"Master Black, this is Mr. Lin from Jingzhou!"

"Black Master!"

Lin Feng nodded slightly and glanced at Heizaba, feeling a special cold breath, and five words appeared in his mind - the black-clothed sapling master.

There are two types of surrender masters: black-clothed surrender masters and white-clothed surrender masters.

The black-clothed head teacher mainly receives money to reduce people, and has no morality or bottom line.

The white-clothed sacrificial master mainly helps people to retreat, make peace and popularity, etc.

The art of reducing heads they practiced is not only a magic that can harm people but also save people. The nature of practice is extremely gloomy.

Because the practice location of the head-repressing technique is extremely gloomy and weird, such as evil houses, cemeteries, corpse burning furnaces, etc. The collected and produced negative material human bones, corpse oil, human fetuses, grave soil, etc. are used as mechanic materials. The process of practicing magic is extremely terrifying and hidden, so it is not understood by people and is regarded as an evil technique.

When Lai Bancheng saw Heizaba, anger flashed in his eyes. It was this turtle bastard who took away Xiaohong's last soul. He really wanted to kill this grandson with one punch.

However, he knew very well that it was not the time to tear off his face, so he could only endure it.

"Master Black!" Lai Bancheng greeted.

Heizaba seemed to notice Lai Bancheng's hostility and looked at him deeply. Lai Bancheng felt dizzy and his eyes were confused, almost falling into a state of loss and in a daze.

"scold!"

At this time, a sound exploded in Lai Bancheng's mind like a dusk drum and morning bell, pulling him out of his lost state.

"What a terrible head-sucking technique!"

Lai Bancheng glanced at Heizaba with fear. When the other party looked at him, he almost lost him. It was really terrible. He couldn't help but feel cold sweat and furrowed all over. At the same time, he was secretly glad that fortunately he didn't act recklessly, otherwise he would not only not be able to save Xiaohong, but also trap himself in.

"Mr. Lin, Uncle. I don't know what's wrong. I'm a little dizzy. Let's lie down for a while. You guys talk slowly!"

Lai Bancheng looked at Lin Feng and felt grateful. If Lin Feng had not secretly sent a message and shouted at the wake of a blow, he would have been lost now.

"Butler Wang, arrange a room for Bancheng and let him rest." Lai Changhe ordered.

"Mr. Lai, please follow me!" Butler Wang said respectfully.

"We must not miss the meal later. We must have a good drink and never return until we get drunk!" Lin Feng said with a quiet smile.

"Okay." Lai Bancheng happened to take this opportunity to escape and wanted to go to the things Lin Feng arranged for him.

Heizaba looked at Lai Bancheng's back and frowned, feeling puzzled inside. How could he be fine? How strange?

The black master was very puzzled. He knew Lai Bancheng very well and it was absolutely impossible to crack his head-squeezing technique, but why did it fail this time?

Could it be that he has some kind of spiritual object that restrains the head and reduces his head?

Thinking of this, Heizaba was a little moved, a trace of greed flashed in his eyes. When he swung his sleeves, a small snake as thick as a chopstick flew out of his sleeves, followed quietly, secretly monitoring, and finding out.

At this time, Heizaba looked at Lin Feng and suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart, but he shook his head and denied this feeling. The illusion must be an illusion.

How could it be this young man?

The little snake, as thick as a chopstick, was not far away when a faint golden light flashed through it. A trace of confusion flashed in the little snake's eyes, and then turned around and ran straight towards the kitchen. Many maids were scared along the way and screamed loudly.

Finally, the little snake came to the chopping board in the kitchen.

Among the chefs, a middle-aged man in his early forties had a big head and a thick neck. He looked like a chef. He was about to make a snake soup. He picked up the small snake and cut it into pieces, broke his belly and cut it into pieces.

This is naturally Lin Feng's method.

"ah--"

In the backyard, Heizaba screamed, with a look of pain on his face, and he vomited blood, obviously suffering a lot of trauma.

The little snake was carefully raised by him for many years with his heart blood. It is one of the most important things. It has a mysterious connection with him. Now it has been chopped off by the chef several times, so it is naturally backfired.

