Three Ghosts Crushing Fatty
Seeing Han Jiang walking over, Fatty Wang forced a smile on his face.
"Boss Han!"
"I didn't mean anything else."
"I just want to ask, was the previous customer in such pain?”
"I feel like I'm going to be crushed to death.”
Hanjiang curled the corners of his lips. How could it not be heavy?
He had already carried three little ghosts on his body.
It was equivalent to carrying three people on his body.
Under normal circumstances, a person carrying a ghost on his back would make him feel extremely heavy. In the long run, his body would definitely be crippled.
Now that Fatty Wang was carrying three ghosts, he was naturally heavier.
Moreover, this process was inevitable. If he wanted to make this map, he had to endure this pain.
However, Fatty Wang could have endured it for a few days less. Now, Fatty Wang had to endure this pain for a few more days.
Fatty Wang would be able to paint when his paint was ready.
Only after getting seduced would Fatty Wang act like a normal person.
As for these few days
He would have to suffer.
Thus, Han Jiang said calmly.
"You have to ask the previous customer how he felt.”
"However…"
"If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight."
"I think you should understand this principle, right?”
Han Jiang had said the same thing to Zhang Qilin.
Moreover, the pain that Zhang Qilin was suffering was only heavier than Fatty Wang's.
After all, Zhang Qilin was an ancient divine beast.
Zhang Qilin had a good tolerance and was taciturn, so he didn't say anything.
Fatty Wang nodded. He thought that it would be useless even if he asked Zhang Qilin.
Why would that stuffy oil bottle tell him this?
Therefore, after lying down again, he said with a hopeless expression.
"Alright then."
"Boss Han."
"Does that mean that my condition will last for a few days?”
"Until it's time to paint?"
Han Jiang nodded and sat down beside Fatty Wang.
"Yes."
Fatty Wang buried his head in despair.
Her heart was still the same as before she got the tattoo. There were a hundred thousand alpacas running back and forth in her heart.
Fatty Wang didn't know why he would feel better after painting, but he knew that Han Jiang definitely had his reasons for saying that he couldn't afford not to paint.
Moreover, he had to wait for Hanjiang to finish preparing the paint. He would have to wait for at least two to three days.
Yes.
He felt bitter in his heart, but he insisted on it.
He could only grit his teeth and swallow it.
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At the same time.
On the other side of Hong Kong City.
A courtyard house in the suburbs was filled with stools.
The two locust trees at the door made the courtyard seem even colder.
At this moment, the moon was high up in the sky, but there were two crows standing on the treetops.
Under the moonlight, the crow stared at a corpse in the courtyard. It was like two messengers from the netherworld who had come to take away people who did not belong here.
At this moment, the courtyard was filled with thirteen chairs, and not a single chair was empty.
All of them stared at the corpse lying on the ground like the two crows.
But the crows were excited, while they were puzzled.
The person sitting in this courtyard was the person Ninth Uncle had invited today.
Each of them was a member of the Demon Subduing Path.
This included Ma Ling 'er.
Ma Ling 'er frowned as she walked into the corpse. When she saw the wound on the corpse, her eyes widened in horror.
He pointed at the wound on his body and said,
"Ninth Uncle."
"You said that these wounds were caused by needles?”
Ninth Uncle, who was sitting in the main seat, stood up and looked at the moonlight. Then, he nodded and said,
"Yes, sir!"
"I saw it clearly."
"At that time, he was a young man who looked to be in his early twenties.”
"He doesn't look like someone from the underworld. On the contrary, he looks like someone who works in a high-end central business district.”
"To be honest, from the beginning, I didn't understand every step this young man took.”
"But he used a set of needles and a spell that I don't know about to kill Xuan Kui!”
At this time, Ma Ling 'er couldn't help but look at the wound on Xuan Kui's body in confusion and couldn't help but ask again.
"Xuan Kui is already close to the level of a Bronze-Armored Corpse. He is the existence of a Corpse King no matter where he is!”
"The skin on its body already has the metallic luster of the Bronze-Armored Corpses. Even bullets can't penetrate it.!”
"This…"
"This is unbelievable!"
Ninth Uncle nodded slightly. Seeing Ma Ling 'er's shocked look, it seemed like he had expected it.
It was because he had seen Hanjiang inject the needle into Xuan Kui's body.
His expression was even more exaggerated than Ma Ling 'er's.
"I know you find it hard to believe."
"After all, everyone has witnessed Xuan Kui's strength.”
"When I fought with Xuan Kui today, I was almost killed by him.”
"It can be said that if the people of the Demon Subduing Dao do not join forces to deal with it, there is almost no chance of winning.”
"But such a Corpse King was actually killed by that young man.”
"When I was watching from the side, I clearly saw that Xuan Kui had no chance of resisting in the hands of the young man.”
"I didn't even get any advantage, nor did I hurt that young man.”
"What surprised me the most was that such a person came from our Harbor City.”
"And none of us knew!”
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