Chapter 100: Father Wang's Mystic Eyes of Death Perception

Wang Ling rarely took the initiative to make friends. True Lord Throwing Thunder should be considered one of the few friends Wang Ling made until he was sixteen years old.

There is Wang Ling's subjective favorable impression of True Lord Throwing Thunder. For example, this true king has a strong sense of justice all year round, and the spirit of seeking death by shouting to drive away evil spirits whenever he disagrees, and coming to the door with a knife to actively seek trouble; there are also some more mysterious things... For example, what cultivators often say Immortality.

Wang Ling once calculated the immortal destiny between himself and True Lord Throwing Thunder, and the compatibility of the immortal destiny was as high as 70%! This was one of the main reasons why Wang Ling recognized True Lord Throwing Thunder.

However, even though the compatibility of immortality was as high as 70%, Wang Ling still could not escape the fate of being cheated by True Lord Throwing Thunder.

As the saying goes, good friends are for cheating, and good brothers are for selling... Wang Ling felt that this was not true at all.

Ever since Wang Ling was tricked into becoming the Taoist advisor to Old Man Li and his gang by the Throwing Thunder Lord three years ago, his contact with the Throwing Thunder Lord has become less frequent. Unexpectedly, this time because of the Stone Ghost Face, Wang Ling would have some kind of connection with True Lord Throwing Thunder.

Wang Ling felt that this was the impediment of the legendary fairy fate...

Or, it can also be said that evil fate is causing trouble...

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After agreeing on a time with Lord Throwing Thunder, the doorbell of the Wang family villa rang at an inappropriate time.

Wang Ling used his spiritual sense to sense it and immediately knew that the two men in sunglasses and suits from Shanshui Manor were here again...

And, this time, the "sincerity" brought by the man in the suit is no longer the narrow suitcase, but a huge trolley suitcase that can hold an adult...

The two men in suits consciously put on their shoe covers at the door, and then bowed deeply to Father Wang who came to open the door: "Hello, Mr. Wang!"

Father Wang, on the other hand, was deeply shocked by the trolley suitcase in front of him: "..."

If it were all cash, it would be at least 30 million...

"After the friendly negotiation with Mr. Wang last time, after we went back, the owner of the village gave us a lesson. So this time, we negotiated with Mr. Wang again with more sincerity than last time. "The two men in suits showed professional smiles, which seemed to be a bit superficial, and Father Wang couldn't help but tremble.

At the same time, Father Wang also noticed a problem, that is, this time the two men in suits came with swords. It was hung around the waist, flickering, making Father Wang a little concerned.

Father Wang glanced in the direction of Wang Ling's bedroom. At this time, the telepathy between father and son was tacit. He knew very well that Wang Ling must have noticed it. He has no worries about what these two men in suits with swords will do to him.

"Mr. Wang, can we go in and talk?"

"Well...come in." Father Wang made an invitation.

After the last visit, the two men in suits were already familiar with the layout of the Wang family's small villa. They dragged the suitcase to the sofa in the living room, put away the trolley of the suitcase, and then flattened the suitcase...

Seeing that the box was about to be opened, Father Wang quickly winked at Mother Wang and pulled the old man who was watching TV upstairs. The old man loves to think a lot. Seeing such a wad of cash, even Father Wang himself can't help but get restless... So Father Wang is very worried that the old man's Alzheimer's disease has not been taken seriously yet, and it has triggered a heart disease. .

The two men in suits were also very knowledgeable. They opened the box after Wang Ma helped the old man upstairs.

When the box was opened, the bundles of 10,000 yuan in cash spilled out and splattered all over the floor.

When Father Wang saw the stacks of bright red cash inside, his eyes couldn't help but jump. To be honest, this is the first time that Father Wang has had such a direct experience with so much money, except for seeing it in Zhao Dehan's private villa in the TV series.

"Here it is, 40 million." The man in the suit looked at Dad Wang: "Mr. Wang, how do you think we are sincere this time?"

Father Wang pursed his lips, but actually he felt a little moved in his heart. Anyway, to Father Wang, it is just a broken mask, and if it is sold, it will be sold. However, Father Wang also knew very well that the reason why Wang Ling guarded the mask and did not sell it must have his own concerns.

That's something even his own son, Wang Ling, is worried about...

Father Wang leaned on the sofa, crossed his legs, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and sprayed the smoke directly on the pile of money: "This mask belongs to my son, and my son has rested." No. I can’t make the decision.”

The two men in suits understood.

Father Wang's intention was already obvious, even though he used Wang Ling as a shield and politely refused. But what is revealed between the lines is three words: I don’t want to sell!

The two men in suits clenched their fists. One of the tall men in suits suddenly put his hands on the coffee table and looked directly at Dad Wang: "Mr. Wang, I hope you will think about it carefully. After all, you are just In an ordinary family, your wife is just a housewife and has no income. Your father has Alzheimer’s disease and it is difficult to guarantee his future life. In addition, your son is only in the foundation stage... and you, even though you are a popular person. Internet writers may not be able to earn so much money even if they work for half a lifetime, right?”

The man in suit's words were full of threats.

Wang Ling stood in the bedroom and heard every word clearly.

With the background of Shanshui Manor, a giant group that is not inferior to Huaguo Shuilian Group, it is definitely not difficult to investigate the family background of Wang family. And the father and son of the Wang family have already prepared for this.

Dad Wang pushed his black-framed glasses: "Can I understand this as coercion?"

"This stone ghost mask is a must-have for our manor owner, so I hope Mr. Wang can help him. I believe that no one else can afford such a high price except our Shanshui Manor." The tall man in a suit replied.

Then, the man smiled and grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist: "Of course, if Mr. Wang is stubborn, we don't mind using other means..."

The moment the man in the suit grasped the hilt of the sword, Dad Wang could already feel a spiritual pressure pressing on his shoulder. But soon, this sense of oppression disappeared, because almost at the moment when the man in the suit released the spiritual pressure, Wang Ling in the bedroom also dispersed a breath and attached to Dad Wang...

Then, the scene that made the two men in suits sweat profusely happened!

It was clearly just an ordinary middle-aged man in the Qi training stage, but what the two men in suits didn't expect was that the man's aura was actually rising. An overwhelming spiritual pressure suddenly countered and pressed down on the man in suits like a building collapsing.

Ouch! ?

Then, the two men felt their knees bent uncontrollably, and they couldn't even stand straight...

... This! How is this possible! ?

According to the data from the group's investigation, Wang Jiao's strength is only Qi training! How could he suppress the two of them in the late Jindan stage in an instant? Damn it! Liar! ... This guy must be a big guy in the Yuanying stage!

The two men in suits felt an unprecedented sense of oppression from Wang's father!

Wang's father's sight shot straight out from his black-framed glasses, like a pair of demonic eyes that could see through death, making the two men's legs go weak, and they fell to the ground bit by bit, even their black sunglasses broke directly...

Ten seconds later, the tall man in a suit spoke with difficulty: "...Brother, I was wrong! If you keep staring at me, I'm going to pee!"

On the other side, the shorter man in a suit wanted to cry but had no tears: "Fuck! I've already peed, what should I do!?"

Wang's father: "..."

Wang Ling: "..."