Youxianguan, everything starts from the end of the end of Dharma

Compared to Tang Yuchen, who was probably dead at this time, Songpashan, a wizard from Southeast Asia, was obviously not the kind of person who was more cruel to others than to himself.

Now, as soon as he was caught, Wu Qi didn't even need to ask questions. He immediately expressed that he could cooperate and confessed to You Laoer!

"Oh, it's really him." Wu Qi said. He had already expected this answer, so he didn't think it was that strange.

Although he did the murder in the compound yesterday very neatly and spent some time cleaning up the scene afterwards, it was not perfect. If you really check it carefully, there are actually many flaws.

As long as a thoughtful person puts together the various clues before and after the incident, it will be easy to discover the doubts about him. However, there is no direct evidence to prove that he was at the crime scene at the time.

But, again, presenting facts and evidence is what the police have to do. For people like You Laoer, suspicion is actually enough.

Not to mention, they also have wizards who are completely unreasonable. With just a magic card taken from Hou Chen, they can control the ghost and accurately find him within a range of dozens of kilometers.

location. This is truly unsolvable...

If it hadn't been for last night when Wu Qi bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of pure yang blood, the Yin ghost would have been "stunned" on the spot. I'm afraid he would have either been swallowed by the Yin ghost and turned into a mummy, or he would have escaped after being seriously injured.

At Ma Qianjun’s house, You Laoer came to the door in the middle of the night and beat him to death.

"Then tell me, where is he now?"

Wu Qi chuckled twice and squatted down, trying to keep his eyesight as level as possible with Songpa Shan.

"He should have left. Last night, after my soul boy disappeared, he suffered a backlash and was seriously injured. He left immediately after answering a phone call..."

As Songpashan spoke, he vomited blood from his mouth. But facing Wu Qi, who squatted down in front of him and looked at him levelly, although his body was in severe pain and he could not even speak, he did not dare to say anything.

Pause.

Of course this was partly because he was afraid of death, but more of it was due to fear and regret about Wu Qi.

The existence of people like them is full of mystery, with many things to pay attention to, and many taboos. Whether it is practicing or casting spells, it is not completely cost-free. Especially when facing someone like Wu Qi who is accomplished in martial arts and has a lot of taboos.

When a master with extremely strong Qi and blood, under normal circumstances, the spirit boy Yin Gui like him would not be able to get close to him easily.

What I'm afraid of is the conflict between good and evil. The yang energy that burns and spreads like a flame all the time in this kind of person dilutes the dark soul. Even if the opponent's essence is swallowed up, in the end, most of the gains outweigh the losses.

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Therefore, Songpa Shan has not figured out what happened last night until now. I don’t know why the evil ghost went out of his way and pounced on Wu Qi desperately when he saw it, even himself

I didn’t even listen to my orders...

And this is actually where he feels most afraid and regretful.

China has a vast territory and rich resources. Although after the founding of the People's Republic of China, all the people became atheistic, no one knows how much various metaphysics handed down from ancient times have been privately retained.

"Left? You mean you don't know where he is now?" Wu Qi frowned when he heard this, and then put a hand on Songpa Shan's head.

With a gentle exertion of his big hand, there was only a soft click of Songpa Shan's skull. Then, blood flowed out from his eyes, ears and nostrils.

At this time, no matter how strong the psychological quality is, no one can calm down. What's more, Songpa Shan had no intention of resisting. At the moment, he only felt his head tightening and the severe pain was like five red-hot sticks.

The steel drill was inserted all the way into his head, and it hurt like bone marrow.

He quickly shouted: "Everything I said is true. The second child messed up something yesterday and attracted the attention of the police... In addition, I lost my hand again last night, so he didn't dare to continue in Wucheng."

Stay tuned."

"Although I don't know where he is now, I heard the phone call clearly yesterday... it was from Malaysia."

Songpashan stiffened his body and did not dare to move. However, in one breath, he clearly stated the most likely whereabouts of You Laoer. He did not dare to hide anything.

"Going back to Malaysia? It's not impossible."

When Wu Qi heard Song Pashan say this, his hand immediately relaxed, but his five fingers were still clasped on his head, as if he had caught a ball in the palm of his hand, and he was ready to squeeze it with more force at any time.

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For people like Wu Laoer, who originally came from a gangster background, his ability to live to this age is not only due to his strong kung fu, but also to his cautious character.

When he saw that things were not going well in Wucheng, he seemed to want to get out of control. With the nature of a person like him, it was indeed very likely that he would run away immediately. Then he would wait and see for a while in his hometown in Malaysia.

, and then decide whether to come back or not.

After all, although the threat to him from the police is not that big yet, it is a bit scary for someone who can destroy a ghostly soul boy in the hands of Songpa Shan!

Most people who practice kung fu are brave and fierce, and have strong blood. Once they fight with others, and the fighting becomes intense, the adrenaline hormones will be secreted too much, and it is impossible to hold back. Therefore, in today's society, any martial arts practitioner with particularly strong actual combat ability

, in fact, I have hurt many people.

Wu Laoer is one of the top ten martial arts masters in Southeast Asia. He is very skilled in kung fu and is a member of the underworld. Naturally, he has many lives under his command.

Therefore, when his apprentice was beaten to death, he was bent on taking revenge. The reason was that he had confidence in his own strength and was not afraid of being killed by his fellow comrades.

However, if the opponent were someone like Sompashan, then he would be a little afraid.

Anyway, he is just an apprentice. No matter how satisfied he is with Hou Chen and how diligent he is, compared to facing an opponent who can destroy the ghost boy and still doesn't know the details, his confidence is obviously not that strong.

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"Okay then. Since You Laoer has left, let's talk about the things between the two of us first."

Wu Qi thought for a while, nodded again, and suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled out an iron plate from under Songpashan's neck, holding it in his hand.

Sure enough, except for the different patterns and words on it, the rest of the material and feel are exactly the same as the original two pieces in my hand.

"My magic card..."

As soon as Songpa Shan instinctively moved his body, he reached out to grab it, but both of his arms were already disabled, and he didn't even know how many bones were broken in his body.

As soon as he raised his hand, his whole body shivered with pain. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. Unknowingly, his face turned pale and his eyes became dim.

"Don't be nervous. It's not like I've never seen this thing before. And if my guess is right, you were able to let your soul boy find me yesterday because of this thing, right? So, let's talk about this thing now. In the end,

What is it!"

Wu Qi stared at Songpashan's eyes for a while, and combined with the ghost last night and the fight just now, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed with the methods of this Southeast Asian wizard.

It seems that compared with my own view of immortals, these so-called wizards seem to be too weak. They are completely different from the kind of practitioners I originally imagined.

"Forget it, forget it! Anyway, I have fallen into your hands, and I don't care much anymore. As long as you can spare my life, I will tell you everything you want..."

Songpashan felt the five fingers on his head move slightly again, and suddenly he lost all his energy.

"But, you have to tell me first. How did you, a martial arts practitioner, break my soul boy...?"

Seeing him like this, Wu Qi immediately let go of his hand and sneered: "It's just a mouthful of blood from the tip of his tongue. Otherwise, how difficult do you think it would be?"