Seeing dozens of people below falling into huge panic, the mysterious man felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment in his heart.
"Hahahaha... You are all the elites of society, so what can you do? You will soon become my slaves. Hum, prepare to worship your master." After the mysterious man smiled, he suddenly focused his eyes and raised his hands.
He quickly made seals on his chest, leaving people overwhelmed.
"You, what are you going to do!"
"I'm telling you, I'm the vice president of the Zhu Group, and my dad is the district chief. If you dare to deal with me, you won't get any good results!"
Everyone had seen it before. The pigtailed Ren Yao had formed a seal with the mysterious man and pointed at him, and he became his slave.
Now when they saw the mysterious man starting to form seals again, the group suddenly panicked.
After all, they are all successful people and their lives are extremely comfortable. Who wants to be controlled by others?
"Fuck, what are you talking about here? Run away!" Someone yelled, and everyone immediately reacted and ran away.
"Want to escape? Hahaha..." The mysterious man suddenly laughed loudly.
"Where is the Shichang Attendant!"
As soon as the mysterious man finished speaking, a big man in black clothes and mask rushed out from nowhere. His movements were extremely fast, blocking all directions in an instant.
Screams like howling ghosts and wolves were heard, and all the people who fled were beaten back by ten masked men. They were lying on the ground struggling in pain.
As a result, people did not dare to move. They all gathered together with trembling bodies, their eyes full of terror.
"What do you want to do? Do you want money? If you want money, you make a price!" Ye Feng was relatively calm among the group. Although he was also frightened and his heart was shaking, he still had the courage to ask.
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"You want money?" The mysterious man shook his head disdainfully, "When you become my slave, won't all your money be mine?"
"But……"
"Okay!" The mysterious man interrupted Ye Feng's words, and his eyes suddenly turned cold.
"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you. You should prepare yourself one by one and become my slaves."
After the mysterious man finished speaking, he pointed the seal in his hand toward the sky, and then quickly pressed it on the hexagonal pattern on the altar.
"Buzz!" There was a roar that could not be detected by ordinary people, and the hexagonal pattern on the altar slowly rose up, forming a black halo that could not be seen by the naked eye, and slowly flew towards people's heads.
"Ah!" When the black halo enveloped people's heads, dozens of people let out a miserable wail, covered their heads in pain, and kept rolling around.
The mysterious man, on the other hand, was standing on the altar with a ferocious look on his face as he kept changing the seals in his hands. Beads of sweat were dripping from his head. It was obvious that it was extremely difficult to control so many people at once.
As time passed by, dozens of people in the audience lost consciousness and fainted due to severe pain.
The mysterious man, whose face was flushed at the moment, was struggling to hold on.
"Hell, I really didn't expect that collective control would be so difficult. It looks like it will take at least an hour to control all these people."
"You guys, spread your guard and protect me!"
"Yes!" ten big masked men agreed, scattered in all directions, focused on alert.
Less than one kilometer away from the wilderness, Meng Xu and Zhao Kun were sitting on the ground, breathing heavily. They were obviously very tired.
"Mr. Meng, your physical strength is not good. Are you playing with female celebrities too much? Your body is overdrawn. You need to make up for it." Zhao Kun raised his eyebrows at Meng Xu and said with a smirk on his face.
"Get the hell out of here!" Meng Xu raised his hand and slapped Zhao Kun on the back of the head.
Thinking about the previous journey, Meng Xu was so aggrieved that he almost cried.
You are paralyzed. When did this young master suffer from this? His arms are still shaking even now.
"What the hell, you want to show me a fun and magical thing, that rake?" Meng Xu pointed at the golden nine-foot nail rake under his feet and asked Zhao Kun angrily.
"Yes, it's this nail rake!" Zhao Kun nodded vigorously.
puff!
Meng Xu felt that he had been tricked by this idiot Zhao Kun.
I followed him all the way to a small blacksmith shop in the deserted mountains just to get this broken nail rake.
Just take it. If you want to return it, you have to let Zhao Kun, a bastard, carry it back. This broken nail rake is as heavy as Su Qi. The two of them carried it for more than a mile and almost exhausted Meng Xu.
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If Meng Xu didn't have the strength to stand up now, he would have to give this idiot Zhao Kun a good beating.
Seeing Meng Xu's miserable expression, Zhao Kun suddenly came over mysteriously.
"Mr. Meng, let me tell you, this nine-foot nail rake is extraordinary..."
"Fuck you, stay away from me!" Before Zhao Kun could finish speaking, Meng Xu pushed him aside.
This guy smells like pig shit, it's so damn stinky.
Zhao Kun didn't mind either and continued to chatter mysteriously towards Meng Xu.
"Mr. Meng, this is because we two brothers got along well and played better. That's why I'm telling you, I really don't tell anyone else, not even my parents."
Zhao Kun moved his butt towards Meng Xu again, but Meng Xu pinched his nose directly.
"Mr. Meng, this rake is extraordinary. Didn't I tell you before? I am the reincarnation of Marshal Tianpeng!"
puff!
Meng Xu was immediately amused, Damn, this idiot, why did you bring this up?
"Who was Marshal Tianpeng in his last life? That was Zhu Bajie! What kind of weapon did Zhu Bajie use? Wasn't it a nine-tooth rake?"
After Meng Xu heard this, he looked at Zhao Kun with admiration, and then pointed to the rake on the ground.
"Damn it, you didn't build the weapon for yourself, did you?"
Zhao Kun gives a hand!
"Guessed it right!"
"It's been a long time since I, the young master, have obeyed anyone. I have to say to you today, I admire you, I admire you!" Meng Xu gave a thumbs up to Zhao Kun with a mocking look on his face.
"Haha, Mr. Meng is too polite." Zhao Kun, the second best, didn't hear the sarcasm in Meng Xu's words at all, and waved his hands proudly.
"I'm telling you, Mr. Meng, I made this nine-tooth rake according to the weight of Second Master Guan's Qinglong Yanyue Sword. It's 82 kilograms in total. It dances like a tiger, and it's no worse than Second Master Guan."
Meng Xu looked at Zhao Kun's sullen look and really didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
Damn, why does this involve Master Guan again? Is it because he and Bajie are both the second oldest?
"Mr. Meng, I haven't recovered my magic power yet. When I live in the pig pen for a while, once I recover my magic power, this nine-tooth rake will become a magic weapon. You will definitely lift it with me.
Very proud.”
I'm proud of your sister! Meng Xu feels more and more why Zhao Kun, a second-rate guy, is less reliable than himself.
"Mr. Meng, are you okay? If so, let's continue on our way."
Damn it, how can a man say he can’t do it!
Meng Xu, who had no energy at all, stood up with force in response to these words.
"Made, let's go!" The two idiots, one behind the other, carried a large nail rake and continued to stumble forward.
"Huh?" The mysterious man who was performing a ritual on the altar was suddenly startled!
"No, there is an expert! He actually entered through the Sheng Gate!"