Chapter 910 Psychic Summoning (15)
Chuzheng was sitting in the basement.
I don't know how long later, I heard the door open.
Someone came down.
She ducked into a corner to hide.
What came down was an old man with silver hair, wearing an old-fashioned Chinese tunic suit, walking down step by step with a walking stick.
The old man walked up the last step and stood there for a while.
Then he went around to the stairs and groped around on the ground at the bottom. The floor was opened by him, and he reached in and twisted the mechanism inside.
Chuzheng: "..."
This is too hidden! !
The mechanism moved, and a door slowly opened on the left side of the basement.
Chuzheng glanced over there, at the wall next to the stairs.
The old man went in with a cane.
Chuzheng flicked her wrist, and the silver thread wrapped her up, and her figure immediately disappeared into the air.
Chuzheng followed the old man in.
Inside is a very empty room.
Nothing at all.
At least Chuzheng didn't see anything.
The old man stood at the entrance with an unspeakable expression on his face: "Chi Jing, I know you are here."
The old man's voice was faint, and the room was obviously empty.
But he seemed to be facing a person.
Pool mirror...
Sure enough, it's her good guy card.
But what kind of plot is this?
Chuzheng didn't quite understand it, so she decided to take a look first.
The old man suddenly sighed: "After so many years, I know that sooner or later, you will become a nightmare for our Dai family."
Chuzheng felt a little cold behind her, and then a gust of wind blew past her.
The old man suddenly staggered forward, his crutches fell from his hands, and he fell directly to the ground.
In the middle of the room.
A group of black mist gradually condensed, gradually revealing the outline of the chair.
It was a chair made entirely of skeletons.
The chair handles are two skulls.
There were black flames burning in the empty eye sockets, like a living creature, staring faintly.
That was the only color on the bone-white skeleton chair.
Chuzheng blinked and saw someone sitting on the empty chair.
The man was wearing a black retro robe, and a one-piece hat was placed on his head, making it impossible to see his appearance at all.
The long legs were exposed from under the robe, folded together, and his hands were placed on the skull of the chair, like a king descending in the dark night.
White skull chair, black people, bright colors.
The old man of the Dai family sat up shakily and looked up at the person on the chair.
"you……"
"You actually completely unblocked it?"
The old man of the Dai family was trembling all over as he looked at the person on the skeleton chair.
"A hundred years is not a short time."
The man's Qingyue voice sounded, with a bit of a smile, it was very pleasant, and there was no feeling of terror at all.
Mr. Dai's breath was stagnant.
The man tapped the skull with his fingertips: "The Dai family will be prosperous for hundreds of years. The grace I give you will be of great use."
"Ah, no, it should be the grace you took from me."
Mr. Dai's face became a few inches whiter.
Mr. Dai clutched his chest, took a few breaths, and gritted his teeth: "If you let my descendants go, if you come at me if you have anything, I am willing to pay for all these sins."
"Ha." The man chuckled.
He leaned back slightly and lowered his black hat, revealing the man's fair chin and a smooth and perfect neck.
But it was only for a moment that the man lowered his head. It was dark again and he couldn't see anything.
"Chi Jing, although the Dai family... although I'm sorry for you, they haven't stopped worshiping you in the past hundred years..."
Chi Jing interrupted him: "You worship me because you want the Dai family's longevity, not for me. Don't put it so nicely."
Mr. Dai's body trembled.
"You want to destroy the Dai family?"
"Of course." Chi Jing smiled: "You were imprisoned for a hundred years to take away your power. Will you let him go?"
There was no resentment in his voice.
It's clean, like chatting with someone.
"They don't know anything." Mr. Dai yelled, but soon there was only pleading on his face: "I didn't tell them anything. It's over when they come to me. Chi Jing, please let them go."
Mr. Dai was originally sitting on the ground, but now he knelt down directly.
"As long as you let them go, you can do whatever you want."
Chi Jing said nothing.
The black flames in the skulls under his hands grew larger and smaller.
The whole space fell into an eerie silence.
After a moment, the man who looked like a king smiled and said: "Impossible."
He wants the Dai family to perish.
Children and grandchildren will never be born again.
"But I am very generous and can leave some time for you to enjoy family happiness again."
At this time, not taking advantage of his illness to kill him and giving him a chance to breathe, what is the difference between this and suicide.
"Idiot." Chuzheng scolded.
Chi Jing suddenly looked towards Chu Zheng.
Chuzheng: "..."
Damn it!
There's no way he can see it!
Chi Jing quickly looked away, seemingly looking there casually.
Chuzheng moved a few steps behind, from left to right.
Then he moved from the right to the left, and finally came forward, walked to the pool mirror and shook it.
Chi Jing didn't even respond.
Can't see it.
Scared me.
Chuzheng covered her mouth and stopped swearing.
This is the safest way!
"It's enough for you to enjoy it for a hundred years, isn't it?"
Chi Jing waved his hand, the figure disappeared, and the skull chair slowly turned into black mist, and finally dissipated.
Chuzheng: "!!!"
I X!
Where did it go?
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Chuzheng didn't find Chi Jing, so she followed Mr. Dai up depressedly.
She just followed behind in a swaggering manner. He Ma and the two servants were looking for Mr. Dai everywhere. Chuzheng followed behind, but no one noticed her.
"Grandpa, where have you been?"
Dai Congrong came in from outside.
Mother He suddenly said that the old man was missing.
He couldn't find anything in the villa. He was about to look outside when Mother He came to call him.
Shang Jing is still there, and she was helping to find someone just now.
"Grandpa Dai, believe it or not, there is something wrong with you..."
Mr. Dai raised his hand to stop Shang Jing from continuing.
Shang Jing frowned, but didn't continue.
Mr. Dai used his crutch: "Congrong, follow me to the study."
"Hey, okay."
Dai Congrong said a few words to Shang Jing and asked her to wait below for a while before taking the old man upstairs.
Shang Jing took a few steps back, and Chu Zheng suddenly walked up to her and stretched out his foot to trip her.
Shang Jing was unprepared and fell to the floor with a thud.
Mr. Dai and Dai Congrong, who were going upstairs, looked back at the same time.
Shang Jing lay on the ground and watched, his posture was a bit inelegant.
At this time, Shang Jing got up in embarrassment. When she met the eyes of the two people, Shang Jing was indescribable embarrassment and couldn't help but blush on her face.
"Master, are you... okay?" Dai Congrong asked hesitantly.
"It's okay, let me look under the sofa." Shang Jing endured the pain and responded to Dai Congrong.
"Oh oh oh..."
Seeing that there needs to be such a big movement under the sofa?
What's there to see under the sofa?
