The cheongsam beauty becomes a god after the end of the law

Agarwood is experiencing a thrilling moment.

The man who was squatting with his back to her stood up and turned his face inch by inch.

When victims face their perpetrators, their instinctive fear runs deep into their bones.

The man turned his face very slowly. Chen Xiangyin was suffering, his heart was beating fast, and his nails were deeply embedded in the palm of his hand.

Who, and for what reason, kept her there and tortured her for twelve whole years? !
The cigarettes on He Chongtian's fingertips burned out one after another, and more than an hour had passed.

After agarwood was introduced to meditation, he kept frowning, and the nails pierced into the palms of his hands, and the blood reflected them, and he couldn't wipe them away.

She looked increasingly pale, with beads of sweat on her forehead, and her lips were trembling slightly, as if she was struggling to wake up from a nightmare.

He Chongtian lost his patience and touched Xuan Guo's shoulder with the back of his hand, "What's going on? Can you wake her up?"

Before she could finish her words, a heavy low moan squeezed out of Chen Xiang's throat, and she suddenly opened her eyes.

With eyes full of fear, He Chongtian knelt on the ground and approached her, worriedly asking: "How is it?"

Chen Xiangyin swallowed hard, his head buzzing with the terrifying sound of mantras, and his voice trembled: "Pang Wenkui."

Her horror was unspeakable, and she repeated, "I saw Pang Wenkui, this man is Pang Wenkui!" She pointed to the photo at hand.

On the lucky charm paper, most of the information on the name was burned, revealing the word "ghost".

Pang Wenkui.

More than 20 years ago, it was also the time when Pang Wenkui started from scratch in the business community of Qingshan City.

Before that, his business was tepid.

Thanks to Wen Jihua's luck, the Qinglong Group had a smooth journey until it reached Qingyun and became the backbone of today's powerful group.

He Chongtian helped Agarwood lead the nest into the rattan chair, and more doubts emerged in his mind.

Before that, various signs showed that the person who was hiding in the dark and using women's blood to make blood medicine and wanted to kill him was most likely Pang Wenkui.

We can't be sure because there is no hard evidence.

He Chongtian really couldn't understand why a centenarian man who was buried up to his neck in loess was secretly silenced.

The Qinglong Group is now inseparable from He Chongtian. Without him, not only will the group's profits collapse, but its intricate composition of forces will also be in chaos.

Pang Wenkui is clearly beyond his capabilities and has not managed group affairs in three years!
His grandson, Pang Xianshun, was completely useless, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that.

Crane's head was swollen, and blood red that had not been rampant for a long time was rolling in his mind.

The blood in the body is hot.

He Chongtian looked at the veins on his arms that popped out for no reason.

I really want to use force, I want to destroy, I want to smell the blood.

There are too many secrets in Pang Wenkui.

He is the leader of the Qinglong Group's Shenlong, a great evil man who used evil methods to harm people for personal gain more than 20 years ago, and is the clue to the blood-red memory fragments in He Chongtian's mind!
Where do I come from? Why am I here? He Chongtian wanted to know the answer. This was the biggest mystery in his life.

Everything that trapped him also controlled everything about him.

What happened that year? Was Pang Wenkui a witness or a player?

Things are more complicated than imagined.

He originally thought that Pang Wenkui was just an ordinary old man in the world, but he never thought that he could hide so deeply.

He Chongtian clenched his fists and stared at the turbulent green color in his sudden veins.

When he finds Master Zhuang and returns, the opponent he will face will be Pang Wenkui.

At the same table, another person was equally silent and dignified.

Chen Xiangyin not only knew that the culprit of the evil in the ghost house was Pang Wenkui, but also knew that the person responsible for cutting out her heart was Pang Wenkui.

No wonder I felt unreasonably scared when I saw him for the first time.

Even though he couldn't recognize his face, his body's instinctive rejection was so strong.

Chen Xiangyin almost suffocated. Every time he breathed out weakly, he felt a little empty.

Pang Wenkui knew her secret.

He has known about her existence since forty years ago. Knowing that she is immortal and immortal.

