Wu Qiyi and the others had thought you would say something important, but you ended up saying such a line without any apparent reason, rendering them speechless.
"Uh... yes," Zong Wangyue also wiped the sweat from his forehead. There was really no helping it. It was just his nature; ordinary women, just one would never be enough for him.
"Those two women, are they students, or professionals from society?"
You spoke very covertly. Zong Wangyue looked at the two women on the bed who were starting to regain consciousness and said with a smile, "Professionals."
"Since that’s the case, think of a way to have them leave some blood. Not much is needed, just enough for drawing two talismans," you paused before continuing, "I will send you the two talismans through a picture. Have these two women use their blood to draw the talismans on your chest and back. That should be able to buffer the Taoist’s talisman paper."
After saying that, you hung up the phone and turned to Xiao Feng, "Madman, fifteen minutes to Yaojiang Hotel!"
"Leave it to me, bro!"
After speaking, the four of you rushed to the parking lot. As you got into the car, you noticed two more people enter the back seat. Turning around, you realized Wu Qiyi and Xi Yu had also gotten in.
"What are you doing?" you asked, surprised.
Wu Qiyi stared at you and asked, "This matter has something to do with me, doesn’t it?"
"Then take us with you!"
You and Xiao Feng exchanged glances, and the latter immediately commanded, "Buckle up!"
You floored the accelerator, and the car shot out.
Meanwhile, Zong Wangyue was listening intently against the wall, occasionally hearing screams and pleas for mercy from the women next door.
Though Zong Wangyue was neither good-looking nor slim, he still had a sense of justice, and ever since he was young, he hated men who hit women the most; he couldn’t stand to hear the women’s screams.
If it wasn’t because this matter involved Wu Qiyi, he probably would have rushed over there by now.
"How much longer?" He glanced down at the clock, "Crap! It’s only been three minutes? It feels like it’s been thirty years to me!"
Zong Wangyue turned around resentfully, and at that moment, the two women who had been fast asleep finally came to.
At the same time, another scream came from next door!
Seeing the two drowsy women, Zong Wangyue steeled himself and exclaimed, "I can’t stand it anymore! Kill and set fires, and you get a golden belt; build bridges and roads, and you get no remains! Everything must be fought for!"
Zong Wangyue walked toward the two women with a smile on his face, "Ladies, did you enjoy last night?"
The women didn’t find Zong Wangyue’s fat figure disgusting but rather a bit cute, of course, what was cute was his personality and his skills.
"Young master Zong, you seem full of energy. Are you planning to play again?"
"No, no, the places you worked on last night are still sore."
Zong Wangyue pulled the two women into his arms, laughing, "Would you like to earn some extra money?"
"What extra money?" one woman asked.
Just then, another scream came from next door!
"Wh-what’s going on next door?" A woman suddenly trembled, as if recalling some unpleasant memories.
Zong Wangyue had a keen ability to observe and interpret people’s reactions. When he heard the screams, both women’s faces showed expressions of empathy, and they clung tightly to Zong Wangyue.
Seizing the opportunity, Zong Wangyue said to the women, "You heard that too, didn’t you? There’s a pervert next door torturing two innocent girls. Now, your young master is about to go and torture him back. Are you going to help or not?"
The two women exchanged a glance, fear clear in their eyes.
"Don’t worry. I won’t make you do it. Just help me out, and you’ll get fifty thousand each."
"Fifty thousand?" The women looked at each other, and the slightly older one asked tremblingly, "Young Master Zong, what exactly do you want us to do?"
"I need your blood," Zong Wangyue said with an innocuous expression.
The women immediately backed away, looking at Zong Wangyue with terrified eyes.
"Oh, you’ve got it all wrong. I just need you to bite your fingertips and draw a couple of talismans on me."
Zong Wangyue then showed the mobile phone image you had sent, and after much persuasion, along with the intermittent screams from next door, the women steeled themselves and bit their fingers.
The two talismans they had to draw were much larger than those on the talisman paper. Still, the talismans were only drawn on, not using much blood, and the women quickly completed them as shown in the image.
Zong Wangyue checked the mirror in the bathroom, found it satisfactory, and finally put his clothes back on.
At that moment, the door next door opened again as a woman ran over to knock on his door, shouting as she banged, "Help, help! Someone save us!"
Zong Wangyue rushed forward and flung open the door!
It was a shocking sight!
This was Zong Wangyue’s first impression upon seeing the woman in front of him.
He always thought he had a strong stomach, but he had never imagined the old pervert next door could be so brutal!
The woman before him was covered in wounds. There was hardly an inch of unmarred skin on her body, marked everywhere by the traces of ropes, the thin fabric of her clothes stained with blood.
"You wretched woman, where do you think you’re running off to!" At that moment, a man, shirtless and sporting a goatee, emerged from the neighboring room. He wrapped an odd rope around the woman’s neck, looked coldly at Zong Wangyue, and said, "Kid, don’t meddle in business that isn’t yours, or the Taoist will make you regret being born into this world!"
The man glanced disdainfully at Zong Wangyue and dragged the woman toward the next room with the rope.
Zong Wangyue was momentarily stunned, but then he saw the desperation in the eyes of the woman being dragged into the room.
Zong Wangyue roared with rage and charged forward, kicking vehemently at the man!
His angry kick was so powerful that the man plunged onto the cold floor.
Under the woman’s astonished gaze, Zong Wangyue’s hefty body of at least 160 pounds forcefully pressed down on the man’s back while his fists violently hammered at the back of the man’s head.
But as the man hit the floor, he had already shielded his head with his hands and suddenly twisted around, throwing a punch at Zong Wangyue’s face.
Zong Wangyue, who lacked exercise, was struck on the head, felt as though his head was filled with gongs and drums, and was dazed by the blow before being forcefully shoved away by the man.
As Zong Wangyue fell, the man reached for the long travel bag and pulled out a Peach Wood Sword and a stack of Yellow talisman paper.
"Kid, you’re asking for death!"