Chapter 577 Business Newspaper

Qin Yan also changed the topic knowingly and asked, "What are you going to do with the maps in the hands of Hao Chenang and Ge Xinglie?"

Gu Wuzhi said: "I believe that Hao Chenang is a reasonable person. I will talk to him about treasures in person."

"But Ge Xinglie doesn't seem to understand the reason."

"I will make him understand." Gu Wuzhi tweaked his beard, squinted his eyes, and said lightly, "It's time for me to appear behind the scenes for so long."

When speaking, the self-contained and proud taste was like the emperor accepting the worship of the people.

Qin Yan was silent for a moment and said, "The younger generation has another question."

"What?"

"Isn't it too late to debut now?"

Qin Yan suddenly raised his head, and his eyes shot an amazing light, which shot into his pupils when Gu Wuzhi was caught off guard.

The focus of Gu Wuzhi's eyes was suddenly lax, and before he could react, he fell into the deepest nightmare.

Qin Yan's eyes are as deep as an abyss, and his pupils emit endless attraction like a whirlpool, involving the soul of the old poison and falling into an unconscious void world.

After a moment of trance, the deep dark curtain rushed to the sky and earth, swallowed him up in a blink of an eye, and drifted away from the world in an instant. When Gu Wuzhi came to his senses, he found that he had fallen into a completely different world. He could not hear any sound, could not see any color, and the abyss and dome extending to the end of his vision were only a silent and cold darkness.

silent, without any light, even the upper and lower left and right directions are confused, only a boundless silent darkness, as if to absorb and digest his soul into a part of this void.

It was not until then that he finally realized that he was in the illusion!

In this lifeless world, the speed of thinking has been stagnated extremely slowly. He does not have panic and fear, and has gradually been swallowed up by numbness.

Qin Yan's mouth picked up a ferocious smile: Old poison, you have harmed countless people, so let you taste the most vicious way to die! Go to hell!

The ancient breath gradually became turbid.

In the lightless, silent, tasteless and unconscious darkness, hallucinations appeared in front of him again. The illusion in the fantasy is a mottled and chaotic color. The bright and dark lines twist and dance in the void, entangled and coiled, turning into a noose and hooked to his neck...

The five senses are gradually lost, leaving only the last bit of thinking ability, and letting him know his existence. Unfortunately, even the last bit of inspiration gradually became numb and stagnant.

No matter how many treacherous and vicious plans are hidden in Gu Wuzhi's heart, for an old man, this completely dead space is a nightmare that he can't wake up. The fire of his weak soul is as helpless as a baby in this boundless darkness.

After the extreme silence, hallucinations came again. This time, he could no longer suppress it. He saw one face after another, one picture after another, from birth to the end, from ignorance to maturity, to deep, to treacherous. He saw the death of his relatives and the countless lives he had killed. Now he reappeared, turning into a fierce ghost who asked for his life and rushed ferociously.

The passage of hell has been opened, and there is an evil spirit that opens its eyes and smiles. It is the ghost he killed in the past and is playing a sad elegy for him...

The shaky fire of the soul was completely extinguished by this cold wind.

In reality, the muscles on Gu Wuzhi's face began to twitch, his eyes bulged as if they were about to jump out of his eyes, and there was a strange cry in his mouth. A face was twisted to look like alike, and his blood vessels bulged ferociously.

At the same time, a stream of purple blood overflowed from the corners of his lips, which was forced by the last breath of turbidity--

Then he died, and the last fear and madness remained on his ugly and twisted face. That's the karma he committed in his life.

After Qin Yan's mind quietly explored and confirmed that Gu Wuzhi had completely lost his vitality, he closed his eyes and took a long breath.

Although the old poison is the remnants of the wind and candle, its spiritual toughness exceeded Qin Yan's expectations. In order to kill him, Qin Yan himself also lost a lot of spirit. Now if there is a bed next to him, he just wants to climb up and sleep.

However, it was not completely over. The bullet star may still be peeping secretly. He did not dare to relax his vigilance. After closing his eyes and breathing, he went to the old poison and searched his body.

There is a map on the old poison, which is basically something he has determined.

He took off the clothes on the body and found a yellow scroll. He grabbed the scroll in the air, put it in front of him, and thought to himself: 'Do you want to open it? With the conceit of the old poison, I certainly never thought that the map would fall into other people's hands. It should not be poisoned, right? But I'm not sure, the mind of the old poison is very difficult to guess...'

When he was still hesitating, he saw the scroll slowly pull down, as if to show a picture in front of Qin Yan.

Qin Yan was shocked and shouted secretly. He waved his hand and toss the scroll out. But at this time, it was too late. I only heard a sound, and a yellow smoke came out, spraying more than three feet away, shooting directly at Qin Yan's door.

"Damn it!"

After Qin Yan shouted these two words, he had fallen down.

The scroll was thrown out by him before that, but the little smoke that was sucked in was enough to kill people.

The old poison really can't be touched. Even after death, he gave him such a trick to drag him to hell.

The poisonous gas penetrated into Qin Yan's nostrils and went down the trachea, burning like a fire, sealing his breathing.

Now the boat is going to capp in the sewer!

'I'm so stupid, really. I know that it is impossible for the old poison not to do tricks on the map, but I still have a fluke... The old poison may be used to throw a scroll to save his life at a critical time, but it has killed me...'

Everyone knows that ancient things can't be touched, but if they don't touch them, they will be poisoned. I'm afraid it's difficult for immortals to beware!

Qin Yan lay upright next to Gu Wuzhi, and his face has slowly swollen, but his mind is still very clear.

He can only expect that when the blood stabilizes the toxin, no one should come. Otherwise, the life of the chief disciple of the Demon Sect will probably be here today.

Unfortunately, his prayers did not come true.

A figure suddenly appeared on the opposite wall. Even under the bright moonlight, the man was shrouded in an unbreakable shadow. With Qin Yan's eyesight, he can't see through his true face. But a name has intuitively appeared in his heart: Blame Star!

The bullet criticized the star for not disguising himself this time. He appeared with his true face, although hidden in the shadow.

He was condescending and coldly looked down at Qin Yan, who was motionless on the ground, but did not move for a moment.

He is worried about Qin Yan's counterattack before his death.

It would be abnormal for a cautious and death-threwry person like Dan criticizing Xing to kill Qin Yan as soon as he comes out.

He just stared at Qin Yan, as if he had seen delicious food, with a sneer in his mouth.

When Qin Yan heard this laughter, he was disgusted and creepy. If he hadn't opened his mouth, he would have cursed now.

But now he can only stare back with colder eyes.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and suddenly an invisible ripple shook, and a sharp cry sounded in Qin Yan's ear, like a sea monster roaring in the depths of the endless ocean in the storm. Qin Yan's eyes turned black, and then he realized that he was attacked by the bomb criticizing star and pulled into the fantasy.