Chapter 494 Ye Yuchen Has Good Vision

Stars Film and Television, dark underground.

The Blood Sacrifice Pavilion has always been like a ghost. They have never had a specific stronghold. Instead, they use the buildings of Fanxing Film and Television and its affiliated properties as cover.

It is both impossible to find out and also unexpected.

"Young Master, we have been brought here."

Avis crossed his arms in front of his chest and bowed respectfully to hand over the task to the priest.

The priest was sitting on a burgundy soft chair. He was lying lazily and flipping through Mu Wanqing's information casually. He raised his eyelids lightly and smiled coquettishly, "Uh-huh."

Avis straightened his back immediately.

He took a step to the side, patted his palms twice, smiled proudly, and said, "Bring people in."

The subordinates of the Blood Sacrifice Pavilion immediately carried the unconscious Mu Wanqing in and put her on the ground.

At the same time, there was Ling Feng who was covered in injuries.

"Young Master!" They bowed and then retreated.

The priest's red lips curled slightly, and he twisted the stack of information about the girl with his slender fingers. He suddenly raised his hand and waved it.

White paper fell freely, scattered around him, and lay scattered on the ground without any rules.

"I'm almost tired of waiting..."

The priest snorted lightly, and raised his long legs neatly to the ground. He slowly moved his shoulders, stepped on a pair of shiny leather shoes, and approached Mu Wanqing step by step.

He lowered his eyes and glanced slightly coldly, "Dead?"

"No, young master." Ives explained immediately, "Mu Wanqing had a heart attack. I ordered someone to inject her with nitroglycerin and sedatives."

Hearing this, the priest raised his eyebrows lightly.

His eyes moved slightly, and then he looked at the man leaning against Mu Wan, "Who is this distinguished guest?"

"Mu Wanqing's secret guard is from Ye Yuchen." Avis reported truthfully, "The other secret guard escaped."

The priest put on a teasing smile, looked at Ling Feng with interest, and suddenly and quickly strangled him by the neck.

He exerted force. Ling Feng's cheeks turned red due to difficulty breathing, but he still stared at him stubbornly.

"Hang him up." The priest sneered coldly, "I want him to witness the pain of his two masters."

The smile on Avis's lips raised, "Yes."

He immediately ordered someone to take the iron chain, hang the top of the iron chain from the ceiling, and hoist the person into the air.

"Do I need to wake up Mu Wanqing?" Avis asked.

The priest said nothing. He slowly knelt down and looked down at the unconscious girl lying on the cold ground.

Mu Wanqing had been untied at this time. She was lying on her side with her legs slightly bent in a semi-curled position. Her black hair was messy and scattered, covering half of her small face as pale as porcelain.

There was cold sweat on the tip of her nose, her bloodless lips were slightly open, and her white teeth and pink tongue could be vaguely seen.

Those exquisite facial features are really a bit charming.

"No need." The priest's red lips curled up, and there was a hint of coquettishness in the corners of his eyes, as he looked at the girl with a secretive look.

He stretched out his hand and lifted her chin with his long white fingers, and her seaweed-like hair immediately fell to both sides, revealing her charming and beautiful little face.

"Ye Yuchen has good taste."

He raised the corners of his eyes slightly, and was about to move his hand up to touch her cheek, but the girl seemed to be showing signs of waking up, unconsciously turning her face and shrinking her neck.

"No..." Mu Wanqing snorted.

She frowned slightly, feeling that her brain was still a little dazed, but the severe pain in her heart had eased a lot.