"Brother Yuanshi, the Palace Master will be here later, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

Only then did Zhang Yuanqing come to his senses, "I haven't seen her for a long time."

At the same time, an idea appeared in his mind, whether to use crazy hypnotism to test his aunt, and ask her if she is a spirit walker.

Although it is also a way to ask Fu Qingyang to watch from the side, and then he confronts my aunt face to face, but in this case, it is tantamount to a showdown, and my aunt knows that he is a spiritual practitioner, but keeps concealing him, so there may be some difficulties.

Ten minutes later, a red cloud floated into the tunnel, which was a torrent formed by countless red silk threads.

Thousands of red threads fell on the ground, turning into a young woman in a red dress with a silver mask covering her entire face. The red dress was gorgeous, with golden cloud patterns embroidered on the chest and cuffs.

Like an ancient fairy who came out of a painting, or like a lady raised in a deep boudoir.

Guan Ya and the Queen looked at the lord of the Palace of Stopping Killing, and were a little surprised. Although he was wearing a mask and a conservative dress, the lord of the Palace of Stopping Killing was very good at temperament.

At first glance, she is a very outstanding beauty.

The Mistress of the Killing Palace dragged her long skirt, walked in front of Zhang Yuanqing, and said with a smile:

"Tsk tsk, I haven't seen you for a while, and you have so many confidante around you? As my boss, you are the one who doesn't have any self-awareness."

Guan Ya and the Queen's expressions darkened, and they glanced at Palace Master Zhisha with implied displeasure.

Although I know this is a joke, if a woman hates a man, she will never tease him like this.

And a gorgeous beauty who doesn't hate Yuan Shi (captain), but also likes to make ambiguous jokes, this is too annoying.

As for Little Green Tea, he dared not speak out.

Zhang Yuanqing smiled wryly and said, "It's as long as the Palace Master is happy."

The Master of the Killing Palace looked at Fu Qingyang, and his tone became cold:

"50,000 yuan per person, I guarantee that they will never remember what happened today in their lifetime. The relatives of the deceased are also charged at this price."

Fu Qingyang nodded, and said lightly:

"Good deal!

"Tell them that the tunnel collapsed, that they are survivors and have been rescued by security officers, and that others have unfortunately died."

The owner of the Palace of Killing immediately walked towards the six survivors not far away, raised the wrist of bullying Shuang Shengxue, and snapped his fingers with his slender hand, the six people trembled and fell into a sluggish state.

The cold and pleasant voice of the Palace Master of Stop Killing came from under the mask:

"look at me!"

The six twisted their necks mechanically, and looked at the master of the killing palace blankly.

"The inner ring tunnel collapsed, and you were buried alive in the ruins. It was the security guards who rescued you. Except for you, everyone died." The tone of the Palace Master Zhisha became low and ethereal:

"Repeat what I said."

The six people's eyes were empty, and they repeated dumbly:

"The inner ring tunnel collapsed, and we were buried alive in the rubble. It was the security guards who rescued us. Everyone died except us."

After speaking, their eyes became firm, thinking that they had just encountered a landslide and had just been rescued from danger by the security guards. JrNovels.com