Looking at the dining car in front of him, He Sheng couldn't help but curl his lips.

Even the dinner was made by Li Jingfeng, which is very interesting.

But I don't know if it tastes delicious.

He Sheng pushed the dining cart in and placed the food on the dining table.

He called Qin Baojun and the five of them started having dinner.

"The taste of this dish seems to be better than the one at noon." The old ghost picked up a few pieces of meat into his bowl, and his expression looked a little strange.

After all, I have been in the hotel for a few days, and Lao Gui is a little familiar with the taste of the hotel food. But the food on this table seems to be heavier and tastes a bit spicy.

He Sheng smiled and replied, "After all, it was the last dinner Li Jingfeng invited, so the taste was naturally much better."

The old ghost's expression suddenly stiffened, his eyes widened: "Is Li Jingfeng invited me?"

"Yes." He Sheng just responded, and then started eating in big mouthfuls.

Su Xiang's expression next to her became a little strange, but when she saw He Sheng, she was so calm and chewed slowly and continued to eat.

The old ghost stopped talking, and after taking a few bites, he slowly put down his chopsticks.

He Sheng looked at Qin Baojun, smiled and said, "Old man, stop watching TV after dinner, let Qin Jie accompany you back to the house and rest early in the evening."

Qin Baojun was eating deliciously. After hearing this, he wiped his mouth, looked up at He Sheng, and said nothing.

After a while, Qin Baojun had almost finished eating. After putting down the chopsticks, he wiped his mouth and stood up.

"Xiaojie, please accompany me back to the house." Qin Baojun said.

Qin Jie nodded: "Okay."

The old and the young walked towards the room.

After Qin Baojun entered the house and closed the door, the old ghost sitting opposite He Sheng finally couldn't help but put down the chopsticks in his hand.

"He Sheng, Li Wenchang, have you ever thought of a way to deal with it? That guy was already at the third level of the Heavenly Master four years ago. Now it might be better than you. Can you deal with it?" the old ghost said.

He Sheng smiled: "Don't worry, Uncle Gui, have some more meals and there are still food."

Seeing He Sheng’s face was confident, the old ghost curled his lips.

It seems that my worries are unnecessary. Since this kid is Bei Wushu's apprentice, he is naturally very powerful.

I don’t know if Kong Yuan passed on that set of skills to him? If it was passed on, it would be fine. If it was not passed on, this kid would definitely not be able to beat Li Wenchang.

After dinner, He Sheng sat on the sofa watching TV. He should have given Su Xiang acupuncture yesterday, but it was delayed. But today it was naturally not possible. He Sheng's true energy in his body will probably be used for fighting later. If Su Xiang acupuncture is given, He Sheng will be no different from a deflated ball.

At 9:30 in the evening, the old ghost fell asleep on the sofa. Su Xiang got a magazine from somewhere and sat aside and watched quietly. He Sheng was holding his cell phone and making a phone call.

"Boss, I'm on the rooftop now. I'm almost cold. Can you send me a bed and quilt?" Tan Zilin's scream came from the phone.

"Tan Zilin! I asked you to be more at ease? You called me four times, and I'll have to eat and quilt later. Do you want me to send you a woman now?" He Sheng was almost speechless. At this time, can't this guy be more serious?

"Okay, if you want to give it to me, I won't object!"

"I really want to strangle you to death!" He Sheng was so angry that he gritted his teeth.

When he wanted to curse, He Sheng heard a knock at the door.

"The person is here, I'm hanging up! Be serious. If something goes wrong, I'll twist your head off!" After saying this in a low voice, He Sheng hung up the phone.

Su Xiang put down the magazine in her hand and looked at the door. The old ghost also sat up from the sofa and rubbed his sleepy eyes.

He Sheng walked towards the door.

As soon as the door opened, He Sheng saw a bunch of people standing at the door.

About a dozen people gathered at the door, with a huge show and a full range of events.

Standing in front was a Tianshi, about forty or fifty years old and a little short. When He Sheng opened the door, he just looked up at He Sheng.

"You are quite polite, but you are still pretty polite and know how to knock on the door." He Sheng turned around and walked into the living room slowly.

The man also followed He Sheng into the room. His eyes looked around the living room and glanced at Su Xiang and Lao Gui.

"Mr. He is very comfortable. He is still in the mood to watch TV?" The man saw He Sheng back on the sofa, crossing his legs, and a curl of his mouth.

"Anyway, you are all here, can I have to wait for you to come nervously?" He Sheng said with a smile.

The man smiled, walked to the table beside him, pulled out a chair, sat down, and looked at him, and didn't seem to be in a hurry to take action.

Although He Sheng did not look back, he was feeling the people behind him.

There are two Tianshi masters, the short guy who is talking is the third level of Tianshi master, and the second level of Tianshi master. The remaining people have seven disciples, eight disciples, and no seventh level.

In total, there are seventeen people.

This situation is indeed very big.

"He Sheng, let's talk." After the man sat down, he stared at He Sheng with great interest.

He Sheng smiled: "What are you talking about?"

The man breathed a sigh of relief and asked back, "My name is Guo Guotong, my son is Guo Yun, he died at your hands, right?"

Hearing this, He Sheng suddenly turned his head and looked at Guo Guotong with surprise expression.

He Sheng was already surprised that these people were trying to kill their own lives, but now the third-level Tianshi insisted on talking to him, and He Sheng found it funny.

But when he heard the man's words, He Sheng felt even more funny.

"So that unlucky guy is your son?" He Sheng smiled: "But I'm sorry, it's not me who killed him."

"At that time, I just slaughtered his limbs and beat him half to death. As for whom I killed him, I don't know." He Sheng grinned.

After hearing this, Guo Guotong's face changed, his brows frowned, and he seemed to be thinking about something in his heart.

"He Sheng, everyone is dead, do you still want to deny it?" Peng Jing stood up, a look of panic flashing in his eyes.

He Sheng laughed: "Why should I deny it? If I don't admit that I killed Guo Yun, wouldn't this Mr. Guo kill me?"

As he said that, He Sheng spread his hands at Guo Guotong.

Guo Guotong's face changed, his eyes turned, and his eyes looked straight at Peng Jing.

"Peng Jing! Is it you?" Guo Guotong looked ferocious and stared at Guo Yun tightly.

Peng Jing's face became a little ugly, and he didn't expect that Guo Guotong would ask about Guo Yun's death when he came up.

"Uncle Guo, do you suspect that I killed Guo Yun? I have such a good relationship with Guo Yun and are like brothers. How could I kill him?" Peng Jing explained hurriedly.

Peng Jing naturally couldn't tell the matter of killing Guo Yun. After all, Guo Guotong is a heavenly master. If he wants his own life, he can't resist it at all.

Just when Peng Jing was about to explain, a crisp gunshot sounded in the night sky.

Bang!

The glass in the living room shattered directly, and a blood hole appeared in a man near the window.

This scene made no one in the room react.

Even He Sheng, who was sitting on the sofa, had a wonderful expression after hearing the gunshot.
Chapter completed!