1118: C1118 Is Motive Important

C1118 Is Motive Important

After two years of being a Heaven Master, he had learned a few tricks. There was no such thing as Feng Shui and Feng Shui, and there were no demons or devils in this world.

There were only people who caused trouble in the hearts of the people.

Although he didn't know what was in the villa, he was certain that the weasel was either hallucinating, or a normal phenomenon that could be explained by science.

He went up and took a stroll. Then, he made some mystifying moves. He would give the weasel a psychological counseling. With one million yuan in his hands, how could there be such a good thing in this world?

At this time, outside the villa, other than the weasel, no one really believed that there was a ghost inside.

What kind of era was this? Why was there such a thing as feudal superstitious?

However, since Brother Huang said that there was a ghost, then he had to pretend to believe in it.

Compared to ghosts and gods, they were more concerned about pleasing Brother Huang to gain more benefits.

"Brother Yang, let that kid scout out the background first and see the cultivation of that evil ghost. We'll act according to the situation when the time comes. The car is parked next to us. We have to act faster later."

The weasel had a serious expression and was ready to escape at any time.

Yang Xuan nodded slightly. It wasn't that he really believed that there was a ghost inside, but he felt that it wouldn't hurt to let a cannon fodder scout in first.

At this time, the lights in the villa began to flicker. The big man's angry shout came from inside, "Hey! I am the seventy-seventh generation direct disciple of the Maoshan Sect. Who dares to cause trouble here? Quickly show yourself!"

When the people outside saw this scene, they had an indifferent attitude just now. At this moment, all of their faces froze. Could it be that there really was something dirty inside?

The weasel's forehead was covered in sweat as he nervously swallowed his saliva. From time to time, his gaze would glance at the car parked beside him.

Immediately after, the sound of boxes being overturned came from inside. It sounded like the fight was quite intense.

"I didn't expect that grandson to be such an expert!"

When the weasel heard this sound, it immediately became confident.

But at this moment, a voice that was very inconsistent with the situation suddenly sounded.

"F * ck, what the hell!"

Following the man's miserable cry, the glass window on the third floor exploded with a bang. The man's body shot out and crashed heavily onto the ground.

The surrounding air instantly became quiet.

"Let's go and take a look."

The weasel pushed out a person from the crowd. That person nervously walked to the side of the strong man, stretched out his hand and carefully checked his breath. He instantly let out a scream, then turned around and ran.

"He, he, he, he... He's out of breath!"

"What are you panicking about!?"

The weasel shouted angrily at that person, "I've already said it a few times, don't panic when you're in trouble, you have to calm down, understand?!"

After saying that, the weasel ran towards the car parked next to him. "Brother Yang, it's going to rain. Let's go back and collect our clothes!"

However, when he looked back, he found that Yang Xuan did not follow him. Instead, he walked slowly towards the man's body.

"Brother Yang, Brother Yang, what are you doing? Go home and collect your clothes!"

The weasel was so anxious that it stomped its feet. Just as it was about to clench its teeth and rush over, it saw Yang Xuan waving his hand gently, signaling it to stay away.

Yang Xuan came to the side of the brawny man's corpse and squatted down. The brawny man's facial features were hideous, and his eyes bulged, as if he had seen something terrifying before he died.

However, his fatal injury was a strange bruise on his forehead.

The bruise was about the size of a quail egg. It was purple-black and looked like a drop of water splashing on the ground.

Yang Xuan gently stretched out a finger and touched it. It was soft and soft.

The frontal bone under the bruise was shattered. The force pierced through and instantly shattered the brain, causing death.

The way he died was exactly the same as the boss of the stall.

Yang Xuan rubbed his chin and pondered for a moment. Then he slowly stood up and slowly walked towards the villa's main door.

"Brother Yang, don't go in!"

The weasel was screaming behind him, but Yang Xuan had already walked into the villa.

The hall was a mess, and all the tables and chairs were knocked over.

Yang Xuan smiled. He could tell that it was not a sign of a fight at first glance, but a one-man show that the brawny man was singing to confuse the truth.

Bang!

Right at this moment, the door of the villa behind them suddenly closed with a bang.

Yang Xuan smiled indifferently. He casually picked up a banana from the coffee table and slowly sat on the luxurious sofa that the weasel had spent a lot of money to buy.

He leisurely crossed his legs and peeled off the banana skin as he said faintly, "I am the Yang Xuan you are looking for. Sit down and chat for a while."

A red figure appeared out of nowhere on the sofa opposite Yang Xuan.

He then picked up a bottle of champagne from the table and a tall champagne glass. The bottle was tilted and the pale yellow champagne liquid was like a golden thread, slowly filling two-thirds of the glass.

Yang Xuan was eating the banana while the red dressed man sipped the champagne.

The room was so quiet that even a pin drop could be heard.

"What's wrong? Did the Red Shirt Sect use telepathy to communicate with people? If that's the case, then I can only apologize. I don't understand that thing. "

Yang Xuan smiled faintly.

The man in the red dress raised his head slightly and stared at Yang Xuan for a few seconds. His voice was deep and slow. "It seems like you are not an ordinary person to be able to kill Houndman."

Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes. "If only you were really a woman."

A fierce light flashed in the eyes of the man in the red dress. He said in a deep voice, "Why did you kill Houndman?"

Yang Xuan sneered and said, "Is motive very important?"

The red dressed man raised his eyes and glared at him angrily. His eyes were fierce and cold.

Yang Xuan smiled and met the man's eyes. The corner of his mouth was slightly raised, and there was a hint of mockery and playfulness in it.

"Hand over the chip and tell me your accomplices. I can let you die a quick death!"

The man in the red dress was filled with killing intent.

Seeing that the other party was still mocking him, the killing intent on his face became even more intense, "Do you think that you can just keep quiet?"

"We can locate the location of the chip. If nothing unexpected happens, my two companions are already on their way to hide the chip."1

"As for your mastermind and accomplices, if you don't want to say anything, my companions and I can only ask your family."

Yang Xuan was slightly stunned. He stuffed the last half of the banana into his mouth and looked at the man in the red dress word by word. "I - Cao - Ni - Ma!"

What Yang Xuan hated the most in his life was someone talking about his family!

"You are courting death!"

Seeing that it was impossible to continue the conversation, both parties finally shed all pretenses of cordiality.

The red dressed man took the initiative to attack.

The champagne glass lightly knocked on the coffee table, and a crystal clear drop of champagne instantly bounced up from the blanket.

The man in the red dress put his five fingers together, and his fair palm suddenly cut across.

Whoosh -

The bean-sized drop of champagne suddenly shot towards Yang Xuan's forehead like a bullet that had shot out of the barrel at high speed.

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