The director is a god... stick!

After that, I saw Wu Yong holding the two scarecrows and came over to give them to him: "After going back, I will enshrine these two scarecrows and worship three times with clean water every day..."

"In this way, after three months, these two people will definitely die, and they died accidentally. No one will suspect you."

The old man said with a smile, the wrinkles on his face twisted even more strangely.

Wei Jiantian was still in a trance at this time, only feeling that his hands and feet were weak, his back was sore, and even standing up from the ground was a bit laborious.

He was at a loss as to the two scarecrows walking down the stairs tremblingly.

At this time, the many confidantes who were still waiting downstairs were shocked when they saw his face: "President Wei?!"

"What's wrong with you?"

Seeing the surprised expressions of all his subordinates, Wei Jiantian felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly ordered someone to find a mirror for him.

In the mirror, an old face came into view.

Originally, Wei Jiantian was not yet 60 years old. Although his temples were gray and his face was wrinkled, he was generally considered energetic.

But now, most of his hair has turned gray, the fine lines on his face are getting deeper and deeper, even if they can't be covered, his complexion is sallow and vacant, without any energy, as if he has suddenly aged for no reason a lot.

Thinking of what Wu Yong once said, "Two lives, two years to live", Wei Jiantian couldn't help but stare blankly at his aging self in the mirror. In the bright sunny day, he suddenly shivered shiveringly.

"Boss Wei, you..." His subordinates approached him, wanting to say a few more words of concern.

But Wei Jiantian's complexion suddenly sank, he threw the mirror into the opponent's arms, and hurriedly walked out the door: "Okay, the matter is over, let's leave now."

His footsteps were in a hurry, as if he couldn't bear the weird atmosphere here and wanted to escape as soon as possible.

Several confidantes couldn't help but looked at each other in blank dismay, but they still followed Wei Jiantian's footsteps and left here in a hurry.

The dilapidated and old small building became quiet again, without any movement of living people, it was as empty as if no one had ever been here.