"Master Black, what's wrong with you?" Lai Changhe said in shock.

"Head of the family, Mr. Lin, I'm fine, I just feel a little uncomfortable, so I'll lose my companion first."

Heizaba said anxiously and left in a hurry.

Lin Feng glanced at Heizaba, raised the corner of his mouth, then bounced his fingers, and a true energy turned into a spiritual guide and followed.

"Mr. Lin, what do you think of these fighting dogs?" Lai Changhe asked.

Lin Feng glanced at it, shook his head lightly, and said, "Let's just be sloppy."

"Haha. As for the identity of Mr. Lin, he naturally has a high vision. It is normal to look down on these things." Lai Changhe smiled awkwardly, "In three days, Qingzhou will hold a world-class dog fighting conference. Is Lin Shao interested?"

"This kind of prosperous era cannot be missed." Lin Feng smiled.

"Haha, that's great."

Lai Changhe now regards Lin Feng as his God of Wealth, very enthusiastic. "Sister Lin, the food is ready, let's take the seat."

Lin Feng and Lai Changhe came to the restaurant, and the dining table was filled with delicious dishes, full of colors and flavors, not inferior to the dishes in five-star hotels.

Lai Changhe took out two 20-year-old Feitian Moutai and said with a smile:

"Lai and Mr. Lin hit it off at first sight. Today we will not return without getting drunk!"

"Master Lai, you look down on me, Mr. Lin." Lin Feng glanced at Lai Changhe, like a cynical rich man, and said proudly.

"What does Mr. Lin mean?" Lai Changhe's face changed and he asked blankly.

"How can two people drink alcohol so much?"

Lin Feng said: "I see that the black master was good just now, so let him come and drink with him!"

"Haha, Lin Shao's words are reasonable. As Lin Shao's identity, naturally, I have to find a few worthwhile accompanying him?" Lai Changhe said with a embarrassed look: "But Master Hei is ill-in-"

"Haha, to be crazy, no one in this world dares not give me face to Mr. Lin?" Lin Feng said with a deep face.

"Okay. I'll have someone go and invite the Black Master!"

At that moment, Lai Changhe ordered Butler Wang to invite Master Hei.

Soon, Heizaba was invited over. When he saw the 20-year-old Feitian Moutai, his eyes lit up, poured a cup, smelled it, and ran away with his face.

"Good wine, it's really good wine, what a great wine."

This is also a good wine person.

Although Master Black is laughing, his ridiculous look makes people feel sad.

"Haha, it turns out that Master Hei is also a fellow disciple." Lin Feng raised his glass with a smile.

At this time, Lai Bancheng, who was far away in another room, was anxious and anxious, like an ant on a hot pan, and a voice suddenly came to my mind.

"The Spiritual Spirit will take you to Heizaba's room. There is not much time, so be careful!"

This is a thousand miles of voice transmission!

As soon as he finished speaking, a roadmap appeared in Lai Bancheng's mind.

Spiritual guidance guides the way!

"The boss's method is really incredible and amazing!" Lai Bancheng said sincerely, and then followed the route map to Heizaba's room.

Lai Bancheng came to Heizaba's room, and a gust of cold wind blew in his face. Seeing the arrangement in the room, he couldn't help but tremble with trembling, his back became cold and his hair was turtled.

He didn't dare to hesitate and carefully took out a petal, which was a piece of the soul-burning flower.

Lai Bancheng stared at the Burial Soul Flower affectionately, calling Xiaohong's name in his heart. A flash of light appeared in the air. His long hair was as pale as gold paper, without a trace of blood, and his body became more and more empty and almost dissipated.

"Hong'er, you--" Lai Bancheng's face changed drastically.

"Bancheng--" Xiaohong stared at Lai Bancheng affectionately, floated to Lai Bancheng, stretched out his jade hand, held his fat face without any disgust.

"Bancheng, I'm fine, don't worry about me!" Xiaohong said with a smile, but in fact, her condition was not good, and she lacked a soul. If she hadn't met Lin Feng, she would have probably been wiped out from the world and completely disappeared.

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