He said this in an understatement, with a smile in his voice, and there was obviously no threat.

But it makes people feel the pressure of death.

He said, that can be done.

Nie Yi was shocked and followed him out: "Yunshen, you..."

He couldn't finish what he said next.

Fu Yunshen didn't drive. He took out a dark blue helmet and put it on before driving a motorcycle at the door.

This is a Suzuki GSX-R1000, with a speed of up to 289km per hour, which is faster than ordinary cars.

Especially with the addition of floating double discs, the braking ability is very strong.

Nie Yi couldn't say another word yet.

With a "rumbling" sound, the motorcycle had already sped away.

Within a few seconds, he disappeared.

Nie Yi frowned, took out his cell phone, and made a call.

On the other end of the phone, the fourth captain looked serious: "Boss?"

Nie Yi's voice deepened: "Get the car ready and go to the fifth house immediately."

Nie Yi rarely spoke in this tone, and the fourth captain instantly realized that something urgent was happening.

"Boss, go right now."

Nie Yi slowly exhaled and pinched his eyebrows.

The Imperial Capital has become increasingly turbulent in the past two years.

**

The fifth house.

Ancestral home.

West courtyard.

Several servants looked cold: "Go in, don't let the second master wait."

Ying Zijin raised his head, took a look at the courtyard, and lowered his eyelashes.

Then, she followed the servants into the house on the right.

The ancestral house of the fifth family still retains the architecture from the Ming Dynasty, but the things used in the house are modern.

There are computers and air conditioning.

"Wait, Mo'er will be back soon." Wuwuhui said calmly, "Don't even think about running away. If you leave, I will use Wuyue to block you."

"Use me to ward off disaster -" Ying Zijin coughed twice, "You can try to see if your daughter has that fate."

"I don't know if my daughter will survive." Wuhui said condescendingly, "You will die, I can be sure."

Ying Zijin looked at the handcuffs on her wrists and the blood seeping out: "You are still using the method that the Fifth Young Master came up with."

Upon hearing this name, Wuhui's eyebrows jumped sharply, and his expression changed: "What do you know?"

The fifth young man is his ancestor.

They have been dead for three hundred years.

But this method of preventing disasters was indeed passed down by his ancestors.

When he was entering Taoism, his father also asked another person with the talent of divination to ward off disasters for him.

Therefore, he has none of the five disadvantages and three shortcomings.

He will not be punished for spying on the secrets of heaven.

Wuhui didn't want Wumo to be troubled by the five disadvantages and three deficiencies, so he had already thought about finding someone to help her avoid disasters.

It's a pity that after searching for so long, I still can't find it.

If Wu Yue hadn't brought an outsider back today, he would have planned to directly use someone from the Fifth Family.

"Of course I know." Ying Zijin's tone was still calm, "I also know that he wanted to use my apprentice to prevent disaster."

She had an impression of Wu Shaoqing because of Wu Shaoxian.

Just as there is evil among hypnotists, there is also evil among fortune tellers.

It's just that she was too lazy to mind other people's business at the time and didn't find out where Fifth Shaoqing got this method from.

Wuhui's expression changed again and again, and he sneered: "Nonsense!"

He went crazy after watching this girl's movie, and she was talking nonsense.

Still a disciple?

Then he is the founder of the fifth family.

Fifth Hui was completely impatient. He stood up, raised his hand and clasped the girl's shoulders, and said to the servant beside him: "Bring the gold wire."

The servant quickly took it out of the cabinet and handed over a coil of golden silk thread.

"Have you seen this? But you don't recognize it either." Wuhui took it and sneered, "Now, I'm going to use this gold thread to penetrate several important acupuncture points on your body."

As he spoke, he took out one, shook his head, and said with utmost contempt: "What a pity, you don't even have the ability to resist me."

"Yes, I said it too." Ying Zijin looked at the golden thread indifferently, his phoenix eyes even slightly twitching, showing his clear and graceful appearance, "If you use me to prevent disasters, your daughter will die."

"Are you still being stubborn?" Wuhui sneered again, "I'm going to kill you first today!"

He tightened his grip on the girl's shoulder, and held the gold wire in his other hand, about to pass through an acupuncture point on her shoulder.

But the closed door was kicked open at this moment.

Wuhui's hand trembled and he turned around suddenly: "Who? Who dares..."

He couldn't say the rest of it at all.

Something cold touched his forehead.

That's a gun.

Wuhui's body trembled, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He is just a fortune teller, not an ancient warrior.

Not to mention hot weapons, even cold weapons like swords will hurt him if they get on them.

Only a few elders in the ancient martial arts world can practice to the level of being invulnerable to swords.

How could someone break into the ancestral home of the fifth family with a gun?!

How did they get in?

The man holding the gun was Yun Shan who came with him.

Following Fu Yunshen's instructions, he controlled Wuhui: "Who are you going to kill today?"

Ying Zijin took a slow breath and then raised his head. His face was still very pale and his voice was very soft: "You're here."

As if she had found some support, her body relaxed.

As soon as he relaxed like this, the strength he had previously held up was also relieved, and he fell into coma instantly.

Fu Yun's eyes changed deeply, and he hugged her before she fell down, and his arms suddenly tightened.

It's not like he's never seen her weak before.

The last time she treated Mr. Fu, she was so weak that she fell into coma.

But this was the first time he saw such weakness.

Fu Yunshen raised his hand and wiped away the blood on her wrist bit by bit, leaving nothing but ice in his peach blossom eyes.

But he didn't look at Wuhui. He wrapped Ying Zijin in his coat and walked out of the door.

The huge air pressure also dissipated, and Wuhui collapsed on the ground.

By the time he reacted, his whole body was soaked in cold sweat.

So, who is that person?

He wanted to move, but the cold muzzle of the gun was still pressed against his forehead.

Wuhui believed that if he dared to resist, he would definitely be destroyed.

"If you dare to touch Miss Ying, you will risk your life." Yunshan sneered, "Kneel down, if Miss Ying suffers any loss, even your ten lives are not enough to compensate!"

**

Ten minutes later, footsteps sounded again.

Some people have gone and come back.

When Wuhui heard this voice, he couldn't help but tremble and his body trembled.
To be continued...