The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

Shi Yuxing and the others were so frightened that their faces turned pale, and they took two steps back, "Fuck! Miss Luo, can you see ghosts and talk to ghosts?!"

"What's all the fuss about? You've been in the tomb for half your life, haven't you seen too many things that don't make sense?" Luo Liyan rolled her eyes angrily.

Those people were stunned for a moment, and no one dared to accept her words.

In fact, they really wanted to say that they had seen a lot of unexplainable things, but she was so calm-faced and could communicate calmly. Not to mention that they had never seen her before, even on the whole road, that was unheard of.

Luo Liyan moved her eyes to Huo Zhishan, then stretched out her hand, "Hand over whatever you took. We will put it back now, otherwise no one will be able to leave."

"Who are you? Why do you ask me to hand over my things?" Huo Zhishan asked in a hoarse voice.

"Just because I saved your life." Luo Liyan was so impressed by his behavior of asking for money rather than life.

I have been trapped in the tomb passage for so many days, with no hope of living at all, and now I am still thinking about the bright weapon.

"Since you can find me, you must be able to rescue me. As long as you rescue me, I can give you a share." Huo Zhishan still refused to compromise.

Yi Zehao didn't like a man talking so much nonsense to his little queen, but now seeing his attitude being so bad, his whole body's aura suddenly dropped.

This made those people couldn't help but look at him, wanting to persuade him to calm down, but they found that none of them seemed to have had any communication with this Yi Zehao from the time they met until now.

I was afraid that if they asked for mercy, not only would they not ease the atmosphere, but they would involve themselves, I could only purse my lips and look at Luo Liyan with a pleading expression, hoping that she could calm down the man next to her.

However, Luo Liyan was also so angry at Huo Zhishan's behavior of asking for money but not life that her head hurt. How could she try to persuade Yi Zehao.

"Give me a share? In order to save you, your father used up a huge favor left by your grandfather, so I fought to save you. I thought it was to invite these people behind me, they all spent more than 200 Wan, how much do you think your share of me is worth?" Luo Liyan asked with a sneer.

Huo Zhishan's expression suddenly became very ugly.

What he brought out was just one thing. If he had the chance to sell it, he would certainly be able to split the more than 2 million.

But more than 2 million must be divided... Huo Zhishan thought about it, and felt so painful that he wanted to kill someone and silence him.

He held the knife tightly, thinking that his movements were secretive, but they were clearly seen by Luo Liyan and Yi Zehao.

Luo Liyan shook her head helplessly, then retreated behind Yi Zehao, gently tugging on his sleeve, "You handle it, just leave him alive."

"Yes." Yi Zehao held the soft and smooth hand with his backhand, and the murderous intention in his heart gradually dissipated.

"Do you want to die or live?" He looked at Huo Zhishan coldly and asked simply and rudely.

Huo Zhishan's expression became very ugly.

Although he is only in his thirties, he became the powerful Pankou Shaodong before he was twenty years old. He has been fighting for ten years, and no one has ever dared to talk to him like this.

If he hadn't been hungry for two or three days and now completely exhausted, how could he...