North Sea, Zhao Family.
Her influence was second only to the Su family. When Su Ziyue's grandfather was still alive, she had heard him mention that Zhao Dali of the Zhao family had always wanted to marry her.
Of course, Su Ziyue's grandfather was unwilling. The most important reason was that Su Ziyue had the fate of a flower fairy. Not to mention marriage, the fortune-teller warned Su Zhantian that if he wanted to save his life, Su Ziyue was not allowed to have feelings for the opposite sex.
The Zhao family held a grudge and was rejected by the Su family several times. Zhao Dali felt embarrassed and thought of a vicious plan.
Since he couldn't marry Su Ziyue, the dream lover of the North Sea man, he had to find a way to " get " her.
Zhao Dali heard about the black-robed old man from his grandfather, and then he went to Su Ziyue's house to order a paper figurine substitute…
"Is Zhao Dali home?"
The black-robed old man asked.
"Yes, yes. Master, these two?”
Jiang Wuji, Su Ziyue, and the black-robed old man arrived at the Zhao Family. The bodyguard recognized the young master's distinguished guest and looked at Jiang Wuji and Su Ziyue with vigilance.
"Master, you've brought another Su Ziyue's Paper Figurine Substitute. Young Master Zhao will definitely reward her handsomely when he sees her.”
The bodyguards treated Su Ziyue as a " substitute ". They made way for the black-robed old man to lead the way. Jiang Wuji and Su Ziyue walked into the Zhao family's villa.
"They really f * cking look alike!"
"Master's standard is too awesome!"
Su Ziyue heard the bodyguard's whispers and was furious.
The bodyguards were responsible for the security outside the villa. The walkie-talkie informed the brothers inside. Jiang Wuji, Su Ziyue, and the black-robed old man arrived at Zhao Dali's room without any obstruction.
When Zhao Dali saw Su Ziyue, he said in surprise,""Master, you're really ingenious.
This paper doll substitute is a hundred times better than the one you gave me before.”
"This Zhao Dali definitely hasn't seen Mr. Sanbu's Paper Figurine Substitute made by Su Ziyue.”
"Zhao Dali, you don't know what's good."
"I can't tell the difference between a real person and a paper figurine substitute.”
The audience in the live broadcast room was amused by Zhao Dali. The person standing in front of him was clearly a living person.
"Pa!"
Su Ziyue waited for Zhao Dali to get closer and gave him a slap.
"Zhao Dali, I didn't expect it to be you, shameless bastard.”
Su Ziyue pointed at Zhao Dali and scolded.
Half of Zhao Dali's face was swollen. He looked at the black-robed old man and then carefully sized up Su Ziyue. He asked suspiciously,""You... Are you a real person?"
"Congratulations, you got it right."
Jiang Wuji's gaze was cold as he said," Every debt has its rightful owner. He told you before, right? If you didn't die, Su Ziyue would have nightmares every night. In order to satisfy your personal greed, he actually made Su Ziyue a substitute without any conscience.
Therefore, you must die."
Only then did Zhao Dali notice that Jiang Wuji was very familiar. He must have seen him before, but he couldn't remember for a moment.
"If you dare to touch a hair on my head, the Zhao family will not let you off. My grandfather can make your souls dissipate.”
Zhao Dali was fearless and said proudly,"My grandfather is a messenger of death in the human world. The King of Hell is easy to deal with, and small ghosts (messengers of death) are difficult to deal with.”
Jiang Wuji took out the wailing stick. When Zhao Dali saw the wailing stick, his body trembled.
"You... Are you also a messenger of death?"
Although this was Zhao Dali's first time seeing the Wailing Rod, he had heard his grandfather mention the two great spiritual artifacts of the netherworld more than once. As long as a human or ghost was hit by the Wailing Rod, their souls would definitely dissipate.
Zhao Dali's guts were about to split apart as he retreated in fear. Jiang Wuji waved the Wailing Staff in his hand at Zhao Dali. Zhao Dali could see the trajectory of the Wailing Staff, but he could not dodge it. He was hit and his soul was instantly scattered.
Zhao Dali did not close his eyes even after he died. His face was filled with fear, despair, and reluctance to part with life.
"Hey, let me die with an understanding. Please tell me your name.”
The black-robed old man saw Zhao Dali's soul dissipate, leaving only a shell behind. He could not help but feel a little miserable.
If Zhao Dali was the mastermind, then he was an accomplice. Jiang Wuji was young and decisive. It was already lenient that he did not kill him.
"Once you drink the soup, you will forget all your grudges. My name means nothing to you.”
Jiang Wuji looked at Su Ziyue and said," Stand by the wall and face the bridge with your eyes closed. No matter what you hear, don't open your eyes and don't look back."”
"I'm not a messenger of death. I can't bring the black-robed old man down to reincarnate.
I'm going to summon the Black and White Ghosts. There are still more than a million people left in the live broadcast room. Cowardly people, leave the live broadcast room.
Those who are left behind, remember my words. Close your eyes and don't stare at the Black and White Ghosts. They are real reapers and can sense your existence.”
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