"Who are you?" Wan Zihuai looked wary.

"The person who invited you here." Meng Zezhi was calm.

Wan Zihuai suddenly remembered what happened just now, and for the sake of it, how could he not know that he was being calculated, his pupils shrank: "You arranged that local tyrant female fan?"

"To be precise," Meng Zezhi took a sip of the coffee before he got up: "The entire fan pick-up event, including your ability to enter the "Distant Mountain" crew, is all from my handwriting."

"Who the hell are you?" Wan Zihuai's scalp felt numb, thinking that he was not under Meng Zezhi's surveillance all the time.

"Don't be afraid," Meng Zezhi put down the coffee cup in his hand: "This is just my dream. Please come here, mainly because I want to talk to you."

Hearing the word 'dreamland', and looking at Meng Zezhi's calm expression, although he vaguely sensed that the other party might not endanger his life, his tense nerves still did not dare to relax.

"What's your purpose in doing this?"

"Just to protect yourself." Meng Zezhi looked up at him.

"Self-defense?" Wan Zihuai looked incredulous.

Meng Zezhi said, "Don't look at my clothes, I'm actually a Taoist priest."

Taoist priest?

Wan Zihuai's breathing stagnated, and a strong unease rose in his heart.

Sure enough, the next moment, I heard Meng Zezhi say, "So, I know your origin, including the origin of the century-old ghost beside you."

"At the beginning of April, you went to the audition for the casting of the new drama "Gong Lue", a popular IP drama in ancient costume. Playing the leading role, after having been in contact with you for a period of time, I was surprised by your talent and hard work, and had a good impression of you."

"Li Wenhuan was inevitably jealous, so when Zheng Bingren was filming, he broke the coercion hanging from Zheng Bingren's body, causing Zheng Bingren to fall from a two-story building, breaking his right leg, and being taken by Forced to withdraw from the set."

"Two months ago, in order to please you, Li Wenhuan killed He Mingyuan (a scumbag) and murdered you He Mingyuan and Wan Ziqing (Wan Zihuai's half-sister). He stabbed it out, causing an uproar among netizens. In order to prevent the stock from continuing to fall, He Mingyuan's brokerage company had to wash it for him, and then poured dirty water on you."

"Doing bad things with good intentions, Li Wenhuan got angry and dispatched his subordinates to kill the manager of the brokerage company to vent his anger... I'm right, Mr. Wan!"

One sentence, Mr. Wan, defeated the last fluke in Wan Zihuai's heart. With a solemn face, he said in a deep voice, "What do you want to say?"

Meng Zezhi said lightly: "My surname is Xie, I am from Shanghai and Guangzhou, I think Mr. Wan has heard of me."

Wan Zihuai's face changed slightly.

"The manager of the agency Li Wenhuan wants to get rid of, Han Daqin, is my lover's friend, your dead stepmother is my ex-girlfriend, and Wan Ziqing is my son Xie Bowen's half-sister. Li Wenhuan sent out to kill Han Daqin. The female ghost in red was eliminated by me."

Wan Zihuai's eyes were even more wary.

Meng Zezhi saw it in his eyes and chuckled, "You are very supportive of Li Wenhuan!"

Wan Zihuai couldn't understand what Meng Zezhi was thinking, so he paused: "Wen Huan is my lover."

"Love? It seems that Li Wenhuan's position in your heart is indeed extraordinary." Meng Zezhi looked at him and sneered, "Then you must not know two things."

"whats the matter?"

"For example, how did Lu Huaijin die?" Meng Zezhi's eyes were deep and pressing.

"What?" Wan Zihuai frowned slightly.

"Do you still remember the pothole in the back mountain of Gejia Village?" Meng Zezhi asked.

Wan Zihuai was silent for a while: "Remember."

That was where he was reborn, and where Li Wenhuan entangled him.

"Li Wenhuan was suppressed in that pothole, and he used Devil May Cry Array," Meng Zezhi paused, "It doesn't matter if you don't know what Devil May Cry Array is, you just need to know that the only contact with Devil May Cry Array is. The way is to sacrifice the blood and blood of the close relatives and the soul as sacrifices."

"After the hunting team of Gejia Village broke into the pothole, they mistakenly thought it was an ancient tomb, so they became greedy and exploded the sarcophagus with explosives, and released Li Wenhuan. In order to escape the bondage of the formation, Li Wenhuan used the hunting team for thirty Several members of the team were held hostage, and the village chief of Gejia Village was threatened with compensation for his daughter-in-law."

"Then Lu Huaijin died, and his soul was scattered. I don't need to explain the relationship in detail!"

Wan Zi's face turned pale.

"His front foot just died, perhaps because you and his birth date are the same, your back foot entered his body by accident and was reborn. After you went down the mountain, there were more than 30 young men in the Gejia Village hunting team. , the sick, the paralyzed, the dead, leaving a bunch of old and young women and children lingering on."

Wan Zihuai clenched his hands into fists. He bit the corner of his lips and took a deep breath: "I will check what you said."

