Lin Zifeng initially thought that the dragon tattoo on the old security guard's body was done to ward off evil spirits.

Now the old security guard says that he didn't get the tattoo, and he doesn't even know where the tattoo came from.

"I don't know what's on the 18th floor, but just listen to my advice. If you lose money, just lose it."

After saying this, the old security guard turned around and left without giving Lin Zifeng a chance to speak again.

Lin Zifeng pondered for a moment and looked at the stairs leading to the seventeenth floor. After thinking for a while, he decided to go up and take a look.

As for things like curses and beheadings that others would be afraid of, Lin Zifeng was not afraid.

Returning to the seventeenth floor again, this time Lin Zifeng began to observe the ceiling.

Lin Zifeng opened his eyes and looked carefully.

After looking around, Lin Zifeng finally saw something useful.

There is actually a head hidden in the ceiling.

If it weren't for Lin Zifeng's clairvoyant ability, he might not have been able to discover this head.

Lin Zifeng quickly reached the eighteenth floor and pried the head out from under the floor.

This is a red head with some complicated runes on it.

From here, Lin Zifeng could tell that it was a kind of evil spell similar to a curse.

And this head should be the source of the curse.

Lin Zifeng didn't understand the curse, nor could he understand the inscriptions on it.

However, Lin Zifeng knew that as long as this thing was destroyed, the curse here should be able to disappear.

Thinking of this, Lin Zifeng picked up an ashtray and hit it hard on his head.

The crimson head shattered in response.

Lin Zifeng made a pile of firewood and burned all the broken bones in an empty room.

While Lin Zifeng was burning these bones, in an ordinary small house on the outskirts of Anjiang City, a man was burning some bones.

The fragrant old man's expression suddenly changed and he looked in the direction of the Tyumen Building.

"Who is it? You actually destroyed my skull."

The old man's eyes were full of resentment. He raised his hand and knocked on the table. "It seems that I haven't taken action for a long time. Some people have forgotten that I am a six-fingered ghost craftsman."

Lin Zifeng didn't know about the old man. After burning his head, he immediately went downstairs to find the old security guard and asked:

"Old man, take a look, is the tattoo on your back still there?"

The old security guard was stunned for a moment, then lifted up his clothes, his eyes revealed a look of shock, because the shoulder dragon tattoo on his body had disappeared.

"What's going on?" The old security guard looked at Lin Zifeng in disbelief, "You...you solved the trouble on the 18th floor?"

Lin Zifeng smiled and nodded, saying: "Yes, I have solved the things upstairs. You should not encounter similar troubles in the future."

In addition to the old security guard, He Yulin's mental illness has also recovered as before, and other people who have been affected here are also recovering quickly.

But these are not what Lin Zifeng cares about. What he cares about now is how to turn the real estate here into money.

When I bought the house here, I wanted to fix the troubles inside so that the value of the house could increase.

Ten million turned into one hundred million, which was not a small amount even for Lin Zifeng.

While Lin Zifeng was planning to re-promote these three floors, a phone call came over.

Lin Zifeng took it out and took a look. The caller was actually Luo Chunyuan.

After picking up the phone, Luo Chunyuan's sarcastic voice came, "Xiao Feng, I wonder if you are free tonight?"

"What's the matter?" Lin Zifeng asked.

Luo Chunyuan hesitated for a moment and said with some embarrassment: "During the old man's birthday, some unpleasant things happened to us, but you have to know that aunt is very optimistic about you. Aunt made delicious food. Come to aunt's house to eat tonight.

Let’s have dinner.” Lin Zifeng initially thought that the dragon tattoo on the old security guard’s body was done to ward off evil spirits.

Now the old security guard says that he didn't get the tattoo, and he doesn't even know where the tattoo came from.

"I don't know what's on the 18th floor, but just listen to my advice. If you lose money, just lose it."

After saying this, the old security guard turned around and left without giving Lin Zifeng a chance to speak again.

Lin Zifeng pondered for a moment and looked at the stairs leading to the seventeenth floor. After thinking for a while, he decided to go up and take a look.

As for things like curses and beheadings that others would be afraid of, Lin Zifeng was not afraid.

Returning to the seventeenth floor again, this time Lin Zifeng began to observe the ceiling.

Lin Zifeng opened his eyes and looked carefully.

After looking around, Lin Zifeng finally saw something useful.

There is actually a head hidden in the ceiling.

If it weren't for Lin Zifeng's clairvoyant ability, he might not have been able to discover this head.

Lin Zifeng quickly reached the eighteenth floor and pried the head out from under the floor.

This is a red head with some complicated runes on it.

From here, Lin Zifeng could tell that it was a kind of evil spell similar to a curse.

And this head should be the source of the curse.

Lin Zifeng didn't understand the curse, nor could he understand the inscriptions on it.

However, Lin Zifeng knew that as long as this thing was destroyed, the curse here should be able to disappear.

Thinking of this, Lin Zifeng picked up an ashtray and hit it hard on his head.

The crimson head shattered in response.

Lin Zifeng made a pile of firewood and burned all the broken bones in an empty room.

While Lin Zifeng was burning these bones, in an ordinary small house on the outskirts of Anjiang City, a man was burning some bones.

The fragrant old man's expression suddenly changed and he looked in the direction of the Tyumen Building.

"Who is it? You actually destroyed my skull."

The old man's eyes were full of resentment. He raised his hand and knocked on the table. "It seems that I haven't taken action for a long time. Some people have forgotten that I am a six-fingered ghost craftsman."

Lin Zifeng didn't know about the old man. After burning his head, he immediately went downstairs to find the old security guard and asked:

"Old man, take a look, is the tattoo on your back still there?"

The old security guard was stunned for a moment, then lifted up his clothes, his eyes revealed a look of shock, because the shoulder dragon tattoo on his body had disappeared.

"What's going on?" The old security guard looked at Lin Zifeng in disbelief, "You...you solved the trouble on the 18th floor?"

Lin Zifeng smiled and nodded, saying: "Yes, I have solved the things upstairs. You should not encounter similar troubles in the future."

In addition to the old security guard, He Yulin's mental illness has also recovered as before, and other people who have been affected here are also recovering quickly.

But these are not what Lin Zifeng cares about. What he cares about now is how to turn the real estate here into money.

When I bought the house here, I wanted to fix the troubles inside so that the value of the house could increase.

Ten million turned into one hundred million, which was not a small amount even for Lin Zifeng.

While Lin Zifeng was planning to re-promote these three floors, a phone call came over.

Lin Zifeng took it out and took a look. The caller was actually Luo Chunyuan.

After picking up the phone, Luo Chunyuan's sarcastic voice came, "Xiao Feng, I wonder if you are free tonight?"

"What's the matter?" Lin Zifeng asked.

Luo Chunyuan hesitated for a moment and said with some embarrassment: "During the old man's birthday, some unpleasant things happened to us, but you have to know that aunt is very optimistic about you. Aunt made delicious food. Come to aunt's house to eat tonight.
Chapter completed!