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Chapter 51 Heart and God Blend

The "South Korea and North Korea" are far above the "round platform" in terms of land area and economic strength. In the Republic of China, all large-scale industry meetings with the word "China" prefixed with the word "China", such as the "Insurance" Annual Meeting, the China Business Summit, the China Education and Industry Supplementary Conference, etc., at least six out of ten meetings were held in Seoul, so Li Xiangzhi and his wife are actually very familiar with this city...

The taxi carried the family of three, turned left and right in the streets and alleys of Seoul, and after a while, they stopped at a slightly old golden appearance designated by the couple, which was a little tacky;

It looks square;

It looks like it is long and is about three to four hundred meters wide;

Fifteenth, at the top of the six-story building, there is a neon sign with the four-character neon sign in front of the building with the six-story building.

"Thank you, Mr. Driver." Zhang Hanmin paid according to the pricing table and got out of the car to pick up the greeting. When the young doorman who was greeting the guest in front of the hotel revolving door saw this scene, he immediately showed his eight teeth and said in his mouth, "Welcome to the Hanna Hotel in Seoul, sir, just hand over the greeting to me," he greeted him diligently and helped him carry the Zhang family's travel bag in his hand.

At this time, Zhang Muzi also pushed the door and walked out of the car. Through the glass door, he looked at the lobby where the hotel was not luxuriously decorated but was cleaned very clean. He didn't say much. After all, outside Shenluo Island, he had not tasted the fun that he had just possessed could bring.

“I have stayed in this hotel many times.

The first "Education and Education Annual Meeting" we attended in Seoul was held in this hotel." Seeing his son looking into the hotel, Li Xiangzhi hugged his shoulder and said with a little nostalgic tone: "At that time, I remember that you were only less than two years old and had just been weaned. If your grandmother hadn't allowed you to fly, we would have brought you with me.

In that case, you might fall in love with the city of Seoul at that time.”

"Mom, you must be bored in the meeting, so I won't follow you." Zhang Muzi smiled and shook her head, followed her father into the hotel lobby with her mother.

As soon as they entered the door, a capable professional woman who was guarding the front desk of the lobby, who looked about forty years old and had the word "Associate" written on the badge, recognized her regular customer and greeted warmly: "Zhang Xian, Mrs. Zhang welcomes you to stay in the 'Hanna Hotel' again. Should you come for a trip or attend the meeting this time?

If it’s a trip, our hotel has signed an agreement with several large art museums in Seoul this year. Guests can get a ticket to visit in advance. Please contact me if you need it.”

"Thank you, Deputy Manager Song," Li Xiangzhi smiled at the professional woman, shook her head, pointed to Zhang Muzi beside her and said inexplicably proudly: "We are coming this time, not a trip or a meeting, but my son is almost nineteen years old and is about to take the joint exam soon.

We plan to let him go to the 'Korean and North Korea' to study in college, so we brought him here to adapt in advance."

"Teacher Zhang, is this your son and Mr. Zhang? You are such a handsome talent. If you take the joint exam this year, you will definitely not study medicine in Seoul University or study law in the "Political University" next year." Hearing this, the woman in a black suit immediately turned her head to Zhang Muzi, and her tone seemed sincerely praised.

Since ancient times, scholars with solar terms in China have the desire to be a good doctor if they are not good ministers;

In modern society, whether it is a debater (lawyer) who earns a lot and helps people get rid of the crimes, or can decide whether to detain the suspect's prosecutor in the name of the so-called "independent official office", or the judge who controls the trial rhythm high above the court and judges who judges the fate of the suspect are decent figures with high social status.

Therefore, for the general public on the Korean Peninsula, which is deeply influenced by traditional culture, doctors, lawyers, prosecutors and judges are the pinnacle of workplace planning in their minds. If a young man can be admitted to the two top universities in the "Korea and North Korea", the most popular professional medical or law at the Political University, it will be as glorious as he passed the imperial examination in ancient times.

Although he knew that he had no hope to get into Seoul University with Zhang Muzi's grades, when he heard people praise his son, Li Xiangzhi laughed out loud and said something like "If you want to get into such a good university, you probably have to work hard..." and opened a two-bedroom suite at the front desk and left the hotel lobby.

