However, what she didn't know was that after she left, Zhang Di's mouth curled up with an evil smile, and the originally angular and righteous face became gloomy at this moment. Perhaps his change of expression was so obvious that it attracted the attention of the waiter.
"Sir, this is your bill." Suddenly a voice rang in front of him.
Zhang Di immediately put away the gloomy face, smiled and gave the money before sending the waiter away.
He didn't leave immediately, but sat there. After sitting for a long time, he saw that his right hand was clenched into a fist, and there was a black touch inside. He opened his palm to see clearly, it turned out to be ten centimeters long. s hair! He has a handful of hair thick with his little finger. He pinched it in his hand and tied a knot with silk thread.
Zhang Di's eyes fell on the strand of long hair, he fumbled for the phone and sent a text message.
The content of the text message is only three words—it has arrived.
Then left the restaurant.
Zhang Di didn't stop. He seemed to come with a purpose. After getting what he wanted, he also left with a purpose. He took a taxi and went straight to the outskirts.
This time he did not go back to his hometown, but returned to the property he had bought in the suburbs.
It was a high-end community, with security patrols at the door and an entrance guard. When strangers entered the door, they had to register with their ID cards. All of this can enhance his sense of security. This is what he chose to buy real estate here. reason.
As the saying goes, this is the truth that great hidden in the world.
His home is different from other people’s homes. When you enter the door, you can see a large ritual table. A thick stack of yellow talisman is placed on the ritual table. An old man is standing on the balcony with his back facing the ritual table. He was wearing a hooded jacket. The jacket was very long, up to the ankles, covered with all kinds of strange patterns.
I saw his hat put on his head, and he turned around first when he heard the movement from the door. He seemed to be old, and the flesh on his face was shaking.
"Grandpa." Zhang Di bends down solemnly and bows to the old man.
"Back?" The old man raised his eyes and asked faintly.
"Um."
"Got everything?"
"got it."
With that said, Zhang Di walked towards the old man, still holding the strand of long black hair in his hand. He held the hair with both hands, and respectfully took it in front of the old man, and said: "This is Lin Li's hair. NS."
The old man didn't say anything, he just looked at the strand of hair lightly, with a hint of relief in his eyes, patted Zhang Di on the shoulder, and said: "Good job, with it, we will get twice the result with half the effort."
There was a rare excitement on Zhang Di's face, and then he placed his hair on the memorial table.
The two stopped talking and laughing, and the old man began to solemnly.
He took the yellow talisman to completely wrap Lin Li's hair inside, and then took the brush on the side and dipped it twice on the cinnabar, the pen fell on the yellow talisman, and a strange talisman was formed.
At the same time as Fu Zhuan was forming, a layer of sweat oozes from the old man's forehead, and the whole person is decadent, as if a lot of energy has been consumed.
At the end, he suddenly bit his finger and dropped a drop of blood above the yellow talisman.
"Good! Li Cheng!"
After saying this, the old man's body suddenly fell to the ground as if being emptied.