A vicious supporting actor dressed as a widow

Qi Ming's eyes were fixed, he didn't expect the old man to invite him over, he pretended to be a coward in front of him without saying anything.

In just a few breaths, Qi Ming understood the old man's purpose.

The old man's eyes are the same as Zhao Yuanxin's, maybe it can be said that the old man's eyes are even stronger than Zhao Yuanxin's, and he can see through at a glance that the soul in Qi Ming's body is not original, that's why he asked this question.If Qi Ming panicked because of this, the old man would firmly hold the initiative.

Now that he already knew that there was a trap buried ahead, Qi Ming would not foolishly jump into it.

Isn't it just pretending to be aggressive, Qi Ming will not lose to others.

He snorted lightly, and said, "If you invited me here just to ask this question, then you don't have to." There was a bit of mockery in his tone, his eyes were flat, and he couldn't see a trace of panic that his history had been exposed .

The old man was stunned, and looked at Qi Ming again with his eyes like searchlights. After confirming that Qi Ming really didn't care whether his background was exposed or not, his expression tightened, and he immediately realized that he had made a bad move.

The young man in front of him was a young man, but he was not at all as easy to fool as a young man.

The old man squinted his eyes, and suddenly burst into a smile, the wrinkles on his face were crowded together, like a blooming chrysanthemum.

"Mr. Qi Mingqi, right?" The old man stood up with a smile, and compared to the sofa beside him, "Sit, why are you still standing?"

The enthusiasm of the attitude formed a strong contrast with the serious appearance a second ago, and the speed of changing his face was so fast that he probably couldn't keep up with turning over the book.

Before Qi Ming could sit down, the old man directed the butler in tuxedo, "Give Mr. Qi some tea, I want to have a candle-lit night chat with Mr. Qi."

The old man's transformation was so fast that Qi Ming didn't realize it for a while, but Zhao Yuanxin stepped forward and said to Qi Ming, "My grandfather was a professor at the China Academy of Film and Television. He taught drama all his life, and he also has a bit of drama himself. gone."

When Zhao Yuanxin said this, the expression on his face was indescribable.

Qi Ming raised his eyebrows, he was really a little surprised by the identity of the old man, and secretly complained in his heart, are all metaphysicians so highly educated?Song Kunlang's grandfather was also a university professor.

Tucao return to Tucao, Qi Ming did not stand in a stalemate with the old man, sat on the sofa, took the tea handed over by the butler, and pretended to be listening attentively.

The old man was straightforward this time, straight to the point: "I asked Yuan Xin to invite Mr. Qi over this time because I want to ask Mr. Qi for something."

The old man suppressed the smile on his face, and his tone sank a bit, "I believe Yuan Xin has told you about the specialness of our family, right? Our Zhao family used to have a very special status in the metaphysical world, because we have a pair of The Zhao family is proud of the eyes that can see the fate of others. But in the past few decades, our Zhao family has declined, and the reason is that there are fewer and fewer descendants with 'eyes of heaven'."

Having said that, the old man stopped, his eyes were far away, as if he was remembering something.

Qi Ming took a sip of tea, did not urge the old man to continue, his eyes were full of deep thoughts.

"You can probably guess the reason, why don't you tell me?" The old man spoke again, but changed the subject and asked Qi Ming a question.

"Luck." Qi Ming handed the teacup to the butler, looked at the old man and said, "The luck of your Zhao family has been stolen."

"You are right, it is indeed because of luck." The old man nodded, not surprised that Qi Ming knew the answer, "It is not only because of luck being stolen, but also because of my father's generation. , a sacrifice made to preserve the Zhao family."

Afterwards, the old man told a story succinctly, a story of family misfortune.

In the generation of the old man's father, the Zhao family produced a peerless genius named Zhao Yin.This should have been a blessing for the metaphysics world, but Zhao Yin's intentions were not right, and he studied crooked ways. All the spells and formations he created were related to stealing and sucking other people's luck. At that time, the whole metaphysics world suffered greatly from it. .

The Zhao family naturally couldn't tolerate such unworthy descendants. After finding out Zhao Yin's conspiracy, they used all the strength of the Zhao family to kill their relatives righteously.Zhao Yin was wiped out by the Zhao family, but the Zhao family's vitality was also greatly injured by this, and their luck was lost.

"Because of this incident, our Zhao family suffered heavy losses. No one in Yuan Xin's father's generation even awakened the Sky Eye. We all thought that the inheritance of the Zhao family was broken until Yuan Xin was born." The old man said and looked at Zhao Yuanxin, The eyes are kind, but deep down they are full of sadness.

Qi Ming heard about the development history of the Zhao family from the old man, but he still didn't understand why the old man wanted to find him.

As if knowing Qi Ming's doubts, the old man said: "We thought that after Zhao Yin's death, everything would be settled. But it didn't. I believe that Mr. Qi has also been exposed to several cases of stealing luck. At first I thought it was The handwriting of Zhao Yin's apprentices is not to be feared, until three years ago, I saw a man at the China Film Academy, and I saw in him the same fate as Zhao Yin."

The old man's tone was hoarse and dignified, "So I suspect that Zhao Yin is not dead, or that he came back to life through other means."

Generally speaking, everyone's fate is different.

The old man was already a 20-year-old young man when the Zhao family killed their relatives. He met Zhao Yin many times, and one time he almost died at the hands of Zhao Yin, so it had a profound impact on Zhao Yin's fate.

Three years ago, the same fate as Zhao Yin flashed in front of the old man, and the old man was terrified.

It is precisely because of the horror of Zhao Yin that the old man knew that if Zhao Yin did not die, it would be dangerous not only for the Zhao family who had put Zhao Yin to death, but also for the entire metaphysic world and even the entire society.

Qi Ming didn't know the twists and turns in the old man's heart, so he raised doubts at the right time, "Since the old man has already met that person, why don't you find out?"

The old man sighed, "Dead. The man died the next day."

That man was an old friend of the old man, who was also a professor at the China Film Academy. When the old man went to his home to find out what happened, he found that the old friend had died on the bed, and there was only a piece of human skin left on his body, not even a bone. up.

Thinking of this, the old man clenched the dragon's head and crutch tightly, tears gleamed in his eyes.

Qi Ming was stunned for a moment, feeling the sadness of the old man, guessing that the person must be close to the old man, and he didn't know how to comfort the old man, so he just said: "Please forgive me."

"It's all over." The old man said leisurely, taking a long breath.

The butler handed the old man a tissue, but the old man didn't take it, and continued to talk to Qi Ming, "I've let you listen to such nonsense for so long, the reason I invited you here is to hope that you can persuade Song Kunlang, Mr. Ask him to help our Zhao family clean up."

Although Qi Ming sympathized with the situation of the Zhao family, he would not deal with this matter in a feverish manner. Instead, he asked the old man: "Old man, why do you believe that Song Kunlang can solve the problem by taking action?"