Why did he treat her like that before? Will he repeat his old tricks?

Agarwood reminded Pang Wenkui of the way he looked at her while chewing food slowly, and he felt a chill all over his body.

On the terrace, the air was frozen, and Agarwood and He Chongtian were each in distress.

Until Xuan Guo interrupted, "You two, it's almost noon. I'm going to send the ghosts of the ghost house to their deaths. Do you want to go together?"

……

In front of the ghost building, Chen Xiangyin had just gotten off the car, and an unburned white paper flower floated in front of him with the fire burning.

"Why are you burning paper during the day?" Chen Xiangyin slammed the car door and walked towards Wen Jihua.

Wen Jihua knelt on the ground, facing the ghost tower, clasping his hands, sometimes bowing and sometimes kowtowing, muttering something in his mouth.

As he got closer, Chen Xiangyin heard clearly.

"Brothers and sisters, decades of grudges have passed. If you have souls in heaven, just let those ignorant young people go..."

"No one can do anything wrong in this world... If they can be rescued, I am willing to burn paper money for you every day..."

Wang Rui and other six people were hospitalized for emergency treatment due to the fireworks explosion. Only three people are out of danger so far.

Wen Jihua is kind-hearted and does not want this building to carry more lives.

In his mind, it was because he returned to his hometown to start a business and built some kind of storage center that so many people died.

Chen Xiang sighed, Wang Rui and the others disrespected ghosts and gods and asked for trouble, but their crime would not lead to death.

"Mr. Wen, the evil objects mentioned by Master Zhuang have been burned. We have invited Master Zhuang's apprentices to come and save the souls of the dead. By then, all the resentment and bad luck will be gone."

Wen Jihua stood up with difficulty, his frayed cotton pants covered in dust, and said in surprise: "Seriously?"

"Seriously." Chen Xiangyin faced Wen Jihua, "There is one thing I want to tell you..."

Wen Jihua was in disbelief and burst into tears of joy. Muddy tears flowed out from under his sunglasses, winding along the wrinkles, ravines and white beard.

"Girl, tell me! What's the matter?"

Chen Xiangyin: "...you must be mentally prepared." He mustered up the courage and was discouraged before he could even take a breath.

The man leaning next to him blocked the sunlight and spoke firmly and forcefully, "Mr. Wen, Dabai was buried in the fire caused by the fireworks explosion. Please express your condolences."

Chen Xiang was surprised, and his palm was pinched by He Chongtian.

Wen Jihua's face darkened and the corners of his mouth turned downward, "Dabai... is a good dog."

Chen Xiangyin looked at Xuan Guo, and everyone was silent.

Dabai's death made him feel so sad, and Wen Jihua may not be able to bear the pain of losing a son in his later years.

He Chongtian's voice rose a bit, "Also, I contacted Wen Xuemin."

Wen Jihua raised his eyebrows, "Xiaomin, he...you...how is he doing lately?"

He Chongtian sighed: "I also learned through many inquiries that Wen Jimin was assigned to participate in confidential work abroad a month ago. The specific work content is unclear, but you can rest assured that it is an absolutely safe project."

"Secret work..." The expression on Wen Jihua's face relaxed, "Young civilians are promising, so confidentiality work must be done by public institutions... Then it is really inconvenient for you to contact me. If he is good... it will be fine..."

He Chongtian followed Wen Jihua's words and said, "Wen Xuemin is indeed doing well. If you receive anonymous payments in the future, it will definitely be from him."

As if there was hope, Wen Jihua had a gentle smile on his face and nodded slowly.

Chen Xiangyin glanced at He Chongtian gratefully, without saying a word, and said with lip language: "Thank you."

In the building not far away, a young man dressed in black stood on the rooftop, throwing the soul bell into the sky, raising his hand to clear the clouds and see the sun.

The scarred ghost building in Zique Town will become a thing of the past.

After passing one mountain, another mountain.

He Chongtian's phone rang, and the call came from his subordinate at home.

While Zhou was seeking medical treatment, he ran away.