Chapter 42 You are wrong

The Emperor Entertainment Plaza has a huge facade, and neon lights make half the street colorful.

The venue is divided into upper and lower floors.

The first floor is a large discotheque that is completely open.

Under the fierce rhythm and changing lights, several dancers wearing three-point underwear and tulle were on the stage in the center of the dance floor, twisting their waists and swaying their hips in various strange dance postures to the fierce music rhythm.

There was a large iron cage in the air above them. A girl wearing nothing was grabbing the railing and shaking her head wildly.

All the men and women in the field were jumping and swaying wildly under their leadership.

The air was filled with the smell of alcohol, sweat, and all kinds of strange smells that regular customers could tell at a glance but couldn't explain clearly.

The second floor is a fully enclosed box.

Box 218 is located in the corner at the end of the southwest corridor.

It can accommodate about seven or eight people.

There is a beer and fruit plate on the coffee table, and the karaoke machine is playing the Underwater City song and dance show.

I sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and silently watched the beauties in swimsuits twisting hard on the screen.

At exactly 9:18, the box door was pushed open, and a middle-aged woman wearing a long red evening dress and a thick layer of white powder on her face came in.

"Boss, please bring some girls to accompany you. I'll make sure you have the style you like and there will be college students here."

After saying that, he stepped aside and a group of young women with heavy make-up came in. They were dressed in shabby clothes, naked and naked, carrying small bags and standing in a row against the wall. They were fat and thin, with different styles.

I glanced at it and pointed at a woman in the middle wearing a silver suspender and a large backless miniskirt.

This woman was only about 20 years old, and her figure was quite outstanding among the dancing ladies.

The mother waved her hand, and the others who were not selected lined up neatly and quietly to leave, except for the woman in the silver skirt who stayed.

"What's your last name, boss?"

The woman in the silver dress sat next to me with a flattering smile and raised her hand to open the beer on the coffee table.

I smiled, took the wine bottle from her hand, popped the bottle cap with my thumb, then stacked the three cups on the table into a zigzag shape, and poured the wine from the bottle.

The light yellow wine flowed down the wall of the cup, filled the first cup, overflowed the cup wall, but automatically merged into two lines and flowed into the two cups below.

"I'm really surprised that you dare to show up."

I turned the top of the wine glass over with my backhand, but not a drop of wine came out.

"I thought you would just let the guardian with the guy in the corridor come in and kill me."

The woman in the silver dress stopped pretending, smiled, crossed her legs, took out a silver flat cigarette case, took out a thin lady's cigarette, held it in her mouth, flicked the kerosene lighter, lit it, and took a deep breath. He took a sip and said: "You are very courageous when you go to the tiger's den alone. Should I praise you for your skill and courage, or should I laugh at you for not knowing whether to live or die?"

"Does a grass hut like yours deserve to be called a tiger's den?" I squinted at the woman in the silver skirt, raised my hand and pressed it on her bare, smooth back, and slowly slid down, "With what you did with the bottle just now, That one-handed mist? Or is it because you are a heretic?"

The woman in the silver dress had a look of horror on her face.

When she just sat down and picked up the bottle, she took the opportunity to use Wuliwu, a first-class flower-shooting technique. When she lit the lighter, the medicinal properties of Wuliwu would be activated. Normally, I should freeze on the spot. Unable to move, only his mind remained conscious.

But now, I am talking and laughing as usual, but she is the one who is frozen and unable to move!

She couldn't even cry out for help.

In two sentences, the outcome was decided.

Being superior in skills can overwhelm others like a mountain.

If she didn't hold me down, she would be crushed to death by me.

I put my hand on her lower back and pressed it gently.

A blush appeared on the face of the woman in the silver skirt, and then she collapsed on the sofa seat, as if she had no bones. The sofa under her body was soaked all over. She looked at me as if she saw an evil ghost.

