Urban Invincibility 9 Years

For Mr. Ke, who has lived in Nanyang all year round and is proficient in various secret arts of Nanyang, it is obviously not enough to have Xiong Rumei's birthday horoscope in his hand.

After all, as far as the literal interpretation of the four words obsessed and entangled is concerned, how can it work without the appearance of the "male protagonist"?

Besides, he had unilaterally cast the Illusion Curse on Xiong Rumei before, and suffered a huge loss, almost losing his old life.

So this time he planned to use more powerful and more taboo methods to save face.

As for the method that this Mr. Ke was about to use, Nalan Wuliang expressed both curiosity and apprehension, but deep in his heart was more of an inexplicable excitement.

Just like that, in front of everyone present, Nalan Wuliang carefully took out a plastic sealed bag specially used by the police from his arms.

This kind of plastic bag was originally used by the police around the world to seal plastic evidence when investigating cases. It is convenient and small, and can avoid secondary contact with important evidence by idlers, and can also prevent minor evidence from being lost due to poor storage. fall.

However, at this moment, the plastic bag in Nalan Wuliang's hand contained nothing shocking to the world, but a tiny strand of hair.

Moreover, no matter in terms of length or color, this strand of hair is a man's hair.

"Mr. Ke, you are too talented. Because the incident happened in a hurry, I can't get what you asked for. I can only find this hair tip at the scene."

"Look, is it suitable?"

While speaking, Nalan Wuliang carefully handed over the plastic bag in his hand to Mr. Ke.

As for the strand of hair provided by Nalan Wuliang, Mr. Ke's treacherous and unpredictable face obviously showed a hint of embarrassment.

Just like that, he took the plastic bag from Nalan Wuliang's hand, his face sank like water, and after pondering for a long time, he asked back: "Mr. Nalan, are you sure that this strand of hair belongs to that young man named Lin Fan?"

Regarding Mr. Ke's question, Nalan Wuliang also seemed to have no confidence: "This, I should be sure."

"After all, this strand of hair was indeed left where he once stood."

"And my people were collected in a timely manner, so there shouldn't be any mistakes."

Hearing Nalan Wuliang's uncertain answer, a helpless and headache expression immediately appeared on Mr. Ke's face.

But in the end, he just waved his hand and said: "Forget it, forget it. The old man can't care whose hair it is now. In the end, it's nothing more than an extra process."

As he spoke, this Mr. Ke came to the window of the suite in a few steps while holding the plastic bag in his hand tightly.

However, at this moment, in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the presidential suite, the original furnishings in the hotel have long been moved elsewhere, leaving only the empty floor.

Obviously, this scene was arranged by Nalan Wuliang and the others in advance.

Mr. Ke also nodded his head to express his satisfaction with such a small but adequate space.

Immediately afterwards, in front of Nalan Wuliang and the two brothers of the Xiong family, this Mr. Ke's eyes froze, and there was a lot of light in his eyes.

"I use the source to search for the soul, and the gods and Buddhas of the heavens, quickly avoid it."

While reciting the formula, Mr. Ke's body suddenly burst into dazzling rays of light.

Nalan Wuliang and the two Xiong family brothers who watched this scene were stunned and exclaimed that their skills were miraculous.

However, this Mr. Ke's performance has only just begun.

In an instant, the rays of light rising up in the suite suddenly dispersed, and Mr. Ke made another move, throwing the plastic bag in his hand violently.

Then, a burst of fire suddenly rose, completely burning the plastic bag suspended in mid-air.

Then, Mr. Ke bit his right index finger violently, and a bloody light shot out.

After writing an incomprehensible ghostly talisman in the air, the blood from Mr. Ke's fingertips lightly touched the hair that Nalan Wuliang sent.

In an instant, the entire suite was lit up like this.

In particular, the spell written by Mr. Ke in blood was engraved in the mid-air brightly and shiningly.

Until this moment, Nalan Wuliang could see clearly, what was the spell floating in mid-air if it wasn't a word of impending?

"Great, powerful, a master deserves to be a master, every move reveals a different kind of temperament, a different kind of demeanor."

For Mr. Ke's performance, Nalan Wuliang was so impressed that he almost didn't applaud.

As for the Xiong family brothers at this moment, they naturally follow Nalan Wuliang to follow suit and flatter him.

"Yes, Mr. Ke is worthy of being an extraterrestrial power who has lived in Nanyang for a long time. It is really a blessing that my brother and I have cultivated in several lifetimes to have the help of such a person with great supernatural powers."

Besides, that Mr. Ke, while casting the spell "death", while listening to Nalan Wuliang and the brothers of the Xiong family's praise for him, that kind of arrogant and complacent attitude can be said to burst instantly.

But before this Mr. Ke from Nanyang could finish his joy, his smug little expression sank in an instant.

Because at this moment, while he was performing the Nanyang secret method of soul searching, he felt a terrifying power of blood bursting in his mind.

Immediately afterwards, a boundless spiritual thought descended, shaking Mr. Ke's soul into a groggy state.

"not good"

He yelled "no" casually, and this Mr. Ke immediately realized that something was wrong. The soul searching technique that had just been performed halfway here also came to an abrupt end, and a mouthful of blood spewed out instantly.

At the same time, the three Nalan Wuliang who had praised Mr. Ke to the sky just now also looked at each other in blank dismay, looking at a loss.

Especially Xiong Qianshan from the Xiong family, at this time, he said the truth without hesitation: "It's over, it's over."

"Did we blow it too hard just now, completely blowing up this Mr. Ke?"

"This, this is obviously the rhythm of breaking the chain!"

It has to be said that Xiong Qianshan's iron-faced rhetoric at this time is deadly.

It's just that in the current situation, neither Nalan Wuliang nor Xiong Wanli has time to pay attention to this idiot beside him.

Because at the same time that Xiong Qianshan was singing bad news, that Mr. Ke's body was blown away by an inexplicable and terrifying soul shock.

Immediately afterwards, this "outsider expert" from Nanyang plunged into the wall of the suite as if hit by an invisible artillery fire, and made a loud rumbling sound.

Just staring at the scene in front of them in such a daze, Nalan Wuliang and the other three were both afraid and caught off guard.

I don't know how long it took before the eldest son of the Xiong family, Xiong Wanli, moved boldly and cautiously, and walked towards Mr. Ke whose half body was embedded in the wall of the suite.

"Mr. Ke, Mr. Ke"

"You, are you okay?"

He yelled a few times in such a guilty conscience, and seeing that Mr. Ke, who was "supernatural" did not respond at all, Xiong Wannian looked back helplessly, and looked at Nalan Wuliang not far away with a questioning look.

At this moment, Nalan Wuliang also woke up instantly, and said to the Xiong family brothers in front of him anxiously and nervously: "What are you two doing looking at me like this, hurry up, hurry up and get him out? "

Nalan Wuliang gave an order, and the three of them hurriedly moved, grabbed Mr. Ke's legs and pulled them out desperately.

However, when these three good-for-nothing sons were moaning and chirping, two figures of a man and a woman appeared in the air outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the presidential suite.