"No, William, you're over. Chen Moyan is still very capable of making the company so big with his own strength. If she really wants to be a coffee, she is at least civet cat shit coffee." Boss Wen said leisurely.

"Ah?" William was shocked. He never expected that Boss Wen's evaluation of Chen Moyan was so high.

Couscous Cat Shit Coffee is the number one in the top ten most expensive coffees in the world. It is not only because of its extremely expensive price, but also because it is quite rare. It is extracted from civet feces and processed. After the civet eats ripe coffee fruits and is excreted from the digestive system, the coffee produced is unique due to the fermentation of the stomach and becomes a popular product in the international market. This extremely expensive coffee, priced at US$160 per pound, has gained super popular all over the world.

Even William's coffee from Esmeralda is not as expensive as it is now.

Boss Wen actually gave Chen Moyan such a high evaluation?

But Boss Wen's next words made William understand what Boss Wen really mean.

"Although cat shit coffee is expensive, it is just a shit pulled by cats. It's just a piece of shit, and it's a piece of shit that sells for tens of millions or hundreds of millions. Why do you fight with people?"

"Hahahaha, Chinese culture is indeed profound and profound. I admire it. If I hadn't returned to England, I would have really wanted to stay in Xiangjiang to continue to learn Chinese culture." William laughed.

"It's okay, you can come back at any time. Although your castle has been transferred to me long ago, if you come back, I can also temporarily give it to you to live in. After all, the Feng Shui Bureau of the Yin-Yang Coffin was set up by your ancestors. If I directly occupy the magpie's nest, I will be sad, right?" Boss Wen said lightly.

William couldn't help but smile and said, "Boss Wen is so kind. You have also paid a lot of money for this villa. I have already gained the tribute from my ancestors in disguise, so I don't want too much. Anyway, I am lazy and have no big pursuits. But Boss Wen can use this Feng Shui bureau to expand his career, and it's best to be able to go to England, and we can meet again when we are, haha..."

After hearing this, Boss Wen smiled softly, but did not answer again. Instead, he took out his cell phone and sent an order.

"Don't leave any one!"

At this time, on the ground of the castle, Awang happened to receive the instructions from Boss Wen. He couldn't help but look fierce in his eyes and picked up a beast horn drum behind him.

This is the last countermeasure left when Awang founded this Feng Shui Bureau of Yin and Yang coffin.

There is a formation in the Yin Coffin, and the mechanism that controls the formation is on this beast horn drum.

This beast-horn drum is not an ordinary magic weapon. Its drum face is made of the skin of a famous Thai monk, and there is a hideous beast head on both sides of the drum face. The horns of the beast-head are curved towards the sky, full of majestic and domineering feeling.

This drum is called the monk's skin and beast horn drum, which is the most treasure of the sect passed down by Master Awang.

Through the basement door, Awang listened to the fighting sounds coming from inside, and seemed to be solemn and hard to distinguish between the blood corpse and the stalemate. He could not stop for a while.

The fighting frequency of the two was getting slower and slower, and it was obviously a bit scarce.

A sinister smile appeared on the corner of Awang's mouth and said softly: "I'm tired? Let me add some strength to you."

After saying that, Awang beat the monk's skin and beast horn drum in his hand. The dull sound of drums came into the basement, hitting the blood corpse's heart.

When Zhuangzhong heard the drum sound coming from outside the door, he was stunned. Although he didn't know what the drum sound was, Zhuangzhong guessed that it was definitely not a good use.

As soon as the solemn thought came to an end, the blood corpse turned his eyes and gurgled blood rays, as if it was blood flowing in the sockets, with a strong and fishy smell.

Around the basement of the Yin Coffin, lines raised and lit up one after another, eventually forming a strange eye pattern.

As soon as the eyes are formed, they form a connection with the blood corpse's eyes. Both of them flash and disappear at the same time, making them terrifyingly cunning.

"Oh no, this blood corpse was controlled by the people outside the door with the sound of drums!" Zhuangzhong said secretly, knowing that now is not the time to hide his strength.

He took out the Rakshasa flying knife from his arms, shouted suddenly, and a long tail flame ignited above the Rakshasa and flew over to the blood corpse.

