The Talisman That Sprouted Chains

"Hey, hey, she came to help you too, sir, sir, sir." Huang Yaozu kept trying to dissuade him, but he did not dare touch the old man. Deep down, he had already understood the situation.

He had also noticed that something was wrong with the old man, but he did not dare expose it.

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it, I don't believe it! I don't believe it!" the old man roared as he walked to the center of the hall and continued forward. "I won't let her come here and cause trouble."

The strange occurrences in this theater had previously been confined to the middle of the hall.

This time, however, the real estate agent saw that even the scaffolding and tools by the entrance had all toppled neatly to the ground.

By then, the old man had already rushed past the center of the hall.

His body suddenly floated into the air. Black mist formed from resentment spread out from within him, taking on a phantom shape as it drifted toward the real estate agent.

Li Guoqiang abruptly leaped aside, then fell onto the ground from the momentum.

The black mist contracted into a single stream and shot into the real estate agent's startled, open mouth.

The woman's body instantly stiffened.

"Run!" Huang Yaozu shouted as he tried to chase after them, only to be pinned beneath a wooden frame.

The real estate agent's eyes suddenly turned a ghastly white. Her face was full of hatred, cold air radiating from her entire body as she walked step by step toward Li Guoqiang.

Li Guoqiang lay on the ground, frozen in terror. He hurriedly drew his gun and aimed it at the woman's forehead.

But faced with the woman who had been smiling and chatting with him