"Since Mr. Wen Zhong said that, of course it can." Ye Zhenghong took out a cigarette made of gold from his pocket, and handed it to Wen Zhong with a reluctant expression.
"Trade." Wen Zhong did not take it directly, but signaled Ye Zhenghong to put the golden cigarette in his golden gloves and then give it to him: "The package is tighter, and then you leave the person who needs to enter the safe house.
The rest will leave as soon as possible.”
Ye Zhenghong nodded, and then he called a little girl who had been hiding in the crowd behind him. After leaning over and giving her some instructions, he led her to Wen Zhong with a reluctance.
"Mr. Wen Zhong, this is the young master of the Ye family. Please take care of you more." Ye Zhenghong said.
He handed the gloves wrapped in golden cigarettes to Wen Zhong, and said nothing more. He just spoke a series of difficult dialects to the crowd in black suits standing around him, and then everyone gathered neatly and orderly.
Let's go together.
"After this supernatural event is over, the ten tons of gold you need will definitely appear in front of you on time. Please remember your promise."
"Don't worry, I have always kept my promise, you should not forget the ten tons of gold." Wen Zhong said calmly with a heavy and bold word "ten tons".
Ye Zhenghong nodded, and he took the little girl one last time, then left here with everyone else. In an instant, only a few people were left inside the buzzing villa.
The little girl looked around with a nervous look on her face, and looked at Wen Zhong from time to time, as if he was a beast. She wanted to say something, but in the end she covered her mouth.
Seeing this, Wen Zhong said to Huang Keshang: "Uncle Huang please find a girl to take care of this child. She is quite valuable now. Don't let her have anything to do."
Ten tons of gold are so terrifying.
Of course, Huang Keshang also heard the deal reached by Wen Zhong and the other party, and immediately nodded in agreement.
After saying that, he entrusted the little girl to Huang Keshang. Wen Zhong said goodbye to Fang Diyuan, Yan Duo and others. He wanted to go back and check what the specific function of the thing in his hand that looked similar to the golden cigarette roll.
"Ling Jin, what is the origin of the third generation of the Ye family? Why haven't I heard of him before?" Wen Zhong asked Ling Jin on the way back to his room: "There is something wrong with this cigarette,
It always feels very strange."
"This, the headquarters does not have many records of the Ye family. I only know that they have appeared in Dadong City before, and no one has ever seen the Ye family again." Ling Jin's calm voice came from the other end of the phone
.
"See if there are any words left in it. If so, then it will probably be a masterpiece of the third generation of the Ye family."
"Let's take a look." Wen Zhong opened the cigarette roll, which was wrapped in a piece of shabby paper, with only a bright word "press" written on it. The font is correct and the writing is vigorous and powerful.
"There is indeed a word, is there any explanation?"
"This is the work of a ghost called ghost poem controlled by Ye Zhengyong of the third generation of the Ye family. Although Ye Zhengyong only controlled one ghost, he was suspected to be the one who got rid of the threat of resurrection of the ghost." Ling Jin said.
"Oh? Then he is quite powerful." Wen Zhong smiled and did not take what Ling Jin said to heart, but this piece of paper was indeed of great use to him, otherwise he would not have released a place.
"Anyway, it's still important to put this supernatural incident first. It's better not to provoke him for the time being." Ling Jin gave a worried instructor.
"I didn't plan to provoke him, but it's hard to say whether he will provoke me." Wen Zhong said.
While speaking, Wen Zhong had already arrived in one of the small rooms in the safe house. As soon as he entered the door, there was a large living room. In the middle was a large table. Wen Zhong untied the guillotine on his back and placed it on the table.
The guillotine's knife was covered with dark red and dirty and smelly strips of ragged cloth. These strips of ragged cloth were found by Wen Zhong when he was in Ping'an Inn. It is said that these strips of cloth could trap evil spirits.
However, the number of rotten cloth strips is too small, and they can only barely wrap around half of the guillotine's body. However, for Wen Zhong, this is enough. After all, the focus of this knife is on the lower half of it.
"Make the first try first. Once I succeed, I will be more confident in dealing with this supernatural incident." Wen Zhong looked at the big knife in front of him with a deep breath, took a pair of stiff and pale ghost hands to solve the problem.
Opened the cloth strip.
The next moment, gray light appeared on his body, and the ghost eyes on his forehead also opened at the same time. The ghost domain built by ghost bacteria immediately enveloped the knife and the security room.
"Try it first. This piece of paper is interesting. Just one word has a considerable supernatural power, which is enough to suppress evil spirits with low terror."
The guillotine did not resist, or could not resist. Under the dual effects of the note and the ghost fungus, it soon sank into the ghost realm, leaving only the ghost head at the hilt of the knife still emitting a strange red light.
The next moment, Wen Zhong's arm holding the hilt of the knife came a sound of flesh shattering, and one ghost pupil after another instantly penetrated his arm like a nail.
Immediately afterwards, these ghost pupils kept wriggling along the torn wound on his arm, slowly approaching the strange guillotine, as if they were about to nail it to the guillotine.
The process is very slow. Even if there are notes, the ghost realm and even the three-fold suppression of the ghost hand, this guillotine is still extremely dangerous. It is still far from using the ghost's eyes to control it.
Obviously, he failed.
In the end, the ghost pupil was suppressed by the guillotine the moment it touched the guillotine, which was the result of the guillotine itself being suppressed by other triple levels.
"It still failed. It seems that it has to be sealed for a while." Wen Zhong sighed and wrapped the guillotine with dirty and stinky strips.
During the whole process, he kept his head lifted up, and he didn't want to be chopped off his head for no reason by this guillotine.
"What a pity." Wen Zhong sighed inwardly, putting the guillotine back into the body bag, and carrying the knife was also very risky. If it weren't for accidentally bumping into Ye Zhenghong with a supernatural note today, Wen Zhong would have been afraid that he would have done so.
Forced try to control it.
"Let's try it after the incident is over."
After saying that, Wen Zhong washed up and lay on the bed. There were a little more happening today, but in general, things should be moving in a good direction.
He reached out to look at his fingernails. The pain was so mild that it was negligible. The five originally charred fingers were also slowly returning to their original color.
"Is this a good thing? The supernatural power that can be reused, and if you have the chance, go to that building to have a look."