Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 242: The meeting between the Lu and Wang families, Wang Ai's bargaining chip
Not far from the foot of the mountain, among the crisscrossing paths, five men in leather clothes came hurriedly, followed by a well-known trauma physician in the circle.

Dou Le threw away the cigarette and raised his hand to greet him, "Wang family?"

"Just to save you the trouble, come and carry your young master away."

The five people looked at each other in shock at the unrecognizable and battered thing at Dou Le's feet, and they all gasped in fear.

This horrible-looking body belongs to their arrogant and domineering young master?

If the master saw this, he would probably be so angry that he died!

"Let's go." Xu Si waved his hand and urged, "Once this is over, I'll have to find a place for you to relax."

The regional director and the temporary worker passed by the five people. Xiao Zizai stopped for a moment and looked at the Mediterranean man who was the leader of the five people. He found that there was an undisguised ruthlessness between the corners of his mouth and between his brows.

"You're good." Xiao Zizai patted his shoulder gently.

After everyone had gone far away, the five of them slowly stood up straight.

One person couldn't help but ask: "Who are these people?"

"It is probably the company's mediation. To be able to call so many people here, the owner of this mountain must be no ordinary person." Mediterranean stared at the Qunling Mountain surrounded by grass and thought.

"Are we really going to do what the master has arranged?" one of them said angrily.

Being sent to verify that Yan Huan defeated Ding Shimaan is really unlucky.

If this is true, then if you go into the mountains to cause trouble, you will most likely be hung on a tree.

"After eating the master's ink talisman, don't think about being sneaky. If you go, you can still have a chance of survival. If you disobey the master, you know his methods." The Mediterranean named Wang Yi said in a deep voice.

"Go and have a look." He gave the order.

The four of them gritted their teeth and walked forward reluctantly, but there was not even a trail into the mountain around them, so they could only break through head-on through the strange plants with lush branches and leaves.

After the doctor examined Wang Bing's injuries, he frowned and began to prepare medicines for internal and external use. Just then, he looked up and saw those jagged spikes, which seemed familiar to him.

"Ahhhhhh!" The sudden scream frightened the doctor.

I saw that those who entered the mountain without permission were touched by poisonous grass, and their skin began to swell and ulcerate. "It's poisonous, it's poisonous here!"

One man stepped back in a hurry, but the next second, he vomited black water, felt unbearable pain in his abdomen, and died on the ground within a few steps.

"Yes...it's the master's ink talisman that took effect. He...he won't let anyone retreat..." The remaining three people were disheartened and stared at the corpse on the ground in disbelief.

Over the years, they thought they were regarded as confidants of the Wang family, but now they realized that they were just chess pieces that would be discarded after use.

"Since you've been poisoned, why don't you use your last bit of energy to serve the family?" Wang Yi spread his hands. "Go ahead and open a path. Let the master see your loyalty and courage."

Blah, blah!
The three men quickly picked up the jagged grass and leaves, and the thorns pierced their skin, sometimes tearing off bits of flesh. After a while, all three of them fell under the roots of the tree and became nutrients for the soil.

Wang Yi took out his cell phone and called Wang Ai. "Master, the rumor is probably true. The poisonous miasma at the foot of the mountain is so deep that ordinary people can't even enter. We don't even have the qualifications to stand in front of him."

"I have received Master Wang Bing's message... The situation is not optimistic."

Click!

Wang Yi took a photo and sent it to Wang Ai.

"You son of a bitch, damn it, damn it!"

In Lujia Village, in the Lujia meeting hall, a hysterical roar filled the room, and the rippling Qi caused the lanterns in front of the house to sway. In the whole house, only Lu Ci, who was calmly drinking tea, and Wang Ai, who was furious and had a red face, were left.

"It's okay, Old Wang. You're not dead." Lu Ci glanced to the side.

Wang Ai's face turned pale, and his triangular eyes sunken in his fat were filled with murderous intent. "It's okay if you just say this..."

"How could a young man in his twenties, like you, the head of one of the four great families, be forced to this extent? If I had known this would happen, I should have eradicated him in Zaozhuang to prevent future troubles."

Lu Ci used the tea lid to clink a few clear sounds, and blew away the misty vapor.

"Humph." Wang Ai snorted coldly, "It's useless to talk about hindsight. There are not so many regret pills in the world that can be taken."

While the two were talking, Lu Gong came over from the back room.

"Master, we have compared it. It is definitely Lu Liang's handwriting."

Wang Ai suppressed his anger and looked around calmly.

Lu Ci has a knot in his heart. He values ​​the interests of his family the most. Now the trouble he has encountered for no reason comes from his own great-grandson. No one knows what he is thinking at this moment.

Lü Ci waved his hand and sent Lü Gong away. "You murdered your relatives and framed your own clan. You are really outrageous."

Wang Ai's eyes narrowed. "With Lü Liang's condition, whether he was killing his own people or stirring up trouble between the Lü and Wang families, it was probably not out of his heart. There are too many spells that can affect cognition and thinking. No one knows better than you, Lü Ci, right?"

"Considering what happened in Zaozhuang before, the mastermind behind this may not be Yan Huan from Qunling Mountain."

Lu Ci's scarred eyes slightly opened, "So?"

"Use money to gather a group of desperate criminals, and add the masters from your family and mine, and strangle him in the cradle as soon as possible. If we let him continue to develop, it will be difficult to take action when his power is deeply rooted."

"You've already missed it once in Zaozhuang, Lao Lu." Wang Ai shook his head and sighed.

Lu Ci put down the teacup. "In my heart, the most important thing is blood. It's not worth it for me to sacrifice my clan members for a baseless guess."

"Wake up, Old Wang. We are over a hundred years old. Don't be stupid at this critical moment. During the Jiashen Rebellion, why did our two families become the biggest winners? Wasn't it because of our control over the situation?"

Wang Ai snorted coldly. He was not surprised by Lu Ci's reaction. He changed the subject.

"Wait until I take Wang Bing back and heal his injuries. I would like you to send someone to take care of some abnormalities in his soul."

"After all, that bastard is called the 'Witch King'. I'm afraid he has some tricks up his sleeve against souls."

Lu Ci's face froze and he thought for a moment.

"Then how should we calculate the risks that our people have taken during this period?"

"That's easy!" Wang Ai stood up slowly with the help of a cane. "If anything really happens, I'll give you a bargaining chip you can't refuse as compensation."

"As long as you help me this time, I will give you the 'Spirit Conquering and General Conquering'."

pat, pat!
Inside the meeting hall of Lujia Village, there was the sound of a cane hitting the ground gently, and Wang Ai's fat and bloated figure slowly disappeared around the corner of the door.

Lu Ci took a sip of tea and stared at the scenery in the courtyard in a daze.

"After all the calculations, the idiot little fat boy is still the most likable one."

"Hehe, Eight Great Techniques..."

(End of this chapter)