The blood corpse had already lost its sense of autonomy at this time. Facing the attacking Rakshasa, Rakshasa pierced the chest of the blood corpse and burned a hole as thick as an arm on the body.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong", the drum beat gradually became impatient, and the blood corpse's eyes were filled with raging emotions. It seemed that the wound on her chest did not affect her movement at all, and she rushed over with a wow.

This time, the blood corpse is no longer obsessed with tearing people's face, but as long as it can cause trauma to solemnity.

Claws scratching, mouth biting, corpse water splashing... all kinds of methods were used, like a shrew fighting. If the blood corpse woke up at this moment, he would be ashamed to see his shrew look like a shrew. It would be a shame for a literary young man who claimed to be a goddess to use such despicable means.

"Sovereign, be careful!" Chen Moyan hurried in the corner of the wall. Seeing the blood corpse getting fierce, he couldn't help but shout to Sovereign.

Zhuangzhong didn't have time to pay attention to Chen Moyan's concern. He cooperated with the Rakshasa flying knife with his left hand, and kept standing and moving, finally resisting the first wave of crazy attacks of the blood corpse.

The blood corpse who had lost its rationality was indeed terrible. He kept attacking Zhuang Chong with suicide moves, completely ignoring his body would be severely damaged, and forced Zhuang Chong to get busy.

"She must be solved as soon as possible!" Zhuangzhong's heart sterned, and he could see that the formation in the Yin Coffin was not only effective for blood corpses, but also had an impact on humans.

If you stay for a while, the formation will gather the resentment accumulated in the Yin Coffin on Zhuang Chong and Chen Moyan, which will have a fatal impact on the two.

"Rakshasa, flowing flame!"

Zhuang Chong suddenly waved Rakshasa, and saw a phantom of flame suddenly popping out of Rakshasa, flowing from the tail of the knife to the tip of the knife. Zhuang swung the huge phantom of flame and slashing down at the blood corpse.

The blood corpse was still desperate to pounce on Zhuang Chong's body, and happened to be killed by this phantom of flame. A flame was almost wasted and all hit the blood corpse.

With a chirping sound, the solid body of the blood corpse was quickly burned by the flames, cracked from the middle of the head, and cut into two halves.

There were purple-red flames on each half of the body, and the flames spread rapidly, and soon the blood corpse was burned into a pile of black charcoal.

"Hu", let out a long sigh of relief. He didn't want to use Rakshasa, but with Chen Moyan present, it was inconvenient for such a treasure as Rakshasa to appear to others. However, the situation was critical and there was no other way.

I just hope that Chen Moyan can control his mouth and will not tell the story of Zhuang Chong having the treasure magic weapon.

After the blood corpse was solved, he kept solemnly waving his fists and feet, and at the same time he made a sound of ha ha.

From time to time, he screamed a few times, as if he had been hit by a blood corpse.

Chen Moyan looked at Zhuangzhong in surprise, thinking that Zhuangzhong was crazy.

Zhuang Chong gradually approached the door with such dancing hands and feet.

Awang outside the door couldn't help but feel proud as he heard the screams coming from inside.

Isn’t kid very powerful? Didn’t he break my spell? You can try it again this time. Humph, I won’t call you Awang this time I don’t want your life!

Awang thought, and couldn't help but speed up the drum beat, and the drum beat became more rapid. At the same time, the formation in the Yin Coffin room also began to rotate. A stream of suction came from the center of the formation, which wanted to suck the solemn soul away.

This formation is indeed harmful to people! Zhuangzhong thought in horror, and couldn't help but be glad that he had made a quick decision just now and solved the blood corpse.

Now, it's time to deal with that guy outside!

"Open it for me!"

A trace of splendor shot out from Zhuang Chong's eyes and suddenly slashed Rakshasa. Stars and sparks appeared on the iron gate, and the thick iron gate was split open by Zhuang Chong.

Zhuang Chong then kicked the door panel away, like a tiger pounced on him. With just a jump, he arrived at Awang's side.

With a turn of his palm, he held Awang's wrist, turning and put it on. A click sound came from Awang's wrist, and his wrist bones were already broken.

Then Zhuang Chong took action again, breaking Awang's other hand, then he kicked Awang away.
Chapter completed!