Rebirth of Fortune Talisman

Chapter 249
Huo Yi took a deep breath, but she still couldn't hold back her determination to tear Monk Yuantong into pieces.

"Immortal." Huo Yi wanted to move but couldn't move, so she could only show some sharp words: "You old cucumber, you pretend to be tender, shameless, you son of a bitch..."

Yuantong smiled and recited the Buddha's name: "Almsgiver, meditate and be careful about stoma karma."

After he finished reading, Huo Yi couldn't even move his lips.

Angrily, Huo Yi stared at Yuantong, if eyes could kill, Yuantong would have died tens of thousands of times.

Han drove the car very fast, and it didn't take long for the three of them to arrive at the supernatural place.

Yuantong tied Huo Yi with a rope and forced him out, Han walked in front, Yuantong led Huo Yi and followed behind, watching Yuantong walk slowly, but it was this slow gait that also brought Huo Yi along. Very embarrassed, he couldn't keep up with Yuantong even with strides, and was almost dragged to the ground by the rope.

Huo Yi looked at Yuantong and Han's backs with hatred in her eyes, thinking about how to escape.

Han took the two of them down by the elevator, and after walking for an unknown amount of time, the three of them entered a confined underground space.

This room is not very big, but the top of the feet and the four walls are all made of pure white jade. The jade is polished so smooth that it is difficult for ordinary people to walk an inch on it.

But Han and Monk Yuantong walked very easily, but Huo Yi was dragged almost sliding into the house.

After the three of them entered, Huo Yi saw a few people sitting under the east wall of the room, a beautiful woman, an old Taoist priest, a man like a prodigal son, and several ordinary-looking people who made people look at them A man who will never remember in his heart.

Seeing these people, Huo Yi's heart felt bitter, and his mouth was even more bitter.

"People brought it." Han sat down with a cold face.

Yuantong stared at the old Taoist priest: "Fan Laodao, if you come forward in such a matter in the future, I will never go again."

Without waiting for Fan Laodao to speak, he bowed his head and began to chant the Buddha's name: "Monks don't tell lies, what this poor monk has done today is enough to go to several levels of hell."

Fan Laodao chuckled, and beckoned Yuantong to go: "Who told you to be tender, if you don't come forward in this kind of thing, who will come forward."

Yuantong puffed out his cheeks, and stared at Fan Laodao with his round and big eyes.

"Okay." Han said, and the two didn't dare to bicker anymore.

Standing in the middle of the house, Huo Yi was shocked and had an extremely bad premonition.

He smiled bitterly: "I don't know what I did to ask you to bring me here?"

Han didn't talk nonsense with him, but said to Fan Laodao in a deep voice: "Let's fight."

Fan Laodao immediately sat down on the ground, muttering something, and the rest of the people stood up one by one, walking around Huo Yi with serious faces and walking in circles at a certain pace.

After turning around five times, a total of nine people, including Fan Laodao, began to meditate. At the same time, the nine people moved in unison with their right hands and pointed their fingertips at Huo Yi.

"Cut." Huo Yi sneered: "What is this for? Playing tricks, this kind of feudal superstition is not fashionable now..."

Before Huo Yi finished speaking, a layer of blue flames appeared on the jade floor under his feet. The flames burned directly from the soles of Huo Yi's feet, engulfing his legs in an instant.

"what……"

Huo Yi screamed: "This is the Fierce Sun Formation."

The blue flames were blazing, and Huo Yi felt that even his soul was being burned. It was so scorching hot that he couldn't bear the pain.

"Ah!" There was another scream, and Huo Yi fell to the ground and rolled, "You guys are too cruel..."

Han Man looked at Huo Yi with a cold face, and gestured toward the formation. The heat became more intense, and the flames turned from blue to blue-white, almost invisible to the naked eye.

But the lighter the color of the flame, the temperature is astonishingly high.

Huo Yi fell to the ground, his handsome face twisted like a ghost, the pain and hatred in his eyes made him seem to crawl out of hell.

He pointed at Han: "Han, how dare you..."

Han was not affected by him at all, his face was calm and indifferent, as if what was burning was not Huo Yi, but a kebab.

Huo Yi started rolling on the ground, tearing her hair, her voice became hoarse and rough.

"Who is behind you?"

Han finally asked, "Who told you to cooperate with Song Baozhu? Who told you to attack the Shen family?"

Huo Yi was writhing in pain, his hair was ripped off better, he screamed, and looked at Han with red eyes: "No one, no one."

Ah!
Han sneered, and spit out a few words from his thin lips: "Since there is no one, what's the use of keeping you?"

He pinched his hands and slowly closed his eyes.

The fire in the formation suddenly rose sharply, and a fire that was almost colorless instantly engulfed Huo Yi. Within a few seconds, Fan Laodao and the others had already stood up. Monk Yuantong said to the gray powder on the ground: " Amitabha, rest in peace."

"Cut." Fan Laodao sneered: "Fake benevolence and righteousness, his mind and soul are gone, he has been burnt to ashes, what else can he rest in peace."

The beautiful Zhou Lili looked back at Han: "My lord, it took a lot of effort to catch him back, and he just disappeared?"

Han opened his eyes: "Since he can endure the pain of burning his soul without saying anything, what else is there to interrogate? It's better to just extinguish it, so as to save future troubles."

That's true, Zhou Lili nodded, and didn't ask any more.

In the northern outskirts of the capital city, in a farmer's home, a man with long white hair and a white silk dark-pattern Tang suit was shocked for a while, and then spit out a mouthful of blood. The blood stained the white Tang suit, which was shocking.

He rushed into the house and saw that the bookmark on the house was broken, and immediately fell to the ground: "My son..."

Walking out of the house was a woman who looked to be in her twenties, with a white face like jade, and a pair of eyes that were unusually agile, but she looked so gentle and pure that one couldn't help feeling pity from the bottom of her heart.

With an indescribable friendship on her face, she reached out to help the man up: "Brother Jue."

The man held her hand tightly: "Cousin, my son, my son died tragically..."

A smugness flashed across the woman's clever but pitiful eyes, she lowered her head, and said to the man very lovingly: "Brother Jue, we must avenge Yi'er, you must mourn, only you cheer up Get up, Yi'er's great revenge can be avenged, otherwise, Yi'er will die with regret."

The man nodded and stood up holding the woman's hand. He hugged the woman in his arms very pitifully, and he couldn't hide the deep friendship in his eyes: "Cousin, I only have you two now, you must not have any accidents again." , Yi’er died tragically, I’m afraid it will implicate Xi’er, tell Xi’er to be more careful.”

(End of this chapter)