These are all people in this industrial chain of people who are dead and rich, but this name seems to be much more known than he has.

The old servant opened his mouth: "A month is too short."

But Master Buddha himself said firmly:

“Enough.”

The figure that could not be seen clearly on the bamboo chair paused:

"You are decisive enough."

"But I wouldn't send someone who's about to die."

As he spoke, a dark mist rose in front of the Buddha and rushed directly into the Buddha's eyebrows.

The Buddha only felt a cool breath falling down his eyebrows, and the pain in his body quickly subsided, as if a strange balance suddenly occurred between him and the curse.

Under this balance, this curse is not only no longer a burden on him, but also a part of his body.

The Buddha stretched out his hand and found that he had not changed much.

However, his temperament changed completely, and he became hysterical with a hint of reason, and on the edge of reason there was endless madness.

It is no longer calm like a windless lake.

"Thank you Senior!"

The sound on the bamboo chair was distant and calm, and he said lightly:

"No need to thank me. If you can't do it, you will be back to your original state."

The Buddha still bowed and bowed without any recession:

"I don't know what to call Senior?"

The voice on the bamboo chair paused:

"Just call Mr. Ming!"

As the words fell, the lights began to disappear again, and the sound of the bamboo chair rubbing against the ground gradually disappeared.

Both Buddha and the old servant knew that the man was gone.

The orange lights still reflected on the ground, reflecting blurred shadows.

The old servant stepped forward and whispered: "Master Buddha, can you do it in such a short time?"

Master Buddha reached out and took out the sunglasses from his Tang suit pocket, took them back to his eyes and said:

"Old servant, if you live in this world, you have to make your own life, and no one can help you."

"And now is the time to make a living. People's lives are earned by themselves. If I want to live better, then I have to use all my strength."

The Buddha's tone was filled with vicissitudes of life, and he seemed to see himself at the fork in his life.

After a pause, the Buddha continued:

"You go and let the gangster Zhang come in outside, I have something to tell him."

"yes!"

The old servant nodded and walked out. He had met the punk Zhang. As the important deputy of the Buddha, he knew almost most of the extraordinary people he knew with the Buddha.

Plut Zhang was quickly called in. After Plut Zhang walked into the house, he felt that the feeling of oppression outside seemed to disappear.

Is that big man gone?

The punk Zhang was uncertain, so he looked at the Buddha and said:

"My Lord Buddha has something to come to me?"

Master Buddha nodded and tapped his fingers on the paper on the table:

"Look at how much you know on this piece of paper!" :(/

"Um?"

The gangster Zhang was stunned because he felt that the death aura on the Buddha's body had dissipated, but the hysterical madness had not disappeared.

He could feel that it seemed that something happened to the Buddha, but Buddha obviously did not want to discuss this issue with the punk Zhang.

The punk Zhang lowered his head and picked up the paper on the table, looking at the contents above.

"The Demon Old Five, Blood Hand Slaughter, Corpse Ghost..."

The more the gangster Zhang Yuenian felt that it was wrong. These were all famous names on the dark side of the extraordinary. Many of them were not weaker than him, and most of them were much stronger than him.

What exactly does Lord Buddha want to do?

The punk Zhang felt that Buddha seemed to do something big.

At the end of the reading, the pixie Zhang couldn't continue reading anymore. He raised his head and looked at the Buddha and said:

“What is this list?”

Hell!

The punk Zhang actually saw himself on it.

A crazy idea flashed through his head subconsciously. Could this guy want to subdue all these people?

The Buddha's sunglasses were shining with a cold light and said coldly: "This is not what you should ask. Find a piece of paper to mark everything you know."

"Then we searched each place."

"Look for all?"

Praiser Zhang felt his heartbeat was constantly accelerating.

Master Buddha shook his head and said coldly: "No need to find all, find one-third, and then send an invitation to the rest of them. I believe no one will dare to refuse after that."
Chapter completed!