It is actually only a few hundred kilometers from "Shen Luo" to Seoul. It takes less than an hour to fly by plane. If you have one way, it is not a problem.

But as soon as he entered the suite, Zhang Muzi yawned and said to his parents: "Mom, dad, I feel sleepy as soon as I take a plane. You can go to dinner by yourself. I want to take a shower and sleep, and go to eat when I wake up."

"Okay, then you go to bed and have a good rest. It will be hard work tomorrow." Li Xiangzhi looked at her son, nodded in pain without any doubt.

"Yeah." Zhang Muzi responded with a smile, took out his changing clothes from the salute and walked into the small bedroom of the suite.

The door was locked and the smile on his face disappeared without a trace. He threw the luggage and bags of clothes on the ground, kicked off his shoes and jumped onto the bed, and took out a small silk red cloth bag from his pocket.

He opened it carefully, and the silk bag was extremely strangely revealed more than a dozen fine nails cut out and a bunch of hair tied with extremely thin hemp ropes.

These two things and the red silk cloth that wrapped them were all discovered by Zhang Muzi in the hands of his dead grandfather. It was the day after Li Shansan's strange rebirth. The priests who escaped from the palace temple due to the inheritance ceremony returned to the "Xingtian Palace" and found that the old palace king had died inexplicably in the Lingxiao Palace.

In addition to being shocked, they did not dare to move every grass and tree in the hall, but stumbled and hurried to find the missing Shaogongjun, so they were finally found by the priests on the ** stone road. Zhang Muzi, who had woken up, packed up his grandfather's relics and found the red silk cloth bag.

If you are an ordinary person, even if you find this, you will be confused. However, for a mage who has been practicing magic for more than ten years, it is not difficult to guess what the use of a person's nails and hair are. It is nothing more than a medium for casting spells and curses.

Combined with the angry and desperate eyes of my grandfather before his death, as well as his soul thoughts flew out of the 'Niwan Palace', he vaguely heard the sentence, "...I will break the last grudges in the world... Li Linhe, Li Linhe... I have a great fate to go to the underworld together today..." Zhang Muzi realized the night when he discovered the silk bag.

There is only one reason why my grandfather held such a red cloth bag tightly in his hand after his death, that is, he wanted to cast spells and psychics to die together with a lifelong enemy. Unfortunately, he was not as good as the heaven's plan, but he suddenly died before he could do so.

In legends, killing people with magic is an extremely common thing in film and television dramas. It seems that a talented person who practices magic for two or three days can play with the life and death of mortals on applause.

But in fact, in addition to scaring people to death with spiritual coercion, it is simply a difficult task to "express" the illusory and invisible magic into the power to attack entities. Many talented people will never find any way to practice for their entire lives. In fact, this is normal, otherwise I am afraid that the whole society will be in chaos.

Since it is so difficult to cast spells in person and kill people in person, it is naturally even more illusory myths to take their lives with the "body and skin" left by the enemy. People who do this are either deceived or want to vent their endless hatred and seek peace of mind.

Therefore, if someone told Zhang Muzi a few weeks ago who could kill someone with a spell, he would only smile and curse the fool in his heart, but after a bizarre and sad night of Lingxiao Palace, such thoughts have quietly changed.

Just because after that night, Zhang Muzi suddenly realized that his thoughts and the 365 "Qingfu and righteous gods" created by his matriarchs and worshipped for generations were completely integrated as if they were without any barriers.

In the past, a series of programs such as drawing talismans, casting spells, and chanting curses were needed to sense the "spiritualization", but now I can summon the gods with one thought. The only regret is that the property rights of hundreds of machine guns, tanks, super mechanics, and space warships are all owned by a child who was just two or three years old.

Although the power of these weapons is huge and terrifying, it is useless to this child because he has no ability to use these weapons at all. The only thing he can do is to use all his strength to pick out the bullets of the machine gun and throw them around as stones.

So although his mind can understand the gods, in fact, Zhang Muzi's magical powers could not be enhanced much under safety. However, even so, after owning the "property rights" of hundreds of gods, he still naturally realized what terrible powers the eight 356 "Qingfu and righteous gods" had.

Among them, the three induction fairies Yunxiao, Qiongxiao and Bixiao, who can use any of them to kill one person, even if there are hundreds of people, a thousand people are just a matter of no reason.

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