The friend who had just recognized the victim made several correct calls, but no matter how Tang Sanmu's psychic eye operated, he could not see how the red flowers were grown.
Outside the secrets, it is difficult to see the true face.
After the friend finished speaking, several people soon said they knew the victim, but he looked older than they thought.
The police had already rushed in, and Boss Wolf and all his men were at a loss.
When it came to privacy, Tang Sanmu's live broadcast was also suspended, and they were going to the police station to take notes.
After working hard all day and not even eating, when he came out of the police station, there was no smile on Tang Sanmu's face.
There was no joy in catching all the bad guys in one fell swoop, but I felt that this pool of water was unfathomable.
His actions only caused slight ripples in the water.
The wolf boss is insignificant in this pool of water.
Ye Xiaotao muttered: "In thirty years of practice, I have seen a lot of strange and weird things.
I have always wondered before, why are there so many people proficient in metaphysics in this world? Are they all gifted?
I just learned a lot today, and it turned out that there is such a thing."
Tang Sanmu also said in a deep voice: "The popularity of magic techniques seems to be the flourishing age of metaphysics.
It’s a mixed bag of good and bad, and the circle is too chaotic.”
"Master Tang, the person who stole the bones before also planted red flowers, can his red flowers also grow magic?" Zhou Qingqing asked.
Tang Sanmu shook his head: "Growing magic... This sentence sounds a bit strange.
Probably not. The flowers he grows are simply addictive. It may be a relatively low-end method.
But Boss Wolf is different, he uses more advanced magic, which is not only addictive, but can also pass on the magic."
And ever since he left the house, Jiang Feng has been sending messages on his cell phone.
At this time, he patted Tang Sanmu on the shoulder: "Don't worry Sanmu, I also have friends here.
When the time comes for any clues that Boss Wolf spits out, I will convey them to you as soon as possible."
The moment he finished speaking, Jiang Feng's cell phone rang again, and his expression changed drastically: "Boss Wolf...he's dead!"
"What is in the mouth is pure yin, whether it is death or life, it depends on your heart.
It's a pity that the caster's heart follows suit. Boss Wolf is just an operator of Honghua, and above him, there is a 'superior family'.
Maybe it's just his certificate of surrender that makes him look like neither a human nor a ghost?"
The wolf boss is just a pawn, not to mention the others, and they don't know any deep secrets.
After saying this, the people around him fell silent for a moment and sighed helplessly.
After chatting for a while, they all said goodbye to Miki.
Tang Sanmu went home, flipped through the news, and saw a lot of news related to him——
Shocked! A famous writer has been eating steamed buns with human blood? People were furious after the truth was exposed!
A well-known writer came forward to clarify: The previous article was indeed exaggerated, but it was not as extreme as eating steamed buns with human blood. I hope the media will not over-interpret it and guarantee that I have not made any illegal money!
The famous writer suddenly died at home due to cerebral hemorrhage! He was only 30 years old!
These news were all about being famous in history. Tang Sanmu shook his head, things were finally developing in the direction determined by fate.
Although the person who cast the spell to harm him is dead, the hatred has already affected his body, causing yin and yang chaos.
Blood Qi rises, Yin Qi precipitates, and there is fear of fire.
He was so angry that after the incident, he not only failed to admit his mistake and compensate the previous victims, but also frantically tried to clear himself. His only fate was death.
In addition, regarding the destruction of Boss Wolf’s illegal business, the matter was very involved and the news reports were very vague.
Even those who watched the live broadcast and witnessed everything did not dare to make random guesses and remained tight-lipped.
In the evening, Tang Sanmu started the live broadcast again and found that his number of fans had increased to more than 500,000.
After all, the misdeeds of a well-known figure who will go down in history were uncovered, and big figures like Ye Xiaotao and Jiang Feng also appeared in the live broadcast room.
You must know that Feng Shui master Ye Xiaotao only appeared twice on the live broadcast platform. The first time was also in Tang Sanmu's live broadcast room, and it was the famous scene of beating his son that people are talking about to this day.
The live broadcast room was extremely lively just like every time there is big news and fans increase.
Gamers asked all their questions, and rewards exploded on the screen.
"Master Tang, what happened to Boss Wolf? Why does that little confused boy look like he is sixty or seventy years old?"
"Uncle Tang, you solved such a big case this time, didn't you get a banner or something as a reward?"
"Haha, isn't it said that there is some great merit in being famous in history? Didn't he die in the end? Why don't you explain it?"
Tang Sanmu cleared his throat: "You are stupid, so I will explain it to you first.
His name will go down in history. He fell into someone else's spell, and he would have been riddled with resentment, crushed to death, and endured all kinds of suffering.
But because he told me about his investigation, Boss Wolf got rid of the spell caster, so he doesn't have to suffer."
Nether Maniac: Master Tang is right. Is the friend who asked the question stupid? Didn’t the master’s original words make him feel more comfortable?
