Chapter 749 It’s hard to persuade him to die.

I was supposed to rest and rest before the operation, but Qian Wanwan was rushing to make an agreement, and my whole body was in a state of tension.

I put down my computer only at the last moment after being pushed to the operating room.

He showed a comfortable smile: "It's done, I can't get rid of this order."

doctor:"……"

Mu Guifan was waiting in the hospital.

If the rich ghost was released by Taoist Priest Sanqing, he believed that Taoist Sanqing would definitely be reluctant to abandon such a big ghost.

Sure enough, a sallow-faced, thin, hunched-over middle-aged man appeared in the surveillance camera.

In fact, Mu Guifan had never met Taoist Master Sanqing. He suppressed the scarecrow that night, and the scarecrow had no face when he turned around.

But when they traced it to the vegetable market, they passed by a man wearing Tai Chi suit.

Even after just a glance, Mu Guifan still recognized this person.

"Is this Taoist Priest Sanqing?" Mu Guifan squinted, stared at the surveillance camera, and quietly rushed towards where Taoist Sanqing was.

As long as the other party is a human being, there is nothing he cannot catch!

Priest Sanqing calculated and walked and arrived at the cancer hospital.

He looked up and made sure the rich guy was here.

The ghosts he released have been specially treated so that only he can find them, and they cannot be found back.

It was easy to find the rich man in front of him, but for some reason, he felt a crisis.

Taoist Master Sanqing trusted his instincts and made a decisive decision to retreat, stopped a taxi, and left immediately!

Really... no hesitation at all, he cherished his life to this extent.

He ordered the taxis and changed them into several. When he got to the unmonitored alley and walked through a few streets, he called a taxi again. He took a lot of twists and turns. He used up all the calculations and calculations, and finally returned to the world.

Medieval 'garden...

Taoist Priest Sanqing pinched his hands and calculated, then he breathed a sigh of relief and cursed in a low voice: "Damn..."

The rich guy can't get it back.

Taoist Priest Sanqing was unwilling to give in and continued to look for ghost matchmakers. This time, ghost matchmakers could not be counted. After carefully arranging the array, he found that there were no ghost matchmakers.

"..."

Taoist Priest Sanqing was extremely distressed, feeling as if his flesh had been chopped into pieces, and he was very unwilling to do so.

After so many years since his debut, when has he ever been in such a mess? The incense burner was blown up last time, but no one has seen him this time. Even if he was in danger, he ran away in a mess... The more he thought about it, the more irritating he became!

"Hide your strength and bide your time..." He is not a coward, just like he has won every time in the past, he will slowly calculate and one day he will still win!

Mu Guifan chased for a while, and he could still get some clues, but then all was lost inexplicably.

He frowned and said to himself: "It seems that I still need to learn some Zhouyi Bagua and Feng Shui metaphysics!"

This Taoist Priest Sanqing is so skilled, and he doesn’t use technical means, he uses metaphysical means.

gas……!

Later, when Su Bao came to see Qian Wanwan, Tang Tiantian heard the news and came to the hospital in advance with a lot of food to see Qian Wanwan.

Before Qian Wanwan woke up, his wife asked in surprise: "Mr. Tang...are you sure you brought these to see our old Qian?"

Tang Tiantian looked at the fruit cake, ice cream lollipops and even spicy strips on the table... and said confidently: "That's right."

Qian Wanwan’s wife: “…”

Soon Su Bao arrived and saw that the rich ghost had swelled to the extreme and was very nourishing. It would not be long before he would 'cultivation' into a 'real fruit' and break away from the host.

The rich ghost stared at Su Bao and sighed: "We meet again, but I have a master. It's no use even if you come here several times."

Su Bao ignored him, put a talisman on Qian Wanwan, and waited for Qian Wanwan to wake up.

"Um... Su Bao?" Qian Wanwan was extremely weak. After a major surgery and his body had been overdrafted for a long time, he now only felt extremely tired.

My body hurts...

The medicine he received after the surgery made him extremely uncomfortable, and this uncomfortable feeling was clearer than ever.

"Rich uncle, do you regret it?" Su Bao asked seriously: "You are only one step away from hell now."

Qian Wanwan was stunned. In a daze, he seemed to feel that the King of Hell was sitting in front of him, asking him if he regretted it.

He is dead?

"I... spend 10 million, 50 million... I only want to buy a life span of five years... five years is not enough..." Qian Wanwan struggled and asked.

Money is not everything, but nothing is impossible without money. Having money can make a ghost go around and buy a few years of life with money...

Is it ok? Is it ok?

For the first time, Qian Wanwan felt the fear of death in his heart. Before, he only thought that making money was enough. His desire to make money made him passionate. The satisfaction, security and sense of achievement when the money came in made him go crazy. He couldn't stop making money.

desire.

But now his body seemed to be nailed to the bed, and his soul and body seemed to be separated. He could feel the pain in his body, but his soul couldn't break free. His body was not under his control, and he couldn't move even if he wanted to.

"Am I dead?" Qian Wanwan panicked: "My body seems to be no longer under my control..."

"King of Hell... Sir! I will pay you 100 million... 500 million... no, all my wealth... you give me another five years of my life..."

Su Bao looked at him sympathetically. The rich man was still on top of him, so his situation was still the same as before.

Sure enough, only when you are on the edge of life and death can you know what is most important...

"Uncle Rich, you just haven't passed the anesthesia yet." Su Bao paused and said, "And I'm not the King of Hell!"

After saying this, Su Bao quietly added in his heart: How strange!

The king of hell is her, she is the king of hell...

It's a pity that even if you stand in front of the world, it still seems to be of no use.

Su Bao thought of a sentence inexplicably: Good words can't persuade a damn person.

It turns out that the bad things that are going to happen in this world cannot be changed by persuading people with good intentions...
Chapter completed!