1245: C1245 Karmic Power

C1245 Karmic Power

"Mm, I understand."

Lin Fann reached out his hand and pushed it a bit, then interrupted the tall man's words, "Play a song for me, I'm going now."

"Then, then I'm bragging?"

He couldn't figure out what was going on in Lin Fann's gourd. The tall one put the flute to his mouth and said, "You really won't kill me?"

"Why should I kill you?" Shaking his head, Lin Fann joked, "Hurry up and brag, I still have to go back to find Solow Gong overnight."

Hearing that he could survive, the tall man immediately blew his flute. With the first breath, he immediately realized that something was wrong.

It was as if something had jumped out from the flute, and a sinister aura was being emitted from the flute.

This is... This is... Ah …

It was the ghost inside the flute. It was the soul that he had killed and extracted to refine the poisonous flute demon note.

Waves of ghost aura seeped into the tall man's seven orifices, devouring his life force, tearing apart his internal organs...

The screams lasted for five minutes before the tall man's eyes lost their liveliness and fell to the ground. He couldn't die anymore.

The ghosts that were avenged all bowed to Lin Fann, then turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared.

"In the end, evil arts harm others and yourself. This can also be considered your fate."

After crushing the flute with one foot, Lin Fann threw the flame towards the tall corpse. Instantly, the flame turned into ashes.

It was also at this moment that a dense energy from the air entered Lin Fann's nose and he felt refreshed.

"This is the power of karmic virtue?"

Lin Fann's eyes lit up as he felt the sudden growth of the Spiritual Sense. When he was cultivating the Dragon Bloodline Skill, it had involved the power of karmic virtue. He didn't expect it to actually exist!

The power of merit was another way to increase Spiritual Sense s!

"..."

The eighth floor of the casino. As the tallest building in this beautiful little town, the view from the outside was charming and enchanting.

However, Solow Gong was uninterested in watching all of this.

"Boss, don't you love me anymore?"

Bathing in the fragrance, a beautiful figure. Her body hooked onto Solow Gong's neck from behind as she whined, "You were very impatient when you saw me in the past, but you didn't even touch me when you saw me tonight."

With a puff of smoke from his mouth, Solow Gong grabbed back a handful of smoke and said, "Tonight is a bit special. I will touch you after I receive the good news."

For some reason, he had a bad feeling about this. To be more accurate, he should be feeling flustered.

That Chinese Boy is a bit strange, he should be able to deal with it, right?

He looked at the time and saw that two hours had passed. There should have at least been some news. There shouldn't have been any feedback at all.

He picked up his phone and called. All he heard was the sound of the phone shutting down, which deepened Solow Gong's uneasiness.

"Boss, stop watching. Let's enjoy the happy evening."

Feeling her absent-minded hands on her body, the woman coquettishly said, "Hurry up, I can't wait any longer. I've waited for so long, it's so good …"

"Don't bother me, scram to the side."2

When Solow Gong heard that the situation wasn't going well and the woman continued to act pretentiously, he immediately turned around and slapped her: "You're very thirsty, right? Go and play with your own props."

Clutching her sore cheek, the woman cried out in fear, "There's … "Someone …"

"F * ck, did he get involved in a role play?"

Looking at the woman's reaction, Solow Gong picked up the leather belt on the ground: "You want to play, right? I'll slap you to death today."

"Boss, there's really someone here, there really is someone here."

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