I'm Not a Theatre God

Chapter 565 Sacrifice

"This Mu Chunsheng is really cruel..."

In the meeting, Chen Ling, wearing a bright red costume, eavesdropped on everything that happened in the office and couldn't help sighing.

Chen Ling had some impression of Mu Chunsheng's son. He was a young man with a calm and elegant temperament, completely different from Li Ruohong. Every time Chen Ling saw him, he would quietly stand behind Mu Chunsheng, push his wheelchair, wipe his sweat, and help him, without any complaints.

In terms of identity, he was the prince of the Beidou Group, but he was rarely seen in the newspapers, and there was no gossip about his extravagance... In Chen Ling's impression, he was a silent filial son, acting as a crutch behind Mu Chunsheng.

And now, Mu Chunsheng hesitated for only two seconds before taking his life, sacrificing his own flesh and blood in exchange for a healthy body.

Calculating the time, Li Ruohong is almost there...

"Quick! Let me in!!"

Li Ruohong rushed to the door of the luxurious private house, ignoring the two security guards at the door, and ran in desperately.

At this moment, Chongqi was in Mu Chunsheng's office. Although there were security guards at the door, they still couldn't stop the crazy Li Ruohong. Because of his identity, they couldn't force him, so they could only chase him into the house.

"Master Ruohong! You can't go up!"

"Chairman Mu is meeting a guest, don't let anyone disturb him!"

"Damn it! If you don't let me go, everyone will die! Do you know what's going on now? Fuck!" Li Ruohong was completely furious. He didn't care about any rules at all. He rushed through the stairs with his head and rushed to the door of Mu Chunsheng's office.

He pushed the door with both hands and shouted at the same time:

"Uncle! Something big happened outside! We have been..."

Before Li Ruohong finished speaking, he saw the scene in front of him and suddenly froze in place.

In the dim office, the tiles were covered with shocking scarlet. Mu Haowen, covered in blood, was lying in the center of a strange formation drawn with blood, his head split in half. On the wheelchair stained with blood, an old face that seemed to be stitched together was silently overlooking the corpse at his feet.

Two figures in black robes stood on each side of the formation, seemingly preparing something. When they saw Li Ruohong suddenly rushing in, they were both surprised.

"Hao... Haowen..." Li Ruohong was stunned. He looked at the purgatory-like scene in front of him, as if he was dreaming.

Mu Chunsheng frowned, and he said angrily:

"Li Ruohong, what are you doing?"

Mu Chunsheng's anger made Li Ruohong shudder. He suddenly came to his senses and spoke hesitantly,

"Uncle... is [Fushenghui]! No, it's the police chief Wang Jincheng! He has known the details of these two people for a long time and has been secretly monitoring us for a long time!! Now the whole manor has been secretly surrounded by [Fushenghui] people, ready to catch us at any time!!"

"What did you say? ? ? "

Mu Chunsheng and the two Wuji Realm spies were all shocked, and the former immediately asked:

"Li Ruohong, are you sure? !"

"I'm sure! Of course I'm sure! He threatened me in front of me!" Li Ruohong stamped his feet anxiously, "He said there were too many people in the venue and he didn't want to make a big deal, so he asked me to come and tell him that if we give up resistance, he can give us a lighter punishment..."

At this moment, everyone's face changed completely, Feijia and Liuzhua looked at each other, their eyes were as cold as frost.

They knew very well that they must not fall into the hands of [Fushenghui], and it was even more impossible for them to give up resistance and surrender... If this place was really surrounded by [Fushenghui], it would be difficult for the two of them to break through the blockade and leave.

Mu Chunsheng noticed the solemnity of the two, and looked at the corpse on the ground again, and his heart was lifted.

"You two..."

"Chairman Mu, please rest assured." Feijia said in a deep voice, "No matter what, we will let you recover your health first... This is the promise of Wuji Realm to you. Even if we can't escape this time, there will be other people to contact you later. Please help us when the time comes."

Hearing that the two could continue to complete the ceremony, Mu Chunsheng was slightly relieved. He was afraid that he would kill his son, and then he would have an accident and couldn't recover his health. That would be extremely bad.

"You two, please rest assured, Mu will do what he said."

Mu Chunsheng turned his head and looked at Li Ruohong, "Don't worry about the rest, find a room next door and stay there, don't run anywhere."

"...Okay, okay."

Li Ruohong swallowed his saliva and left the room with a pale face. He didn't dare to ask Mu Haowen what happened. Even if he was as slow as he was, he could feel that something very secretive was happening in that room. If he meddled in other people's business, his end would probably be the same as Mu Haowen.

As Li Ruohong left, the door of the room closed again. Liu Zhua opened a corner of the curtain and glanced at the sky covered with dark clouds. His face was gloomy.

"【Floating Life Painting】... I want to see what these Qingshen Dao people are capable of."

"Hurry up." Fei Jia said in a deep voice, "Since they sent Li Ruohong to persuade us to surrender, it means that they don't want to make a big deal. As long as Li Ruohong doesn't appear in their sight, they should be able to delay for a while... before they completely lose patience and attack us, complete the ceremony."

Fei Jia took a deep breath and slowly pressed his palm on the blood-colored lines drawn on the ground. The lines composed of blood emitted a dark red light, covering the whole room with a layer of mysterious halo.

The deep and obscure murmurs, like the whispers of a demon, linger in every corner of the house.

The body of Mu Haowen lying on the ground was decomposed bit by bit in the red light, like an octopus made of flesh and blood, extending to Mu Chunsheng in the wheelchair...

The drizzle in the sky gradually stopped, and many guests had basically arrived on the moist and fresh grass.

The four major financial groups, various politicians, and top stars all gathered in the lively and luxurious venue at this moment, toasting and chatting...

A top female star under the Beidou Financial Group, wearing a white long dress, walked to the center of the stage of the venue with a smile. As she took the stage, the originally noisy and talking crowd gradually quieted down, and they knew that the birthday banquet was about to officially begin.

"Welcome everyone to Beidou Financial Group to attend the birthday party of our Chairman Mu. I am Pei Caicai, today's host..."

A voice as gentle as the spring breeze floated over the venue. In front of the stage, Huang Suyue, who had just entered the venue not long ago, held a goblet and looked around absent-mindedly, as if looking for something.

At the same time,

In the corridor, a person in red put down the intercom and walked straight to the venue in the breeze.

"Brother Lin, what are you going to do next?" Li Qingshan asked behind him.

Chen Ling looked up at the sky where the wind and clouds were stirring, and then glanced at the private house that was as quiet as dead water. A storm sweeping across the two realms was brewing in his pupils, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Next, it's time to sing a big show for them..."

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