The night is getting deeper.

At this moment, in the outskirts of Nancheng, there is an ancient old house.

Song Yingming was carrying his hands on his back and forth in the living room, looking a little uneasy.

In order to deal with Lu Chen and others, he specially invited a master from the Witchcraft Sect to cast spells.

This master's ability is even better than Master Jiang before, but his personality is a bit weird, moody and elusive.

Moreover, the other party has a special hobby and likes to mess with women, which is a serious sadistic tendency.

In the middle of the night, the three women were tortured and covered in bruises and died.

When you go in, you are waving and when you come out, you are fuzzy.

He was not sympathetic, but he just felt that he was a little bit fond of a tiger. Such an eccentric expert is really hard to serve.

If you accidentally offend me, you won’t know how to die.

“Cruff—!”

At this time, the door of the opposite room suddenly opened.

Immediately afterwards, a thin old man in a black robe and pale face walked out with satisfaction.

Song Yingming took a sneak glance and saw a naked woman in the room behind the old man, tied up in the air.

His body was covered with holes and blood, and it looked terrible.

His chest no longer fluctuated, and he seemed to have been tortured to death.

Too cruel!

Song Yingming swallowed his saliva and did not dare to look at it. He respectfully walked up to the old man and asked tentatively: "Master Yan, how do you feel? Are you still satisfied?"

"Yes, these three toys are all in line with my appetite. I am very happy tonight and you have made a lot of contributions." Master Yan nodded and sat down.

"It's good if you're satisfied."

Song Yingming quickly picked up the teapot, poured a cup of hot tea for the person in front of him, and smiled and said with apologies: "Master Yan, I wonder if the matter I asked you is a result?"

"I have already handed over to my disciples to do it, I believe it will be done soon." Master Yan was drinking tea leisurely.

"That's good, that's good." Song Yingming breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh by the way, recently a big figure in our Witchcraft Sect is going to visit Yanjing. You can prepare in advance and find a Feng Shui treasure land for this big figure. If things are done well, your Song family will be protected by the Witchcraft Sect in the future." Master Yan said lightly.

"That's great! Thank you Master Yan!" Song Yingming looked overjoyed and bowed to thank him.

The Witchcraft Sect is one of the three major forces in the martial arts world, as famous as the Sword Sect and the World Association.

There are many masters inside, and many strong people emerge. Their energy is so huge that they can directly talk to the emperor.

Even the four major royal families in Yanjing have to be respectful when facing the Witchcraft Sect.

If the Song family could receive the protection of the Witchcraft Sect, it would be like a huge backer.

Achievements are just around the corner!

"Don't be too happy too early. This big man has a bad temper. You must be careful to serve him. If he angers the other party, I can't save you." Master Yan reminded.

"I understand, even if I lose everything, I have to satisfy and relieve this big man." Song Yingming nodded repeatedly.

"Well, it's not bad, I'm enlightened." Master Yan nodded with satisfaction.

"Cruff--"

The two were chatting when the gate outside the house suddenly opened.

Immediately afterwards, a black figure slowly walked in.

The figure was carrying a cloth bag in his hand, which was bulging inside, as if it was filled with a ball.

Every few steps you take, a drop of dark red liquid will drop.

"Who?!"

Song Yingming's face froze and he immediately became alert.

"Don't be nervous, my disciples should be back."

Master Yan was drinking tea leisurely, not caring.
Chapter completed!