I immediately slammed the table and shouted: "You fart!"

I pointed to my nose and said: "People in the art world know that I am the master of the two realms, but not many people know that I am the young master of Xiuyiwei."

"How can you identify me?"

Old Man Zuo said: "Although I don't do business in the underworld, I always deal with ghosts and gods. I listen to what they say."

I snapped: "Where? Who said it? What were the original words?"

Old Man Zuo simply knelt on the ground: "Master Li, you have to force me. In our profession, we must not betray our friends. Otherwise, we will not be able to survive!"

"Master Li, please kill me!"

I said with a smile: "Okay! You are loyal, I want to see if your bones are strong enough."

"Xiao Chun, search for souls."

"Slow down!" Ye Yang came up, checked Old Man Zuo's body and said, "It's useless to search for the soul. He has placed a restriction on himself. As long as the soul is searched, he will immediately lose his mind and we can't ask anything.

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I sneered: "Searching for souls doesn't work, we have other ways."

"Qin Xin, go to the mirror."

Qin Xin walked around the car factory and found all the mirrors she could find. They placed them on the table one by one: "There are only so many mirrors I can find. Are they still suitable for use?"

I raised my hand and smashed the full-length mirror and placed the broken pieces on the table: "Isn't this enough?"

Old man Zuo was suddenly confused: "Master Li, what are you going to do?"

"Kill you nine tribes!" I grabbed Old Man Zuo's wrist, pulled out the scimitar with my right hand, and swiped it across his fingers.

The old man Zuo's five fingers on his left hand were bleeding profusely. I pressed the palm of his hand and dripped the blood onto the mirror one by one: "The five fingers on the left hand represent your closest relatives. Five mirrors will kill five people."

"In a moment, I will change your right hand."

"I have used up all ten fingers. I have other ways. In short, the blood on your body will make all the chickens and dogs of your Zuo family's nine tribes live."

"Ye Yang, curse!"

While I was drinking something cold, a figure was reflected on each of the five broken mirrors.

Ye Yang raised his hand and stabbed the mirror with his sword. The violent sword energy seemed to have traveled through space and stabbed the figure in the mirror through the mirror.

The figure in the mirror fell to the ground with the sword, and the mirror exploded. A large amount of blood flowed out in all directions along the fragments of the mirror, and soon stained the table red.

This is a sign that the witchcraft is in effect, and it also means that the person on the other side of the mirror has been killed by the sword.

After being stunned for a few seconds, Old Man Zuo frantically tried to break away from my hand, but was firmly held in place by me.

Old Man Zuo couldn't get away, so he yelled: "Li Po, you are not a human being, kill me! They are all innocent, you can't kill them!"

I shouted with a gloomy face: "Kill again!"

Ye Yang took out his sword again without any hesitation and stabbed it like a mirror.

The mirrors on the table were shattered one by one, and there was a river of blood under the table.

Old Man Zuo was still crying and cursing at first, and then he just started wailing.

Not long after, all the people in the five mirrors were killed, and I took out the silver needle and pierced Old Man Zuo's chest: "The blood in my heart represents the person you love most."

"If you don't want him to die, it's best to cooperate with me!"

The old man Zuo seemed to be stupid and said in a hoarse voice: "Kill me! I don't want to live anymore!"

"It's up to me to decide whether you die or not, but it's up to you to decide whether your close relatives die." I raised the silver needle and dropped the blood from the tip of the needle on the mirror, where a man with a child was soon reflected.

young people.

I said in a deep voice: "These should be your sons and grandsons, right?"

"Children and grandchildren are your lifeblood!"

"Do you want to cooperate with me, or do you want to watch them die?"

Old Man Zuo was trembling all over and said: "Master Li, do your best, do your best, they are not sorcerers, and they have never messed with the magic. Don't kill them!"

"I really can't cooperate with you! Master Li!"

"Kill!" I spat out the word expressionlessly.

Ye Yang swung his sword and slashed at the mirror. When the mirror exploded, Old Man Zuo also fainted.

I put Old Man Zuo down: "Xiao Chun, wake him up."

When Nie Xiaochun was treating Old Man Zuo, Ye Yang said, "Is he telling the truth?"

I nodded and said: "I have been controlling his veins just now. This old guy's emotions are not fake. He is a real warlock."

A warlock promises a thousand pieces of gold, and as long as it is a rule set by himself, it will not change even if the sword and ax are added to it.

In today’s art world, there are not many such people.

While I was talking, Old Man Zuo woke up leisurely, and I also ordered: "Xiao Chun, bandage the wounds on his body."

Old Man Zuo took advantage of Nie Xiaochun to get the golden sore medicine, threw himself on the ground like crazy, picked up the fragments of the mirror, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Qin Xin's quick hands and quick eyes caught him, and Old Man Zuo burst into tears: "Let me die. I have nothing left. Even if I die, I won't cooperate with you."

"Li Po, if you are still human, kill me, kill me!"
Chapter completed!