It wasn't that he didn't believe Meng Zezhi's words. In the final analysis, he didn't mind Li Wenhuan's past. After all, Li Wenhuan had 'improved' now.

When his ten thousand sons died, he wished that his enemies would be ruined and disgraced, and that he could not die, so that the hatred in his heart could be easily relieved.

But Lu Huaijin was dead, and the young man of Gejiacun's hunting team was dead. In the face of fellow murderer Li Wenhuan, even if he didn't save others by himself, he should stay away. In the past, Wan Zihuai didn't know about it, but now he knows, but his heart is still towards Li Wenhuan.

Can love really confuse people to such a degree?

A faint sarcasm flashed in Meng Zezhi's eyes. Although people's hearts are biased, if the three views are biased, it will be a bit disgusting.

After all, a murderer and a prisoner are two different concepts. The former is at large, while the latter has been punished by the law.

Ordinary people may accept that you are with a released prisoner, but you dare to find a murderer to try!

However, Meng Zezhi didn't come here to reason with Wan Zihuai.

He added: "For example, why are you still alive now!"

Wan Zihuai suddenly looked at Meng Zezhi, and his voice was a bit cold: "What do you mean?"

"People belong to yang, ghosts belong to yin, even if people and ghosts are under the same roof, there is a danger of yin evil entering the body. Died, let alone you who have already performed the ceremony of Duke Zhou with Li Wenhuan—"

Hearing this, Wan Zihuai's face turned green for a while, and it was very lively, but he didn't know if he was ashamed or annoyed.

"After your rebirth, anyone who has come into contact with you, who has loved you or who has offended you, either suffers from serious or minor illnesses, or is extremely unlucky, and encounters a life-threatening calamity every once in a while, do you know why? ?" Meng Zezhi asked.

Wan Zihuai had a vague guess in his heart.

"Zheng Bingren and Chen Tianhou were the first to have an accident. It happened in mid-June, because they were planted with corpse worms, and the corpse worms would continue to devour their hosts' anger and replenish them. Last month At the beginning of the month, Zheng Bingren had a car accident, I went to see it, and then I helped them pull out the corpse worms. If they were exhausted for a few days at night, maybe it wasn't you Wan who was trending on Weibo. Zihuai, but their obituaries."

Wan Zihuai's face turned pale again.

He remembered that in mid-June, he said he didn't like Li Wenhuan's cold touch, and Li Wenhuan's body became warm the next day. It was also at the beginning of last month, when he and Li Wenhuan were doing that, Li Wenhuan's body suddenly cooled down...

"In the past month or so, Li Wenhuan should have been in close contact with you. You can imagine how many innocent people have become victims of your love."

"No, it's impossible—" Wan Zi was terrified, as long as he thought that every intimate contact between him and Li Wenhuan was based on the lives of innocent people, his belly swelled like boiling water.

To put it bluntly, he is also an ordinary person.

What made him even more angry was that Li Wenhuan lied to him.

"It is true that Li Wenhuan has helped you solve a lot of troubles, but depending on your own abilities, you may not be able to reach the heights of your previous life. Do you want to live in a psychological shadow for the rest of your life? In other words, you can still be with Li Wenhuan calmly. Is it?" Meng Zezhi said, "I can help you."

Wan Zihuai raised his head suddenly, in surprise.

Only Meng Zezhi said in a cold voice, "Kill your life to pay for your life, and pay your debts to pay your debts."

Wan Zihuai stared slightly, her breath unsteady: "You, are you going to kill Wen Huan?"

"As soon as he dies, you will be relieved. You forgot, how did Li Wenhuan force you before?" Meng Zezhi said to himself, "I've talked to you so much, I just wanted to ask you for a favor, Jin. In the middle of the box, there is a packet of medicine, colorless and odorless. If you try to make Li Wenhuan eat it, the medicine will block the flow of energy in his body and reduce his strength to the greatest extent. too much."

"To tell the truth, people and ghosts have different paths, you are still young, and the future is infinite. Don't let Li Wenhuan delay you."

For a moment, Wan Zihuai was moved, as if thinking of something, and asked, "If I help you, can you help me wash the black material off my body?"

He was talking about the dirty water that the brokerage company had poured on him to stop the stock from falling further.

"I'm afraid not, because of this incident, the brokerage company has lost 500 million in market value, and it has not recovered yet." Meng Zezhi paused: "However, I can help you avenge, He Mingyuan (scumbag) is dead , isn't Wan Ziqing still alive? I can also ask Han Daqin to send you a road to Qingyun, as compensation for you, how?"

"I think about it, I think about it." Wan Zihuai was confused.

"You have one day to think about it, if it's later, I'm afraid Li Wenhuan will come to you." Meng Zezhi said, "Even if it's not for yourself, you should also think about those who died tragically."

Speaking of this, as if he noticed something, he said, "Okay, Li Wenhuan is back, you can go back too."

After he finished speaking, he unfolded his fan and gently fanned it in the direction of Wan Zihuai. Unpredictable, Wan Zihuai passed out.