My Master is Lin Zhengying

"Daoist Nanchen, do you want to eat something!"

Boss Qian also spoke.

Nan Chen is still very energetic now, and he ate a lot at noon, so he is not hungry.

So, I didn't want to procrastinate any further.

"No need boss Qian, let's go now!"

"That's fine, this way please!"

With that said, the group of people followed Boss Qian and left the Qian Mansion directly.

There were already two cars parked at the gate.

This time, there is no need to squeeze.

Nan Chen didn't intend to continue driving, so she chose one and got in.

Then he left Qian Mansion and rushed to the Starlight Night Market in the east of Jinling City.

After about twenty minutes, Nan Chen and the others arrived at the entrance of the Starlight Night Market.

Here, it is located at the intersection of Dongcheng Avenue in Jinling City.

The flow of people is surging and it is very lively.

Even, there are many neon signs.

This is in Renjia Town and cannot be seen.

It is so attractive that Wencai and others can't help but be fascinated by it.

After all, never seen it.

Tonight's Starlight Night Market was pitch-black, and it was not open.

Of course, even if it is open, there are not many people.

Regular local customers are basically aware that this place is haunted.

Afraid of death, dare not come.

There were several strong men guarding the door.

At this time, seeing Boss Qian coming down, he hurried up to greet him.

"boss!"

"Shitou, these are the priests I invited."

The big man called "Stone" cupped his hands and said:

"Hello, Daoist!"

At the same time, he signaled his subordinates to open the door.

Boss Qian said to Nan Chen and the others:

"Daoist Nanchen, I will get rid of you."

Nan Chen smiled faintly:

"Boss Qian, you will wait later."

With that said, the door has opened.

Nan Chen and the others walked in directly.

The room was dark and buzzing, and I couldn't see anything clearly.

Stone turned on the light.

And led the crowd into the dance hall.

And said to Nan Chen and the others:

"Dear priests, Xiaohong died in the center of the stage, a terrible death.

And that person back then severely injured our brothers.

If it weren't for our good physique, I'm afraid we would have died! "

Stone was indignant.

Pointing to the middle of the stage.

Nan Chen nodded slightly.

Look around carefully.

Very Republican style, similar to the Republic of China night shows seen on TV.

It is definitely incomparable with the large KTV in his previous life.

But it's better than style.

Apart from these, the Yin Qi in this room is indeed very heavy.