I Become The Richest Man With A monthly Salary of Twenty Thousand Yuan-Chapter 595 - 433 Eat and Drink as You Should

Xia Liang found it hard to refuse. These wines were truly exceptional; the cheapest bottle cost over one Yuan.

"I’ve heard that Master Xia can even control the weather. Is that true?" after a few glasses of wine, He Youling mustered up the courage to ask.

But Xia Liang just waved his hand with a smile. "It’s just a coincidence. How could anyone in this world control the weather? We should believe in science."

Listening to his words, He Youling and his father didn’t show the slightest hint of belief. They felt that Xia Liang was just being modest, and the admiration in their eyes grew even stronger. Other cultivators would never stop bragging about such feats, but Master Xia remained incredibly humble, exuding the true bearing of a master. After all, they had witnessed Xia Liang’s abilities firsthand, so they were inclined to believe the rumors about him.

However, Elder He still didn’t know how to broach the subject of asking Xia Liang to extend his lifespan by a few years.

Just then, the lights throughout the villa flickered again. A chilling breeze gusted through the room, making them shiver. Xia Liang’s hand, which was holding a wine glass, paused for a moment, and he frowned slightly. With peace charms protecting this villa, ordinary things can’t get in. Unless... this thing is here to take a life. It seems that shadow from before was no ordinary entity. It’s like someone has targeted He Youling.

"Elder He, you haven’t offended anyone lately, have you?"

Before he could finish speaking, Xia Liang suddenly sensed something. With a flicker of intent, a talisman appeared in his hand, already half-burnt. The Life-Saving Talisman had activated automatically.

"It’s coming for me."

"Master Xia, what’s going on?" He Youling suddenly grew fearful, not knowing what was happening.

But Xia Liang just laughed and continued drinking his wine. If it were targeting He Youling, it would be a bit troublesome. But if it’s aimed at me, then my opponent can’t do a thing.

「In another villa in Haojiang.」

A black rope had been wound around a paper effigy’s neck for several minutes. A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Zutuo’s eyes; he knew it was time. He yanked hard on the rope, attempting to rip the effigy’s head clean off. But strangely, when he tried to exert force, he found the black rope wouldn’t obey his command. It was as if the other end was wrapped around a massive boulder, leaving him completely unable to move it.

His two disciples noticed something was wrong and ran over, all three of them pulling on the slender black rope together. However, even with their combined strength, the black rope was as taut and unmoving as a steel wire. The paper effigy on the table seemed to have become a Hercules, holding its own in a tug-of-war against the three men.

If not for the veins bulging on their foreheads, He Wei would have thought they were performing a mime.

"Pull harder!"

At Zutuo’s glance, one of his disciples immediately sliced open his hand, letting his blood drip onto the black rope.

The next instant, SNAP!

The black rope snapped, and the three men lost their balance, tumbling to the ground. The remnants of the rope slipped from the paper effigy’s neck as if they had never been there at all. Although the three scrambled back to their feet, He Wei could see their expressions had soured. Zutuo, in particular, could no longer hide his rage.

"Five Ropes Dismemberment!" he roared.

His two disciples once again surrounded the paper effigy, tying black ropes to its four limbs. Each disciple took hold of the ropes on two limbs, while Zutuo held the one wrapped around its neck. Together, the three of them lifted the paper effigy into the air. Then, all three cut their palms, letting their blood run down the ropes. The entire room suddenly became dark and ice-cold.

Zutuo continued to chant, taking out five bells and hanging one from each of the five black ropes. After completing his preparations, he roared once more.

"Begin!"

「Back at the villa.」

"I say, Elder He, what year is this wine from? Why does it taste a little off?" Xia Liang asked.

"This is a top-tier red wine from 1974. A single glass costs a few dimes."

"Master Xia," He Youling said nervously, "are you sure everything is all right? Why do I suddenly feel so spooked?"

The three continued to drink, but He Youling and his son had clearly lost their appetites. Xia Liang, on the other hand, was still leisurely savoring the various fine wines from He Youling’s collection, not a hint of urgency on his face.

Just as he was about to say it was nothing, the lights in the room began to flicker again.

"What’s that?" He Xiaojun suddenly exclaimed.

Amid the strobing lights, five massive black ropes seemed to materialize, wrapping around Xia Liang’s limbs and neck as if intending to tear him apart. The ropes pulled taut, the pressure so intense that He Youling and his son struggled to breathe. The temperature in the room plummeted.

But Xia Liang wasn’t the least bit worried. He even let out a yawn, looking as if he were about to fall asleep. With a single casual movement of his body, all five black ropes snapped.

The room returned to normal.

「Elsewhere.」

The ringing of the bells suddenly escalated into a frenzy. The next moment, all five black ropes broke at once, and the five bells fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.