The receptionist said without waiting for me to ask further: "Mr. Ma said that everyone who understands the inheritance of Feng Shui can understand it. If you don't understand, even if you say it, he will think you are fooling people."

Lin Zhao and I looked at each other and understood the meaning in each other's eyes.

On the surface, there are only a few schools of Feng Shui, and they can't escape form, principle, sacrifice and talisman. In fact, the main schools of Feng Shui basically do not participate in the disputes between techniques.

All Feng Shui masters have some evil spirits. A real Feng Shui master can not only kill people, but can even use Feng Shui formations to stop thousands of armies and kill ghosts and gods.

The school of Feng Shui Warlock is not known to ordinary people. Doesn’t Ma Chenglin’s unintentional words mean that he is a Feng Shui Warlock?

While the receptionist was talking, we were brought to a white wall. If I hadn't practiced my eye skills, I wouldn't have been able to tell that there was a secret door on that wall.

The receptionist introduced: "The invisible door is also designed by our Mr. Ma. We are the only one in the city who can make the invisible door so seamless."

This door is not seamless, but uses magic techniques. Now, I am absolutely sure that Ma Chenglin is a warlock.

The receptionist reached out and pressed the door twice on the wall: "Wait a moment, Mr. Ma. Sometimes Mr. Ma is too engrossed in his work and won't open the door when he hears the bell. He has to press it a few times."

I said in a calm voice: "Didn't you say that someone has already called you, Mr. Ma? Hasn't he heard it after so long?"

The receptionist also said: "Yes! I asked my colleagues to come over. Where did they go? Did they enter the studio?"

While the receptionist was talking, he rang the doorbell again: "Xiao Chen, Xiao Chen, are you in there?"

At that time, a figure suddenly appeared opposite the reception.

The eighth ghost that never appeared is here!

The eight ghosts surrounded the receptionist, with only a section of hair on the back of his head exposed. At first glance, it looked like a person with his back on his back, standing in the crowd of people facing forward.

When the eight ghost faces showed ferocious smiles to me and Lin Zhao, the receptionist suddenly said: "You have been following me for so long and you don't feel anything? Look at my clothes!"

Red!

I immediately realized that the receptionist was also wearing red clothes.

I really didn't notice this at first!

No! She is lying to me!

The receptionist was clearly a real person!

She is stalling for time!

When I reacted, Lin Zhao also moved. After Lin Zhao slapped the secret door with his palm, his palm firmly held the door like a suction cup.

Lin Zhao casually moved back and pulled the secret door off the wall. He pushed the door leaf with his palm and hit the man and eight ghosts.

I only heard a muffled sound, and I didn't know whether the door in Lin Zhao's hand hit a person or a ghost. I saw Lin Zhao pushing the door panel against the corridor wall at high speed.

After Lin Zhao took three steps in a row, the four sides of the door panel she pushed in her hand were folded down into a hand-width piece like origami. The originally flat door panel turned into a rectangle in the blink of an eye.

Something like a lid was fastened to the wall, both human and ghost.

Lin Zhao pressed the door panel with one hand, made seals with the other, and knocked on the wooden door one after another.

Under the door panel, ghosts were crying and wolves were howling, and green fire was everywhere around the door panel!

Lin Zhao made the door into a coffin - the real magic weapon of the Coffin Sect.

I saw that Lin Zhao had controlled the situation, and then I rushed into the studio.

I arrived a step too late and only saw two corpses in the studio.

Among them, there was a corpse wearing a suit, sitting upright on a chair. Although I had never seen that person, I could tell from his dress that he was an employee of a decoration company.

That person should be Xiao Chen, who was sent by the reception to find Ma Chenglin.

Opposite Xiao Chen, kneeling was a corpse with its face touching the ground. There was a palm-sized piece of scalp missing from the back of the corpse's head, and scarlet blood pooled under his face.

I took out the photo of Ma Chenglin I had taken from Sanbao Company from my pocket, walked up and opened the body and took a look. The other person's face was bloody and bloody, but I could still vaguely tell that this person was Ma Chenglin. Look at the soles of Xiao Chen's feet, which were still stained with blood.

Bloody hair.

Apparently, before Ma Chenglin died, he probably knelt in front of Xiao Chen and begged for his life. However, when Ma Chenglin was kowtowing, the other party slapped Ma Chenglin on the head, knocking him to the ground.

I stood up and walked over to Xiao Chen's body. I reached out and opened his eyelids. Although his pupils had dilated, there was still a trace of dark red in his eyes.

This is a sign that ghosts and gods have taken away the yang energy from the body.

Before I could let go, I saw a figure in red reflected in the eyes of the corpse.

When I stared at the back, the shadow slowly turned around in the eyes of the dead man, revealing half of his face. The next moment, the eyes of the corpse suddenly protruded half a point outward. I subconsciously moved back, and the corpse

His eyes then dropped.

By this time, the eyelids of the corpse could no longer cover its eyes. From a distance, it looked like the corpse was staring at me with half-closed eyes.
Chapter completed!