"In the Paihua lineage, the old Bodhisattva taught the Dharma, taught the skills to the golden boy, and passed the skills to the dragon girl. When teaching the skills, the golden boy's life root was taken, which cut off the mindfulness of his descendants. He could only be loyal to the old Bodhisattva. And the one who taught the skills From time to time, a little mark of spring will be left on the dragon girl's body, so that one can take it away and leave a seed for the old Bodhisattva in the future. A dragon girl with a mark of spring will have three wandering shadows on her forehead. No matter how she changes her appearance, she will be recognized at a glance. come out."

I patted the forehead of the woman in the silver dress.

"Now that I'm here, the golden boy is alive and dead. If you were really smart, you shouldn't have appeared in front of me. What do you want to say?"

When I asked this question, the woman in the silver skirt was able to speak.

"I will not betray the old Bodhisattva. You can deal with me however you want."

Although her voice trembled due to fear, she had no intention of calling out the men outside to come in.

"You are wrong. I never wanted to know the whereabouts of Qian Mian Hu from you. I just wanted to ask you to tell something to your old Bodhisattva."

I took out the cup containing the ashes from the bag beside me.

After these two days of treatment, the ashes had accumulated a palm thick at the bottom of the cup. After being soaked in a low heat, they were like gray mud, completely submerging the faceless little puppet's feet.

I took out the 40 million Ming Coin and ignited it in front of the woman in the silver dress. Then I took off the talisman paper that was sealed at the mouth of the cup, threw the burning Ming Coin into the cup, and quickly resealed the talisman paper.

When the ghost coin fell in, it immediately ignited the ashes mixed with small burning, and a faint blue flame emerged.

The little puppet stood in the flames.

I asked the woman in the silver dress, "Do you understand?"

The woman in the silver dress looked ashen.

"Sure enough, it is a true story. Even the Nightmare Suppressor knows about it. Then let me tell you, old Bodhisattva, that he has three days to beg me. Otherwise, the owner of this ashes and all his descendants will have their feet ulcerated and die. die!"

I put the cup back into my bag and took out a piece of white paper and a slender silver needle.

"You dare to come to see me. Although you are a bit stupid, you are very brave. I will give you a reward. The paper man is asking for his life, not like you."

I used white paper to tear up a paper figure holding a knife in each hand. I picked up a silver needle, pulled open her skirt, and gently inserted two fingers under her breast. When I pulled it out, the needle was stained with a little blood.

Just at this point of blood, he stabbed the paper man's face twice, and a pair of blood spots appeared.

"Painting a dragon requires a touch of eye, and so does a paper figure. Only by dotting the eyes with the blood of the heart, and a trace of vitality on the paper figure, can it survive."

I dipped the wine in the glass and flicked it on the paper man's head.

The paper man suddenly bounced up and landed on top of the box door, the paper knife in his hand trembling slightly.

"Tell your men to come in and give it a try. You might be able to kill me and win this game."

The woman in the silver dress closed her mouth tightly, as if determined not to make any sound.

But it was not up to her whether she could make a sound or not.

I patted her lightly on the back of her neck, and she responded, "Another box of wine!"

The box room was violently knocked open almost at the same time.

A man with a crew cut and a sinister face broke in, raising his spray gun and preparing to fire.

The woman in the silver dress widened her eyes.

The paper figure on the door floated down to the back of the man's neck, and he stabbed him with the knife.

The small paper knife might not even be able to penetrate his muscles and fat, but as soon as the knife penetrated the skin, the man's legs softened, he fell to his knees, and then fell hard with his face on the ground.

The paper man immediately floated back to the coffee table and stood firmly without any support. He held a pair of blood-stained paper knives and stared at the woman in the silver dress with his blood-stained beady eyes.

I patted the smooth and round shoulder of the woman in the silver skirt, "You can also choose not to tell him about this. It will kill you in three days. You decide for yourself whether you live or you old Bodhisattvas live."