I am Big Pineapple: For a person like him, if he suffers less, that would be a sign of good deeds, but he still wants to survive? Do the family members of the victims agree?
Dark Angel: It's true. He ruined so many families with his pen. I feel like he was given an advantage by dying so happily.
Tang Sanmu continued: "As for Boss Wolf, he is accepting sanctions at the police station.
I thought he was growing flowers with the blood of those victims, but then I realized that he had put a spell on everyone.
The lifespan of the victim is used, so the victim looks extra old."
Boss Wolf's death has not been made public yet, and Tang Sanmu did not dare to talk nonsense.
As soon as the words fell, everyone was shocked, and all kinds of insults and insults scrolled on the screen.
Human hearts are made of flesh and blood. How can we not be angry when we hear such things?
You must know that many of the victims are disabled and have no relatives, so they can only make a living by begging.
There are also homeless people who suffer from mental problems.
There are also those who come from remote mountainous areas and want to make a bright future outside.
What they have lost now can never be made up for...
All the friends were very excited.
But even if I feel helpless, nothing can be changed.
Tang Sanmu said slowly: "Today I still follow the old rules and help my three weapon friends."
As soon as he said this, the live broadcast room instantly became quiet, and even the top brother on this list directly sent a message:
"Master, I'm just watching the excitement. I hope I won't be caught."
Everyone also joked:
"Before, he was imprisoned, hell and so on. This time, he will go down in history and be sent away directly by the master."
"Haha, what's the funeral method of karma? Please don't kill me, Master!"
"You can't say that. The main reason is that there are too many bad people who want to see a doctor here..."
While everyone was trying to pass the buck, someone rewarded him with a reward of 500 yuan.
Sanqianli: Master...I want to try...
"Hello Warrior Three Thousand Miles!"
"Quick, quick, make way for a passage! Let Sanqianli Artifact Friends take their seats!"
Tang Sanmu sent over the application for continuous wheat, and then lightly patted his forehead: "Friends, children are not interested in giving rewards.
You are trying to trick me."
The friend in front of me looks to be in her early ten years, a cute little girl with big eyes, staring timidly at the camera.
She whispered softly: "I think everyone on the Internet says that Uncle Tang can handle anything. Is it true?"
Tang Sanmu was slightly startled, then smiled: "Don't read posts blindly, don't follow the Internet randomly."
"My father often doesn't come home and rarely has time to spend with me.
I want dad to spend more time with me, can you help?"
Nether Maniac: Little sister, where is your mother?
I am Big Pineapple: What a cute little girl, alas! What a miserable migrant worker!
Dark Angel: Facing 996, Master Tang has nothing to do!
The little girl's eyes flickered: "My mother passed away a long time ago, and now my father is the only one taking care of me.
He is very hardworking and has little time to play with me every day.
I know he wants me to live a better life, but I still hope he won't work so hard and spend more time with me.
So I used the lucky money I saved to express my love for you. Uncle Tang, do you know how to clone yourself? Can you teach my father how to clone yourself?"
There was also a hint of warmth in Tang Sanmu's heart. Before he could speak, the little girl continued to ask: "The clone technique is really unrealistic...
Then can you help me take a look at my face and see when I will be able to take care of dad."
Tang Sanmu shook his head gently: "Children can't read faces casually."
There are more variables in children's faces, and children are not mentally stable, so rash reading can easily cause huge changes in their lives.
Therefore, there is a saying that the more you calculate your destiny, the thinner it becomes.
Then Tang Sanmu thought for a while: "You can tell me your father's birthday and see if I can help you change the situation?"
The little girl sent her father’s ID photo.
Tang Sanmu changed the birthday above into a lunar calendar, wrote it on yellow paper, and calculated it: "I am destined to be rich and noble, but I have to work hard. I have been busy for half my life and have no good end. I have also dreamed of an eagle in the distance, and it is difficult to walk on a mountain with a heavy burden."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Sanmu narrowed his eyes slightly, his psychic eyes moving according to his heart.
A tired face appeared in front of Sanmu. The intensity of daily work made Tang Sanmu, a man who had endured hardships in building a road in the mountains, secretly speechless.
More than 996? This is white plus black.
A man's life is indeed very difficult. His wife was seriously ill a few years ago and owed a lot of foreign debt for medical treatment.
Unfortunately, his wife could not survive. After her death, he worked hard in the company to repay his debts.
Unexpectedly, misfortunes never come singly. A car accident left his left hand inflexible, causing a slight tremor visible to the naked eye.
The driver who caused the accident had no insurance and was completely broke. He mortgaged everything he could and could barely cover his medical expenses, leaving no compensation at all.
I originally thought that with his hands like this, the company would definitely fire him. Unexpectedly, his boss was so kind-hearted that he kept him.
At first he was grateful, but later he realized it.
The boss knew that he couldn't lose his job, so he always deducted wages and made excuses to make him work overtime.
They often threaten him by saying that he is disabled and cannot find a job outside.
Slowly, the oppression became a habit, the time to go home became less and less, and the working hours increased.