The big boss of metaphysics is sick again, and Fu Shaoqi is lucky to continue his life

"Secret?" Lingyun sneered, and a chill burst out from her slender body.

Nightingale's heart shuddered, he actually saw the shadow of the third master in Miss Lingyun?

"Nightingale, if I want to harm him, who can stop me?"

The girl's voice is very soft and soft-spoken, but it should not be underestimated.

Nightingale was sweating coldly on her forehead. She used to think that the girl was soft and sweet, but she never understood why the third master would take a fancy to such a young girl. Now it seems that soft and sweet is just an appearance, and now it is the girl's reality. face.

"I'm sorry, Miss Lingyun, it was my subordinate who was reckless."

Nightingale's attitude changed suddenly, and she looked at Lingyun with awe.

Nightingale brought Lingyun to the study where Fu Xiuyun usually worked.

Modern and simple decoration, the huge room is full of bookshelves in all directions, and the bookshelves are full of books. It really surrounds the four walls with books.

There is a mahogany desk in the center, a leather chair, and unprocessed documents are stacked on the desk. The only green scene in the study is probably the Podocarpus bonsai on the right side of the chair.

Lingyun turned around in the study room, and the main color of dark gray was dull.

She sat down where Fu Xiuyun usually sat at work, with a cold expression on her face.

Nightingale has long since lost the previous contempt, and her attitude is respectful: "Miss Lingyun, the city of Yuncheng has always been a battleground between the third master and the third uncle. A month ago, the third master didn't tell you because he was afraid that the third uncle would know about you. existence is not good for you."

"Third uncle?" Lingyun asked.

She has never asked about the family background of the little lucky bag. A person with that kind of destiny is born either rich or noble, protected by purple energy, even in a dangerous situation, he can avert danger.

So Lingyun was never worried.

However, if that person used a mysterious method...

The look on Lingyun's face gradually turned cold, she looked around the room coldly, her eyes fell on the Luo Hansong on the right, and asked: "Who sent this Luo Hansong?"

"There has always been Luo Hansong. The Yuncheng villa is the property of the third master's mother. It has always been..." The more Ye Ying spoke, the lower her voice suddenly remembered that Fu Xiuyun was sick this time, as if... as if she had been raped It's like dropping your head.

He walked up to Luo Hansong in two steps to check, but found nothing unusual and asked, "Miss Lingyun, is there anything unusual about this Luo Hansong?"

Lingyun took a pen from the pen holder on the desk, and under the watchful eyes of Nightingale, loosened the soil in the Podocarpus bonsai.

Nightingale watched the pen worth millions being used by Ling Yun to dig up the dirt, and her heart ached.

That pen is full of real gemstones. I was very careful when I used it normally, but now I use it to dig the dirt... dig the dirt...

The latter, on the other hand, has no idea of ​​the value of the pen in his hand, and may be indifferent even if he knows it.

Lingyun scratched at will, feeling that the pen was too slow, so she turned to Nightingale, "Do you have a shovel?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Just when Lingyun was about to throw the pen aside casually, Nightingale caught it in a hurry, put the pen worth several million dollars away, and then went out to get the shovel.

After Nightingale left, Little Lucky Star appeared.

Little Fuxing looked at the dirt-covered pen on the desk and was heartbroken: "Boss, you are reckless, do you know how expensive the pen you used to dig the soil just now?"

"Huh?" Lingyun was at a loss.

She put all her body and mind on the Luo Hansong in front of her.

Little Lucky Star stretched out five chubby hands: "More than 500 million."

"Oh."

Lingyun's reaction was indifferent.

She has no concept of money. She was raised by the Gu family in her previous life, and was raised by Fu Xiuyun and her brothers in her rebirth. It is true that she has no room to spend money by herself.

Moreover, making money is just a very simple matter for her.

Nightingale quickly brought a small shovel, and Lingyun dug out a ball of folded yellow paper at the bottom of the Podocarpus bonsai.

"what is this?"

Nightingale was terrified.

What is this?How did Miss Lingyun know that Arhat Matsushita has something?

The bright yellow talisman paper was slightly discolored by the soil, and it could be seen that it had been buried in it for a long time.

Lingyun looked at Nightingale with a sneer: "What is it? Nightingale, are the people in the villa trustworthy?"

Nightingale: "The people in the villa are all the third master who followed him when he was young. Miss Lingyun, what do you mean?"

"There is an inner ghost in the villa."

Lingyun's eyes were cold.

The talisman paper glowed a little bit in her hand, and after a wisp of red mist wrapped around the talisman paper, the talisman paper unfolded on its own as if it had life.

Even though he was as calm as a nightingale, he opened his mouth slightly in surprise at this moment.

This is so unscientific...

"Miss Lingyun, this is?"

"Blood Curse."

The blood curse is the lowest and most inferior technique in the Taoism. The blood curse is not terrible for people in the Taoism, but for ordinary people, it is a disaster of bad luck.

It's no wonder that the little lucky bag is protected by purple energy, and its life is in danger.

"Blood... blood curse?"

Nightingale's world view has been cracked.

Could it be that Miss Lingyun is an expert hermit?

"Nightingale, who else is Ajun's enemy besides third uncle?" Lingyun asked.

"Miss Lingyun, in the position of the third master, it's not an exaggeration to say that you have suffered enemies from the back and forth, but the group of shrimp soldiers and crabs are not worth mentioning. The only one who has the ability to harm the third master is the third uncle of the Fu family!" Nightingale was determined.

"Okay, there is a traitor in the villa, you go down and investigate, and leave the talisman to me."

There is a cold light in Ling Yun's eyes, anyone who dares to bully me, not even the Heavenly King Lao Tzu!

It is a big deal for someone around you to be a traitor, so Ye Ying dared not waste time and went out to question people overnight.

Lingyun held the talisman in one hand, and a trace of red mist surrounded the talisman.

In Qingyang Taoist Temple.

A Taoist was cultivating when he clutched his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Tianhua, Taoist host of the Taoist temple, asked about it.

A Taoist's face was as pale as paper, "Someone touched my blood curse?"

After the words fell, he stabilized his mind and began to fight with the sudden red mist.

After going back and forth for five or six rounds, a Taoist once again spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground with a pale face.

"Master, you..."

"Go and call Xiaobai here! Quick!"

A Taoist's eyes were scarlet, and his hands were tightly twisted on his chest.

Zhang Tianhua didn't dare to delay, and quickly brought the boy with white pupils to a group of Taoists.

The young man stood beside a Taoist with no sadness or joy, and under the command, there was only endless indifference in his pale pupils.

……

A burst of faint blue flames rose out of nowhere and burned up the suspended talisman seals.

"How is the boss?" Xiao Fuxing asked with concern.

Lingyun Xiumei frowned slightly, "I was blocked by someone."

"Blocked by someone? Who can stop you?" Little Fuxing was surprised.

Is spiritual power really thin in today's world?Why are capable people popping up one after another recently?

Gu Jijin, an outer disciple of the Gu family, is one, and now there is another one who can block the aura.

The little lucky star has cracked.

Chapter 110 Six?