The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 142 The Three Generations of the Ye Family
"Mr. Wen, please allow me to say the last word." Ye Zhenghong had already put his posture very low. In fact, if the three generations of the Ye family hadn't personally warned him before he came, he would have exploded a long time ago.

As the saying goes, don't reach out and hit a smiling face, but for Wen Zhong, this is not a problem at all.

Huang Keshang had a helpless expression at the moment. He was sitting in the office well before, but he was forcibly dragged out by this leader named Ye Zhenghong.

One of them impressed him very much, because he felt very similar to Wen Zhong in the other person.

That was a dangerous ghost master. If it wasn't for his existence, Huang Keshang would not have caught him so easily.

There is nothing wrong with the safe house being able to isolate ghosts, but it is only limited to unconscious ghosts. For living people, they can easily invade by turning the door handle.

Huang Keshang's complexion was constantly changing at the moment, and Ye Zhenghong was equally disturbed. In Da'an, he had a safe house here. Once the other party really refused, he had no way to explain it to his superiors.

"Mr. Wen Zhong, I just want a safe house to put a child in. I guarantee that no one else will appear in front of you until this supernatural incident is over."

Ye Zhenghong said in a low voice again: "Mr. Wen Zhong, in the future you will know the weight of the four characters of Ye's three generations, and you will know what these four characters represent in the supernatural circle."

"So I have to kneel on the ground and beg for mercy from you?" Wen Zhong sneered, "Have you finished your sentence? Get out of here quickly. Killing you would be a waste of my bullets."

"I definitely don't mean that. Mr. Wen Zhong, please don't get me wrong. I'm just explaining Ye's strength. As long as you ask, Ye will definitely meet your reasonable needs." This time Ye Zhenghong emphasized two reasonable things. Character.

"Oh, you can't even take out ten ghost candles, I doubt your sincerity." Wen Zhong waved his hand and said.

He didn't deliberately make things difficult for Ye Zhenghong, or be stingy with the quota of this safe house. This safe house is his last bottom line and escape route, and he doesn't want uncontrollable things to happen inside.

"I don't think so many ghost candles can be produced at the headquarters of the ghost master." Ye Zhenghong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "Well, I see that Mr. Wen Zhong's safe house has not been fully built yet, so The follow-up construction work will be handed over to us, what do you think?"

"It's the headquarter's business if they can't get it out. It's your business if you can't get it out. You can open your mouth as much as you want. I don't believe that there is anything more important than a person's life. Sending off guests."

After finishing speaking, Wen Zhong stretched his waist and stopped talking to Ye Zhenghong, and prepared to enter the safe house to have a good rest for the night.

"Hmph, the person in charge of Wen~, are you a little too arrogant?" At this time, a strong young man with a pair of sunglasses walked up to Wen Zhong, and said arrogantly: "You don't want to give your face, you have to tear your face to be happy, right?"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was stunned, and Fang Diyuan even put on an expression that the melon-eaters were watching the show.

broken!

Ye Zhenghong raised his brows, and was about to say something, when a pale and stiff ghost hand appeared from behind the man in sunglasses, and grabbed his neck directly. Lost contact.

"Bastard, let me go!" The man in the sunglasses struggled desperately, but the ghost hand was like iron clamps firmly grasping his neck, no matter how hard he struggled, it would be futile.

Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of a broken neck bone, and the ghost hand twisted continuously along his neck, one circle, two circles... Soon a wriggling hemp rope appeared in Wen Zhong's hand.

Ye Zhenghong was completely dumbfounded by this scene, he never thought that this Li Wulu would be unable to do a single trick in Wen Zhong's hands, you must know that he is a ghost master carefully selected by Ye Shi.

"Professor Ochiai didn't see you before when he called all the ghost masters in Da'an to participate in the mobilization meeting. Now he ran out and yelled at me, you really deserve to die." Wen Zhong's eyes flashed murderous intent, not only targeting Li Wulu, but also For everyone in the Ye family.

At such a time, they dare to trouble him. I really don't know what kind of family this so-called Ye family is.

At this moment, Ye Zhenghong's expression was extremely ugly. It's not that he didn't know that the ghost masters were all lunatics. It wasn't that he didn't know that Ye's influence didn't reach Da'an. It wasn't that he didn't know how powerful the ghost master headquarters was now, but he Still messed up.

He knew that things couldn't be better today.

Although Wen Zhong hadn't done anything yet, it wasn't because he was afraid of the three generations of Ye's family, nor because of his conscience, he was just waiting for Ye Zhenghong's attitude, which could also be understood as the last chance.

This was his understanding and the result of empathy. Ye Zhenghong knew that this was really his last chance.

He doesn't want to die yet, and now he has to use the three "entries" given to him by the three generations of the Ye family. He stuffed the paper for recording the "entries" into his pocket, and he only needs to move two fingers to rub the paper. , when the horrible spirit will wreak havoc.

"Why do you have any means, use them all." Wen Zhong narrowed his eyes: "Don't say that I bully you, and don't say that I don't give you a chance, all these things have to be won by yourself."

"Mr. Wen Zhong, I really don't want to go to this point. Is there really no room for negotiation?" Ye Zhenghong gritted his teeth. How much he wished that he was also a ghost master at this time.

"What are you talking about? Of course we can discuss it. After all, I'm not a devil."

It was beyond Ye Zhenghong's expectation again, but Wen Zhong let go. Although he didn't know why, since the other party gave him a step, he had to follow.

Wen Zhong pointed to his trouser pocket and said, "Ten tons of gold plus the contents of your trouser pocket, how about I give you the location of the safe house? Of course, the safe house is only for one person to enter."

Ye Zhenghong lowered his head and thought for a moment, then said: "Okay, gold may take a while, if Mr. Wen Zhong agrees to exchange it for the same amount of currency, then we can arrange it immediately."

"What do I want currency for? Gold is the best hard currency." Wen Zhong said, "I won't embarrass you either. Just prepare the gold at once after this supernatural event is over."

"Okay, take what's in your trouser pocket, my patience is limited, I hope you can take it out before it is exhausted." Wen Zhong said.

(End of this chapter)