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Dongtong City, this is Yao Heng's hometown, not far from the devil.

When the university was on summer vacation, Lan Mu and Yao Heng went to his house to play.

In the dormitory, Yao Heng has the most shy temperament, basically only a few friends in the dormitory.

His family background is not good, but he is much better than Lan Mu, at least his parents are still alive.

The bronze teapot itself is not valuable, but if it is a containment object, the meaning is different.

Lan Mu took a taxi to Yao Heng's house. The bronze teapot had to be recycled. If Yao Heng really got it, I can only say that Lan Mu was disappointed.

Taking it without telling it was a thief, and if Yao Heng took it, Lan Mu must personally confirm.

"No one? No one of his family is there?"

Lan Mu's spiritual power had explored his home from afar, and there was no one.

"I resigned yesterday... took my family away in one day?"

Lan Mu squinted his eyes, letting the taxi driver walk around in Dongtong City, his mental power stretched to the limit.

High-rise buildings, people coming and going, traffic passing by...

Countless information flooded into the brain, Lan Mu quickly screened, suddenly, his face changed, his fists clenched.

"Master... go to the city police station."

Lan Mu's voice was a bit gritted, and when he arrived at the police station, he dropped a hundred and rushed out directly.

Without showing up, he turned into a hunter and sneaked into the office, where he could see two policemen taking Yao Heng's family out.

Yao Heng’s parents’ eyes were red and swollen, and the police were still persuading, “We will definitely find the murderer!”

But no matter how persuaded, Yao Heng's parents could not suppress their grief, and even resentment in their eyes.

Lan Mu knew the reason. Yao Heng was already dead and was tortured to death.

Walked to the morgue and stared at his body silently.

Yao Heng died miserably. Before he died, he seemed to be tortured, his fingers were pulled out one by one, and his eyes were dug out. The nose is cut off, and the tongue is cut off. Even dismembered.

Familiar brutality... as miserable as the slaves of the Golden City.

Lan Mu's eyes were cold, and he had turned into a lich without knowing it.

The faint soul fire leaped in the eye sockets, and the originally gloomy morgue became even more icy.

"Damn...who did it?" He was angry.

Yao Heng's dead soul was by the side, and Lan Mu summoned to explore, and he felt an astonishing resentment.

He died miserably. Unlike the fat man, the negative emotions after his death filled the souls of the dead, full of resentment and pain.

This familiar feeling. Isn't it about the same as the dead souls of the Aztecs?

Yao Hengtu suffered a misfortune, and Lan Mu can basically think that he took the bronze teapot.

After carefully stripping out the remaining memories, Lan Mu probably understood the truth of the matter.

The day before yesterday, Yao Heng complained to Lan Mu and said something bad. As a result, Mia smashed his head with a ruler and scolded him. He ran into the room with his head covered and saw the bronze teapot pouring money out, so he walked over and picked it up unconsciously.

With this take, he was completely fallen into that strange attraction, and he was reluctant to let go.

He resigned afterwards. According to the memory fragments, after returning to his hometown, he continued to mutilate himself. As long as the more painful, the more money will come out of the bronze teapot in your hand!

As if he was addicted, he made himself bloody, but got one hundred thousand yuan!

Bronze teapots possess a magical nature. Once the attracted people fall into the transaction of exchanging pain for money, they cannot extricate themselves from it.

The worst thing is that when he was spending money arbitrarily, he was targeted by the gangster. Originally, he was just looking at him and wanted to spend some money.

After beating him violently. Found that the bronze teapot hidden in the bag was taking money out of thin air.

The moment he held the bronze teapot, several gangsters fell into desire. Drag Yao Heng to an old house to tortured him, and finally kill him.

Lan Mu is in Yao Heng's deepest memory. I saw the countless banknotes that burst out like a fountain one second before he died!

"Yao Heng..."

Lan Mu smiled bitterly, not knowing what he was like.

The ability of the bronze teapot is to exchange pain for money. For the sake of wealth, Yao Heng could not suppress greed and stole it... But he died.

Lan Mu pityed him a little, pity him being played with desire by a containment object.

That strange attraction, I touched it by myself, nothing happened.

Su Yue had been in contact many times, and it did not arouse any greed.

However, Yao Heng couldn't stand the temptation, and finally suffered a catastrophe.

People with evil thoughts will fall into the devilish nature of the teapot. Because of Lan Mu's special nature, he doesn't know if he has evil thoughts, but at least Su Yue doesn't.

"Containment objects... this is the hidden order of the world."

Containment, control, protection.

Lan Mu deeply understands the meaning of canc's existence, which is to isolate the abnormal world from the normal world and protect the majority of ordinary people.

He did not immediately realize the abnormality of the bronze teapot, so that people like Yao Heng who couldn't control their desires were toyed with, degenerated to death.

In their words, it is a containment breach.

Hesitated for a few seconds.

Lan Mu left Yao Heng's dead soul and gave up resurrecting him, not only because of the evil thoughts in Yao Heng's heart, but also because there was too much resentment in his dead soul, which would only revert to the resentful ghost like Paul at the time.

"Although you..."

"Forget it, I am also responsible for this matter."

"Leave the rest to me, you can die."

Man is dead, and there is no need to say many things. Although I don't know if there is reincarnation, Lan Mu still chooses to let him dissipate on his own.

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After Lan Mu contacted Cheng Ming and asked him to give Yao Heng's parents a sum of money in the name of the company.

In two days, he finally found the three gangsters who killed Yao Heng in a remote barren mountain in Dongtong City.

