I asked him to drink water, but in fact, it was to relax the other party and use the secret technique of ghost eyes to control the other party.

Jiang Jiuyuan understood what I meant wrong. She took a bottle of mineral water for the hotel owner without a lid and took the bottle cap that the boss unbuttoned.

I clearly saw that when Jiang Jiuyuan was attaching the bottle cap, his right little finger gently shook on the mouth of the bottle, and a little fine powder that was unfathomable quietly fell into the other party's bottle.

Secret medicine for stealing the door?

I heard from Old Liu that there are many secret medicines in the thief that can make people spit out the truth.

When people in the thief do business, they pay attention to quick battles and decisions. They don’t have time to slowly force the victim to ask where the property is hidden, but the secret medicine can be invincible.

However, there is also a disadvantage for the secret medicine. That is, it can only be said and said nothing.

While I was still hesitating whether to stop the other party, the boss had already taken the medicine.

Jiang Jiuyuan pinched her fingers and calculated the time, and nodded slightly to me.

When I looked at the hotel owner again, his eyes were already dull.

I asked, "Have your house been opened after your grandfather died?"

The boss replied: "My father has always been doing what my grandfather said, and has never been careless. Later, before my father died, he called me over. What he told me was exactly the same as what my grandfather said before his death."

"I kept telling me, remember, I must put me under the little dragon tower, and I must remember it."

When I heard this, I couldn't help but frown slightly. Jiang Jiuyuan, who was standing near me, was also panicked and kept wavering to me.

She was telling me that she didn't expect this to be in the same state.

I nodded slightly at her, who quickly flipped the hotel owner's eyelids: "He..."

I raised my hand to stop the other party and signaled him to stand backwards.

The hotel owner clearly got secret medicine, but his words were no different from those of normal people.

Who am I talking to?

I suddenly opened my ghost eyes and asked in a deep voice: "Can you be sure that the person you talked to at that time was your father?"

"I don't know either!" said the hotel owner: "At that time, I also felt that my father was speaking incorrectly, and that sound was the same as the sound of my grandfather talking before he died."

"I was still wondering at that time, is it just a movement when people are about to die?"

I asked, "Later, did you bury your father in the little dragon tower?"

"No!" said the hotel owner: "Xiaolong Temple is too small to stuff people in. At most, it can stuff an urn in!"

I suddenly asked, "What happened after my two friends moved in?"

The hotel owner suddenly stopped talking, as if he hadn't seen me, sitting on the chair without moving.

I asked the other party tentatively: "What day is the week today?"

Seeing that the other party had no response to my question, I pulled out the dagger and pressed it on the other party's neck: "I'll ask you again, what day is the week today?"

As I spoke, my palm gently pushed forward, and the tip of the knife immediately slashed the other person's skin, and the blood dyed his collar red.

Jiang Jiuyuan whispered: "Isn't he going to make people fall down?"

A flash of inspiration flashed in my mind. After raising my hand and touching the other person's body, I pulled the other person's left hand and rolled his sleeve up. A string of tattoos with strange characters immediately appeared on the hotel owner's left arm.

I touched the tattoo twice before asking, "Who tattooed you?"

The hotel owner replied: "It was my master who had tattooed me when I was a child. He said that this is something that saved my life from generation to generation, and I and my father have it all."

When I turned to look at Jiang Jiuyuan, the latter whispered: "I can also do it!"

Many people think that the art of a slaughter is an evil technique that has been passed down in the Nanyang generation.

In fact, the Nanyang Suspension Art was something that was brought to Nanyang by domestic sorcerers during the Ming and Qing dynasties. It was later combined with local witchcraft during its evolution and gradually formed a unique school. Then, it became more and more mysterious under the promotion of film and television.

Some people use the art of subjugation in China, but Chinese sorcerers classify the art of subjugation into the art of left-minded art or the secret art of the witch sect, so there is no such title as the art of subjugation in the art of subjugation.

If someone else came over, it would definitely be said to be "subduing". Jiang Jiuyuan said "subduing", which means she is very familiar with the fall.

The string of cipher texts on the hotel owner is indeed a technique of slashing the head.

I bit through the index finger of my right hand and pointed to the hotel owner's tattoo.

The hotel owner’s tattoo is not a life-saving rune. He can only answer fixed questions in specific situations. In other words, these cipher texts treat living people as phonographs.

The boss said that tattoos can save his life, but in a certain specific situation, such as now, let the boss tell the corresponding secret and prove to the person that he actually knows nothing, and that he will not say anything if he doesn't enter the house, so he will be in a precaution to silence the other party.

It seems that this tower sweeper has long known that someone will come to the house one day and have made good measures to save his life.
Chapter completed!