, but it makes sense. Before the results of the world are determined, any perfect plan is false and in vain.

Yang Sanmao believes that he is born with a decay.

When I was young, my father was a good person and gambled. He subsidized the land reform team to his family. After he had to spend all the valuables or unworthy things, he finally couldn't even keep his mother and gave it to the landlord's wife. Without a home and a wife, he got drunk that day and went to blow up the Japanese barracks. In the end, he couldn't even find the body. Although he was cowardly when he was alive, he died very heroically.

Grandpa was the only person who was good to him, but at that time he couldn't eat enough, so he was chopped off by soldiers in order to stutter. The relatives themselves had a hard time. And they didn't like him, so they had no choice but to live with their great-grandfather in the mountains.

But that old thing was simply a pervert, and it followed the habits of wild beasts in the tribe. In order to force himself to learn the little things he passed down, he couldn't sleep for four hours a day, either beat or scold him. He finally died until he died, and the whole country was liberated. His childhood was gone.

When I was in my twenties, the heavens were not afraid of the earth, and they were full of vitality. They relied on the things they had been forced to learn by my great-grandfather to go out and traveled around the world. But God was not open to his eyes and had been living and dead for decades, but he didn't even get a fuck. He was also crippled with one leg and wasted for decades. Before he got old, before he died, he stayed at home and the local people in his hometown finally had an opportunity to make a fortune. Unexpectedly, something went wrong.

The plan is so perfect, how could there be any mistakes?

Shouldn't it?

The money was scattered all over the floor in front of his feet, but he didn't dare to pick it up. He didn't even dare to move his body. It was as if he was struck by lightning, and he was stunned.

At this time, Yang Sanmao hated himself, society, and everyone who opposed him. Of course, he also hated God, blamed God for not taking care of the poor disabled people, and people who made a fortune would come out to interfere with him.

And he is also an extremely dangerous Master Daoer. His cultivation level is only higher than that of himself. He is also proficient in martial arts and fighting methods. Otherwise, his speed would not be so fast and his movements would be so weird. He doesn't know when he appears by his side, and he doesn't know when he changes the formation.

I only know one thing, that is, whether I can escape tonight again. People in the Qimen kill people without blood, are vicious and cruel, and have many unpredictable methods of gods and ghosts. Others can't understand it, but he has seen many things outside for most of his life. He has also experienced it many times in person.

The more you understand, the greater the fear in your heart.

He once again put his hope of escape on the nine bronze ancient lamps on the ground. He believed that these old friends who had accompanied him for many years would definitely save him, just like many years ago.

Although Tang Ning agreed to Zhou Yu and wanted to defeat the old man with his own hands, he was actually thinking about whether to kill or not.

The original plan was to wait for Jiang Tao to take out the money and hand it over to the cripple. If the cripple leaves without a next move, he will show up and take back the money and teach him a lesson. Then he will find a way to persuade Zhou Yu and the others to let the cripple out of their tricks.

But unexpectedly, after the damn lame man got the money, he immediately raised his hand to the sky. Then he shouted: "Ghost spirit explodes, soul destroys..."

When Tang Ning heard him shouting this, he knew that he not only wanted to get money, but also wanted to kill people to silence him.

It doesn’t matter if you use the skills you have learned to find ways to make money. As long as you are clear about your tricks, don’t go too far. As a fellow student, most people will turn a blind eye. Everyone has times when they are short of money. But they want to get money and kill people. That’s it.

"Ghost spirit explodes, soul destroys..."

"Ghost Body Explosion..."

"Soul Destroy..."

"Soul Destroy..."

"Hmph, you can't destroy other people's souls, so now you'd better consider your own soul first?" A clear and angry voice suddenly sounded from the darkness from the side of Yang Sanmao. In this deserted cemetery, which was quiet at night, it seemed like a shocking thunder, which made him frightened. The back of his spine became cold. The cold air was rising all over his body, and the cold flowed from the tailbone, rushing straight to the sky spirit cover on his head.

He subconsciously looked up at the sky, no wonder his magic failed. The hexagonal summoning talisman hanging low in the night sky, which was originally composed of light green lights, had completely changed its shape. The edges and corners were all gone, and a big circle was formed. A circle of slowly turning and emitting green flames was never seen before.

Yang Sanmao shouted in horror: "Who? Who? Come out, come out?"

I turned around suddenly, and the cold sweat condensed into a stream, dripping along my forehead, cheekbones, cheeks, and chin. I stared at the direction of the voice with horror. My lips couldn't help but tremble, my body trembled, and my hands trembled. The pile of money pinned in my hand scattered all over the ground. The flashlight suddenly fell to the ground. The white and bright light column hit the distance against the ground. The contrast made the surroundings dark, even darker than before. This was the result of human vision in a strong contrast.

Although Yang Sanmao was frightened by his sudden cold voice and his nerves were suddenly tight, his years of life in the world were not in vain. He immediately thought of controlling Jiang Tao, who was less than one meter away from him. He could not see the figure of the person who made a voice, but from his voice, he could hear that he was very young and quite young.

It is possible that he knows the rich young master who is controlled by him or is his subordinate. A rich child from abroad brings a Qimen master of the same age as his bodyguard, which is not a novelty in Southeast Asia or Hong Kong and Macao. Although many people cannot afford bodyguards of this level, as long as they have money, they can do even the hardest things. This is great, the power of money.

Yang Sanmao was afraid and thought jealously that as long as there was a hostage in his hands, there was still a chance to turn the tables. Perhaps the money on the ground was still his own. It was time. He had not forgotten the money yet.

He leaned forward with his hands and was about to move, but he underestimated Tang Ning's ability.

Tang Ning has never been involved in the world, but he has nine orifices in his heart and is smart. He has long expected that the lame man might have a reaction after he appears. It is locked by the qi in the dark, which is clearer than his eyes. Moreover, he has been closing his eyes since the beginning. He did not open it slowly until he made a sound, and it is not impossible to see anything.

So, just as the cripple was about to move, he had already rushed in close contact, grabbed Yang Sanmao's right shoulder with one hand, and threw him out vigorously. Then he stroked the deadly Jiang Tao's head with his palm and gently patted him down. While he was not fully awake, his thumb pressed against the blood-hidden point behind his ear, pressed it down hard, and took Jiang Tao's body that fell forward.

"Zhou Yu, come here and take him away first."

"Okay, OK." Zhou Yu, who had been waiting on the side, rushed over a few steps, reached out to support Jiang Tao, crossed one arm, and put him on his shoulder. "I'll take him away first, and everything will be done as agreed."

"Well, Jiang Tao will wake up in thirty minutes. You can tell him all this, of course, you can choose not to say it."

"You are so beautiful that you want you to cash in on your bet. Let's go. Be careful."

Listening to the chaotic footsteps gradually faded away, Yang Sanmao, who fell into the grass seven or eight meters away, did not care about being dizzy and ripped into pieces, and he was about to run away. Hell, there was still someone. But Tang Ning stood in front of him again like a ghost.

He said coldly: "Do you know? You made a fatal mistake?"

Yang Sanmao leaned against a tombstone and barely supported his body that was constantly sliding downward. He said weakly: "What, what's wrong?"

"You can take the money away, and I can't care about your plot against my friends, but you shouldn't have the intention to silence me after getting the money. His heart is punishable!"

"I don't decide the rule of robbing money and silence. Everyone in the world does this. It's not fair for you to question me like this."

"Oh? You still have any reason to say so?"
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