After Disappearing For 20 Years, I Return As The Most Powerful Heavenly Master

Until I ran far away.

Chen Yuewen and the others stopped.

"Can't hear that baby cry."

The girl in hot pants was panting, putting her hands on her knees, looking back and forth, listening carefully to see if the baby's cry from before was still there.

"I can't hear you anymore." Chen Yuewen put her hand on her shoulder again, hesitated for a moment before speaking out: "Well... my shoulder seems not to be sore anymore."

When she relaxed, she found that her shoulders were completely free of pain, soreness, and heaviness. There was nothing wrong with her shoulders.

"Are you sure?" The girl in hot pants ran too fast, and her face turned red, making her look even more attractive.

To be honest, on this old street in the evening, I encountered a baby screaming again, and Chen Yuewen's shoulder pain returned inexplicably. It was difficult not to connect the two.

Even the intellectual lady who has always been materialistic cannot calm down.

"Yue Wen, you are not really a ghost." The girl in hot pants shouted: "After you came back from Thailand to negotiate the contract, your shoulder hurts from time to time, and you are unlucky day by day. You must be a ghost in Thailand, right? .”

Intellectual Royal Sister also made a last-ditch attack at this time: "Isn't it quite evil over there in Thailand?"

Although I don't want to believe this, the sinister wind and the baby's cry just now are too scary, and no one can choose to ignore it, and can't help but rely on the weird side.

Chen Yuewen is no exception.

She didn't speak, but her eyes showed that she was really scared.

...I will throw away the Thai jade pendant when I go back.

While thinking about it, Chen Yuewen was not idle and immediately set off to go home.

The two girls in hot pants also went back with him. In this situation, if you still have the time to drink milk tea, you should go back quickly.

en route.

Under the questioning of the intellectual sister, Chen Yuewen told all the details before and after going to Thailand. In the end, the more she thought about it, the more something was wrong. If Chen Yuewen really encountered a ghost, it was most likely the female colleague named Wang.

Then Chen Yuewen told the story.

There were sounds behind them that could not be heard by ordinary people.

The sound is like a deep mountain in winter, and the forest is as thick and cold as bones.

"This woman is really vicious. She dares to invite foreign evil spirits to harm her own Daxia people. She deserves to be killed!"

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at the same time.

Thailand, Bangkok, in the alley of the old district.

In the basement of an old single-family house, the room is densely decorated, with trapezoidal wooden tables placed on the walls on both sides, and a display of strange-looking demonic sculptures with animal heads and human bodies, some with three heads and six arms, and sharp fangs and sharp mouths.

There are a dazzling array of skulls of different sizes hanging on the wall, including animal bones and human bones, hung in strings, and affixed with various ghost-like talismans.

And there is an offering table placed in the middle of the room...

Different from the ordinary offerings, what was placed was a basin of blood from an unknown animal. A thick incense stick was inserted in the blood basin, and it strangely remained upright.

The fragrance filled the air, casting a hazy and eerie layer on the already weird room.

Except.

Sitting cross-legged in front of the altar table was a shirtless middle-aged man with tattoos of ghosts and gods with teeth and claws on his body.

He kept mumbling unintelligible Thai words in his mouth, and the fragrance kept drifting into his nose every time he exhaled and inhaled, but just when he was making strange mudra with both hands, he was preparing for the next step of practice.

Click——

It looked like pieces of a crock pot had been broken off and suddenly burst out in the room.

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, stopped chanting, and followed the movement to look at the trapezoidal wooden table on the left. The source of the sound came from a statue on display.

The statue is completely black, in the shape of a curled-up baby, with blood-stained ropes from five poisonous insects tied to it. The five-flowered rope is tied to the statue, as if it is afraid that the statue will run away.

He looked intently.

The head of the dark baby statue was completely cracked, and the pieces were scattered around the table and fell to the ground. Even the ropes were broken, and the shrill screams of the baby could be heard faintly.

Everything happened very briefly, but it was all captured by the middle-aged man.

"The ghost boy is dead?" The middle-aged man spoke plausibly in Thai, with a flash of surprise: "No, my ghost boy was eaten."

Learn the truth.

The middle-aged man stood up and came to the fragments of the ghost boy statue.

There was a bone dagger ground from a baby's ribs in his hand, and he cut the palm of his hand, causing the oozing blood to drip on the fragments and broken ropes. He rubbed them together and murmured some kind of spell in his mouth.

The spell is obscure.

Just thinking about it for a while, the middle-aged man couldn't feel happy anymore, his brows furrowed tightly, and his face became even more warm and angry:

"How is it possible to eat cleanly? Isn't she just an ordinary Daxia woman? Did she meet a colleague?"

He remembered the reason why he sent the ghost boy this time... to slowly kill a Daxia woman named 'Chen Yuewen'.

The reason.

A few days ago, he was approached by a woman who called herself Wang He. The woman gave him money and asked him to lower Chen Yuewen's head. He thought it was an extremely simple business.

As a result, Gumantong was actually eaten, leaving no residue at all.

The middle-aged man cursed in Thai, then picked up the cell phone on the table and made a call.

It didn't take long.

The call was answered, and the person speaking on the other end was a woman. Judging from her voice, she was not too old, in her early thirties.

"...Master Tong Pala, why did you call me? Is there something wrong? Yuewen has taken care of it?"

In order to facilitate communication, she switched to Thai to communicate with him mid-sentence.

"It's not settled, Miss Wang. There's something wrong with your business. There's an expert behind that person named Chen Yuewen, and my Gumantong was killed."

The middle-aged man said, somewhat dissatisfied:

"Miss Wang, you said that Chen Yuewen is just an ordinary person, but she is obviously not."

"this……"

The woman called Miss Wang had a headache at the moment and was a little at a loss as she said:

"I didn't know that there was an expert behind Yue Wen, so what should I do? Master Tong Pala, do you still have a way to kill Yue Wen? I won't be discovered by Yue Wen."

"You can kill, but..." Master Tongpala said solemnly: "You have to pay more."

He didn't remove the ink and explained directly.

"My Gumantong is not a simple ghost boy. He has a full 50 years of Taoism and has been trained by me for a long time. Even an ordinary Daxia Taoist priest cannot handle it."

"But now it has been killed or eaten alive. I suspect that there are people with the same evil ways as me. I am afraid that the way is no worse than mine. If I want to kill it, I have to spend some effort, so the price cannot be calculated according to the price of killing ordinary people."

Miss Wang was relieved when she heard this: "Money is not an issue, just tell me the price."

She didn't care about the price. Now she had to take action. If Chen Yuewen found out that she had harmed her, even if she called the police, ordinary police would not accept the case.

But before she approached Master Tongpala, she knew that Daxia had police who specialized in these "metaphysics" areas, and they would definitely catch her.

than money.

She cherishes herself even more. Anyway, as long as Chen Yuewen is dead, no one will compete with her for the position. If she shows off her lust, she might be able to get into the shareholder level.

The money will not be easily obtained by then.

As for whether you are afraid of failure with Master Pala?

She is not afraid, she knows very well who Master Tongpala is. He is the descendant of the first head-downing master in Thailand. So far, there is no business that cannot be completed with Master Tongpala.

"It's refreshing." Master Tongpala grinned: "I will continue to do this business."

He did not tell Miss Wang that since he dared to kill his Gumantong, he would take action even without Miss Wang.

"If you dare to eat my Gumantong, I want to see what kind of thing in Daxia has no eyes."

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