At this time, the thunder rolled in.
"Boom ······" Dark clouds gathered, drifted towards the mountain, and then hung over the ancestral tomb of the Situ family, and a gentle drizzle gradually filled the hillside.
Those hiding in the woods could see the lightning looming in the clouds even with the naked eye, as if it was brewing a terrifying blow.
In the ancestral tomb, Wang Xuanzhen stared at the beads of his eyes and shouted, "You let me be struck by lightning?
” "It's okay, just take a moment, it's over quickly, it's almost like a mosquito bite, hold on to the fat," Xiang said with his teeth bared.
"The next scene may be a little hard for you to accept, but you haven't seen any storms like a big boss, have you?
Hold on, I'll send you somewhere" Xiang Missing Middle Finger swiped his seal hall, and the Yin Si mark on his eyebrows suddenly appeared.
"In the vast capital city, the immeasurable light cave of the spiritual treasure shines on the Yanchi, and the souls of the nine shadows enter the capital and die······ Yin Si Xiang Xiang took the soul of the dead into the underworld, and asked the ghost door to open ······" A crack suddenly appeared in front of the three of them, and an eerie and dim aura projected out.
Xiang Que slapped the top of Situ Shengyun's head with a "snap", and in an instant, his three souls and seven spirits were forced out of his body.
"Situ Shengyun's body must not be able to withstand the thunder punishment, your numerology is blinded by the heavens, the thunder punishment is just a little painful on your body, you have to help him share a little, my nine charms can only let him bear two-thirds of the lightning strike, and you have to come to the rest."
"I ······ Grass" Wang Xuanzhen said speechlessly: "Aren't you numerology blinded by heaven?"
Why don't you come, let me come?
” Xiang Que said seriously: "I'm Yinsi, I have to send him to the underworld, fat, see you back" After Xiang Que used a red thread to tie Situ Shengyun's Three Souls and Seven Spirits to his wrists, he stepped directly into the Netherworld Mansion, and the gap behind him suddenly healed and closed.
"Whoa!"
The downpour above the mountain fell instantly, and the heavy rain obscured people's vision, and the thunder penalty that had been brewing for a long time on the clouds finally took shape.
"Click" A thick lightning bolt fell from the sky and slashed the ancestral grave.
"What kind of grass you are missing, you have no asshole when you give birth to a son" Wang Fatzi gritted his teeth and cursed, seeing that after the thunder roared, a bolt of lightning slashed towards himself and Situ Shengyun, who was pasted with rune paper next to him.
There was a slight tremor on the hillside, and everyone felt a tremor under their feet, and the leaves in the woods were scattered, and the birds and beasts scattered.
In an instant, Wang Xuanzhen's hair stood on end, and an extremely sour and numb feeling spread all over his body, and in an instant, his head went blank, and the whole person was completely unconscious, and he was stunned.
"It's over, the people on the mountain must be finished, the three people don't know how many died" Many people have a thought, such a big lightning bolt struck the mountain, and the people near the ancestral tomb must have been chopped to death.
After a long time, the thunder died down, but the clouds in the sky began to disperse while the rain was still falling.
Wang Xuanzhen shook his head, came back to his senses a little from the blindfold, and after taking two deep breaths, he turned his head stiffly.
"Scorched, scorched?
Scorched?
"There was a corpse lying on the ground after a lightning strike, with a charred face, scarred body, and bleeding from all its orifices.
Situ Shengyun was killed by thunder!
A generation of Hongmen bigwigs died in the ancestral cemetery.
At the same time, Chinatown in San Francisco, USA.
In an old shop with feng shui and no fortune-telling signs, there is a basement, and there is only one room in the basement, and there is an old man sitting in the room, and there is a doll made of straw rope on the table in front of the old man.
The doll is laid flat on the table, with its limbs stretched out, without facial features, and the workmanship is very rough, somewhat similar to the toys that adults in rural China tie up randomly for children.
But the slight difference is that the doll's body is written with cinnabar's birthday, and a strand of human hair is tied with a red rope on the head, and then five silver needles are nailed to the limbs and eyebrows of the doll.
At this time, the silver needle on the doll's body was trembling slightly.
The old man at the table kept pinching the seal with both hands, and as the speed of his hands pinching the seal gradually increased, the trembling amplitude of the silver needle on the doll's body gradually increased.
"Ding ······" Suddenly, there was a soft sound, and the five silver needles that had been inserted into the doll's body suddenly exploded, all of which were broken in two.
At the moment of "boom", a ball of fire appeared on the doll, but the fire was fleeting, and then turned into a cloud of pitch-black weeds.
The old man wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and swallowed his saliva, and after regaining his composure, he quickly got up and walked out of the basement and returned to it.
The old man picked up the phone in the store and dialed it, and after a while, the other party connected, and the old man said softly: "The big guy is dead" There was a long silence on the phone, and after nearly half a minute, someone asked, "Really dead?"
” "Absolutely dead," the old man said firmly.
"Last two times, you said that you were more than 80% sure that you could kill him, but in the end he still didn't die······" The old man frowned and said: "I didn't expect the big guy to find a master to defend himself as soon as he returned to China, the first two shots were a little negligent and didn't take too much care to prevent it, since the first two misses, this time I made complete preparations, he will definitely die."
"How sure are you this time?"
The person on the phone asked.
"Ten out of ten, you wait to pay attention to the domestic news," the old man said proudly.
"Okay, good, good," the person on the phone said yes three times in a row and then hung up the phone.
The old man in the shop sat motionless on his chair rather melancholy.
At this time, the door of the small shop was suddenly pushed open, and two young African-American people walked into the store, and the old man raised his head in astonishment and asked in English suspiciously: "The old Chinese store does not accept foreign customers" "We're not in your shop," a black man grinned, showing a mouthful of white teeth.
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"Bang, bang, bang" Another black man suddenly pulled out a gun from his body, put it on the old man's head, and pulled the trigger three times in a row.
Then, the two black men began to rummage around the store at great speed, taking with them all the belongings they could find.
Just when Situ Shengyun died, Situ Ziqing, who was far away in Shanghai to meet with a client, suddenly felt a sharp pain in her heart, she frowned and held her chest and gasped.
"Miss Situ, what's uncomfortable?"
The person across from him asked.
Situ Ziqing waved his hand, picked up a bottle of mineral water and took a sip, and exhaled gently, but the feeling of restlessness still did not disappear.
"Wait a minute, I'll make a call" Situ Ziqing smiled apologetically and walked out with his phone.