Of course it's just a corpse.

Two of them were wounded on their bodies but died directly. The last one was obviously bitten to death by a dog and suffered a lot of torture.

The bronze teapot was not found, but it seems to have been taken away again.

"Hehe... the teapot... you are pretty good..."

Lan Mu's eyes were even colder, and he got clues once again through the humiliated souls.

A certain **** in Dongtong City, he discovered that his subordinates suddenly had a windfall of millions of dollars, so he took someone to ask him.

The saddest thing is when they are tracked down. These three gangsters are still fighting each other, they are already fighting each other to the death, and they all want to monopolize the bronze teapot.

The result is obvious. They were all taken away by the boss, and the teapot was snatched away.

"It happened about six hours ago. I hope it stops here..."

However, things went contrary to expectations, and this series of things continued.

Based on the clues, Lan Mu soon found the gangster's body in an abandoned warehouse in the suburbs.

There are still five men around to be buried!

"Who is this again?"

Lan Mu looked at the incomplete memory of the dead soul, and suddenly couldn't laugh or cry.

This **** turned out to be killed by the mutiny of six confidantes. After that, the six people fought against each other again, only one of them ran away with the bronze teapot.

"What happened two hours ago..."

"But the clue is broken here."

Lan Mu left without a trace on the scene and left.

For these people who take the blame. He is superfluous with love.

"It seems that the standard for the temptation of the bronze teapot is greater than I thought. Except for me and Su Yue, everyone who came into contact with it eventually fell into wicked thoughts."

"The person who survived in the end was cruel, and he was not a fool to win the final victory in the competition."

"Maybe, I have already left Dongtong City at this time..."

Lan Mu was pondering, and when he walked to the door, he suddenly noticed a blood stain on the ground.

The blood was stained on the stone, and it was obvious that someone had dropped the blood here.

"The blood stain hasn't lasted more than a day... It can appear at the door. It will only be the last survivor."

"Injured..."

Lan Mu picked up the stone and quickly found more than a dozen blood stains along the road, and finally disappeared in the parking lot.

Then Lan Mu followed the traces of the rut. Knowing that the person was on the high speed, looking at the direction, he should be going to the magic capital!

"From Dongtong City to Demon Capital, it takes two to three hours..."

Lan Mu's eyes lit up, and Bi Fang, the incarnation, swayed up, rushing to an altitude of 5,000 meters above the clouds.

Here, no one can see him from the ground, I saw him flying towards Demon Capital at full speed.

Search along the highway all the way. His mental power stared at this high-speed scan.

Finally, when he reached the outskirts of Magic City. The bronze teapot was found.

"It's not easy... Fortunately you are not dead..."

Lan Mu landed in a deserted place and turned into a stalker and approached the opponent again.

The mental power has been locked. Finally, watching him open a room in a small hotel, he held out the bronze teapot from the box with a look of excitement.

Not only that, the box is also full of money, which is at least several million depending on the size of the box.

"Is the money given out of thin air by the bronze teapot real money? Even if it is true, it should be independent of the monetary and financial system?"

As night fell, Lan Mu climbed to the third floor and touched into the suite from the window. A series of actions Lan Mu was already familiar with.

The man was ignorant, still smirking on the pile of money.

"Hey……"

Lan Mu patted him on the shoulder, and the heart jumped out of fright.

"Where did you come from?"

Lan Mu ignored him, and picked up the bronze teapot after probing.

Nothing unusual, the heartbeat from the first contact never appeared again, as if the bronze teapot had given up the temptation to Lan Mu ever since.

"Let go! That's mine!"

The man reacted, rushed toward him grimly, and drew a knife.

"Ding!"

"Wow..."

Lan Mu didn't move, a metal plate blocked the knife, and another one flew in the air, the edge became sharp, and it struck the man's chest.

Listening to the man's wailing, Lan Mu saw that there were a few hundred more in the bronze teapot out of thin air.

"Give it back to me!" The man didn't give up, but his hands were cut off by the metal plate.

This time the bronze teapot reacted violently, directly like a color cannon, spraying out a large banknote, roughly counting, about 40,000!

"That's not right, Yao Heng self-harmed, and he could have more than 80,000 if he didn't hurt his muscles or bones. How could he only get 40,000 if he cut his hands?"

With a thought of Lan Mu, the metal plate turned into a fusiform and plunged into the wound of the man's broken arm.

"what!"

Following the pain of the man, the rain of banknotes from the bronze teapot came again, spraying another 20,000 yuan, and then stopped.

"It's going to be continuous pain...that is to say, torture is more efficient?"

"It's a terrible deal."

Lan Mu is very calm ~lightnovelpub.net~ He is not like those people, sinking into this kind of transaction.

"In that case... Gold must be fine too, right?"

"Puff." Lan Mu ended the man's life. This time there was no rain of banknotes, but a muffled noise.

There is an extra gold bar in the bronze teapot. Pick it up and weigh it. It weighs about five kilograms.

"This is the source of the Golden City..."

"A person lives five kilograms of gold. If it is tortured to death, it should be more, probably fifty kilograms."

"The entire Golden City has at least 10,000 tons, right? 200,000 people..."

"Aztec, how can an empire sinking deeper and deeper in the temptation of the bronze teapot not to perish?"

After dealing with the scene, Lan Mu took some money, brought gold bars and a bronze teapot, jumped out of the window, and soon disappeared.

Only the banknotes scattered around a house were left. (To be continued.)