Master of Soul-Building - C246 watered plum blossom

These days, human lives were worth a lot of money. Even if one were to say that they were worth a lot of money, that was all. In the end, they were still the people who got the points.

What happened to the two dead bodies in the Great Buddha statue, it was hard to say.

However, today’s matter is considered a blood loss for us. After painstakingly waiting until 12 am to leave, not only did we not earn a single cent, we were even scolded.

Zhang Tiangang and I were both in dire straits.

Fortunately, on the second day, Feng Si gave me some good news. The little Jin Lu agreed with my thoughts and told me to go over to see him.

At the very least, my intuition tells me that there’s something wrong with this matter. I brought Zhang Tiangang and the others and went over to his place.

Little Jin Lu’s manners were different from Jin Lu’s. Jin Lu was a bit more low-key, so when he came, he only rented a small suite on the first floor.

If it was an average person, they would only think of him as a relatively cultured and knowledgeable grandpa.

This little Jin Lu was different. As soon as he arrived, he booked an entire presidential suite at a five-star hotel. The few rooms on the left and right were all for his subordinates to stay in.

In addition, he also brought a few S600 cars. It was the style of a rich second generation when he came out.

I was not particularly comfortable with this kind of behaviour, perhaps because poverty restricted my imagination.

However, when Xiao Jin saw that I was rather friendly, he invited Zhang Tiangang and I to sit next to him and took out a box of cigars.

“Seriously Cuban, try it.”

Zhang Tiangang and I saw that this was the first time for the old man to enter the city. He did not know how to inhale at all, and how he managed to pass through the lungs after igniting the potion.

God knows that thing couldn’t even pass through his lungs. The two of us took a deep breath and felt as if our chests were on fire. We started coughing again and again.

Zhang Tiangang almost puked out his twenty year old phlegm. Seeing us like this, the little Jin Lu laughed.

“Actually, cigars aren’t that rare. They’re just something that’s been stirred up for certain reasons.” The little Jin Lu said indifferently. She pinched the cigarette in her hand and told us:

There were many things in this world that were like this, but they did not have many profound mysteries. It was just that some people were bitterly insisting and believing in the open and in the dark.

What he said was not talking about cigars, but talking about yin and yang lines with me.

“Looks like little Jin Lu still doesn’t believe the words’ Yin and Yang ‘in this world.” I laughed and replied.

The little Jin Lu waved her hands repeatedly. Telling me one thing, whether it was real or fake, existence is reasonable, he doesn’t want to care about that much.

But if that was the case, why would he believe this curse? He still vividly remembered what happened at the Jin Clan that year.

The little Jin Lu told me that he couldn’t say that he didn’t believe in the curse, and that he burnt most of the books in order to dispel the fear of death towards the Jin family.

After all these years, these books had not been of much benefit to the Jin family. Instead, they had brought them endless fear.

No matter what, as long as the little Jin Lu is willing to burn these books, it’s a good thing for the whole matter.

While they were talking, Feng Si also arrived. Behind him were six bodyguards carrying a person in.

The man who came in was as dry as a bone, and his entire body was covered in huge bubbles. It looked like he was burnt to a crisp, a sight too horrible to behold.

Needless to say, this person was definitely Wu Tongyong.

I glanced at the little Jin Lu sitting on the sofa chair and the corner of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a victorious smile.

Feng Si, once you entered, you immediately cupped your hands towards us and said:

Everyone, it’s been hard on you, I’ve already brought him over, this brat deceived Master and destroyed our ancestor, he is a disloyal person, little Jin Lu is one of your people, take a look at him.

“Humph, Master Feng is really fast.”

The little Jin Lu did not speak anymore nonsense, she only glanced at Wu Tongyong, at this time, the man was already no longer as arrogant as he was before.

The six bodyguards threw Wu Tongyong to the ground, and I could clearly see that his hands and feet were bent to a certain degree of deformity.

From the looks of it, all of his joints had been removed by Feng Si.

Wu Tongyong’s entire body could not move, he only had two eyes, and stared at the ceiling, rolling around randomly.

“Eldest senior brother, I finally see you again.” The little Jin Lu laughed coldly and walked over to help Wu Tongyong up, making him sit on the ground with his butt.

Wu Tongyong could not help but let out a blood-curdling screech, then gritted his teeth as he looked at the little Jin Lu. He wanted to give it his all, but his four limbs had already been completely dislocated and he was unable to move.

“I say, you, a dignified senior brother, why did you do such a thing? Is it because Yan Zimen went overboard with you?” The little Jin Lu’s expression suddenly changed. She reached out and broke a bubble on Wu Tongyong’s face.

Instantly, a burst of yellow liquid flowed down his face, followed by a dozen or so bubbles that were all broken by the Jin Lu. The house was filled with the smell of rotting flesh.

“If a good person doesn’t do it, then why must he seek his own death?” The little Jin Lu turned to look at Yan Zimen and asked:

“Do you think this Eldest Brother’s actions are worthy of the conscience of heaven?”

Seeing the look on the little Jin Lu’s face, the few of them were so scared that they did not dare speak anymore and could only nod their heads. The little Jin Lu coldly smiled and said:

“From now on, if anyone has the same evil intentions as him, it will be the same. I don’t care about the eldest senior brother or the youngest junior brother.”

Before she finished speaking, little Jin Lu kicked Wu Tongyong to the ground.

Feng Si was startled, and asked the little Jin Lu how she was going to handle the situation, she did not expect that Yan Zimen who was beside her would already have a pile of grass paper, and a bottle of water on top of it.

Seeing this situation, I immediately realised that the little Jin Lu couldn’t be thinking of pouring rain on us, right?

It was a form of torture that had been used in the past by Dongchang. The prisoner had been tied to the bed and a piece of wet papyrus had been placed on his face.

These papyrus stuck in people’s mouths and noses, choking them to death with words.

However, this method of suffocation was astonishingly slow. The people who were sentenced to death could even be said to be watching him die little by little.

If it wasn’t simply death, then it was more of a psychological torment for him.

Some people died before they even suffocated, and they bit their tongue to commit suicide. This was because there was simply no way they could endure the fear brought upon them by this death.