After Disappearing For 20 Years, I Return As The Most Powerful Heavenly Master

As the old fortune-teller said, the money in his hand was immediately scattered as he squandered it.

But he didn't care.

He immediately went to take another large bundle of ghost money from the fat old man of the Corpse Exorcist Sect.

But before the old fortune teller could take over, the Yin soldiers who stopped in front of them to get the money stopped their hand movements.

Amid everyone’s frowns.

The Yin soldiers retracted their hands, as if taking away Mr. Hong was more important than these money.

"Isn't it because you don't dislike it enough?"

The old fortune teller was a little surprised. To ghosts, ghost money is just like banknotes. It is money that can be used in the underworld.

There is an old saying that money can make ghosts grind. This sentence does not mean that ghost money can bribe ghosts or even underhanded soldiers. Otherwise, the Yamen would not prepare a large amount of ghost money.

Just for this moment.

"If it's not enough, I have some more here."

The fat old man from the corpse exorcism sect quickly spilled the bundles of underworld money. The underworld soldiers are 'public officials' of the underworld, and they are unwilling to conflict with them unless necessary.

It's just that the idea is good, but the reality is not as good as they expected.

The Yin soldier looked at the old man of the Corpse Exorcist with a blank expression, shook his head, and then pointed towards the tent with one finger.

The meaning is self-evident.

Mr. Hong and the others must be taken away.

The face of the fat old man from the Corpse Exorcist Sect darkened, and he stood in front of the Yin soldiers who continued to move forward. He saw that he was holding a birdcage with one hand at some point.

"What if we don't let it."

He said slowly:

"Go around today, take the money, and pretend nothing happened. You can get the money, and we can get through it. Everyone is happy."

Following his words, the old fortune teller also came to the fat old man of the corpse exorcism sect and stood on a united front with him.

The Yin soldiers remained silent.

The next second.

The Yin soldiers still moved, their movements uniform, and the aura of death filled the air like mist.

——The Yin soldiers pass through the border, and the idle people avoid it.

Of course.

Their actions were met with cold snorts, and the fat old man from the corpse-hunting sect said: "Then don't blame me for being rude."

"I can only offend you today. When I die, I will go down below to make amends to you." The old fortune teller also took action.

call out!

"Guard Brother Hong and the others, don't let any of the Yin soldiers pass by!" The fat old man of the zombie sect ordered to the zombie king beside him, and threw out the bronze birdcage in his hand.

The bronze birdcage swelled up when the wind blew. In the blink of an eye, the birdcage became five or six meters long, hanging high above the heads of the Yin soldiers.

The Yin soldiers looked up.

I felt my toes lifting off the ground, and they flew up. To be precise, they were sucked up by the bronze birdcage, like Sun Wukong encountering King Silver Horn's treasure gourd and being sucked into it.

Wow!

The Yin soldiers did not sit still and waited for death. They swung the life-killing chains in their hands, pulled out bursts of deafening soul sonic booms in the air, and then hit them on the birdcage.

The iron chains screamed and collided with the bronze of the bronze birdcage, intertwining sparks as green as will-o'-the-wisps.

He was whipped ten times in a row.

But all seemed to be of no avail, and failed to prevent the birdcage from sucking in the Yin soldiers.

soon.

The Yin soldiers fell into the birdcage. They were silent and continued to beat the birdcage with iron chains without saying a word. They slashed with the harpoon-like spears in their hands. The breath of death burst out from the ghost weapons in their hands.

"It's interesting." Uncle Asan looked at the arm of the fat old man from the zombie sect next to the willow tree on the mountainside: "Can it trap the Yin soldiers' magic weapon? The Yamen has spent a lot of money, but this alone is not enough."

It's like confirming Uncle Asan's words.

After the fat old man from the Corpse Exorcist Group trapped a dozen Yin soldiers present, his happy smile didn't even appear on his face, but he noticed something and looked around.

Suddenly.

Whether it was the fat old man from the corpse exorcism sect or the other older generations present, their expressions changed.

The fog did not dissipate.

Instead, it became richer.

It's not just coming from the highway, fog is coming from all directions.

"No, the Yin soldiers are calling for rescue." The old Taoist priest from Maoshan shouted out first, staring at the Yin soldiers in the birdcage.

To say which ghost exorcism sect in Daxia has the most dealings with ghosts and Yin soldiers and underworlds, it is definitely Maoshan. The purpose of this sect is to exorcise and suppress demons.

The same goes for the old Taoist priest from Maoshan. He may not know about physiognomy, Feng Shui and fortune telling, but when it comes to understanding the underworld, he is second to none. No one here dares to say second.

"damn it."

Seeing the mist filling the air in all directions and ghostly shadows, shadows of Yin soldiers soon appeared. Each wave appeared with a dozen or so Yin soldiers appearing in all directions.

There are so many, Minato can gather the Yin soldiers to cross the border in large numbers, it will be a small army of Yin soldiers.

While the old Taoist priest from Maoshan was cursing, he frowned so hard that he could kill a fly:

"How could there be so many Yin soldiers? It shouldn't be. There shouldn't be this number of Yin soldiers in an area. Did they come in so many from the beginning to take Brother Hong and the others away?"

He doesn't know the truth. According to his understanding, the underworld soldiers are also ghosts, and their number is limited. Just like 'public officials', the number of 'public officials' in each place naturally has a corresponding number.

However, the current number of Yin soldiers has exceeded the allocation of Yin soldiers in Daqing City.

The Yin soldiers were like soldiers who had been trained to die. Even if their companions were trapped, they were still brave and continued to march towards the tent without fear of death.

"Take action."

"Stop them."

The older generations guarding the eight positions successively stopped the Yin soldiers in that direction.

at the same time.

Uncle Asan looked at the army of Yin soldiers, swept through each Yin soldier, then looked back towards Daqing City, and murmured majestically:

"The Yin soldiers from the entire Daqing City have come over. Now it's hard not to notice even those in the underworld. After all, this is where your Majesty lives."

The old Taoist priest from Maoshan didn't know why there were so many Yin soldiers stationed in Daqing City, but Uncle Asan knew that it was all because Zhang Ze lived in Daqing City.

As for the reason.

Just because of Zhang Ze's terror, even the underworld had to take it seriously and had to send heavy troops to guard him.

Because the number of Yin soldiers garrisoned is not only related to the city's population, but it is also related to the people in the city. Zhang Ze is enough to cause the underworld to change the number of Yin soldiers garrisoned.

…

There was a big commotion in the forest area, but the sports betting shop was calm.

at this time.

After Zhang Ze returned to the sports betting shop, he sat on the lounge chair in the shop as usual and returned to his original peaceful days.

He glanced sideways at the Fengmen Village Zombie and Zombie Ancestor, who were still shocked for a long time. Since they followed him to the sports lottery shop, they first saw Zhang Ze living in the small sports lottery shop. They were a little unbelievable.

But soon, when he entered the sports lottery shop, the ghosts in the luminous lamps came out to welcome Zhang Ze back.

The Zombies and Zombie Ancestors of Fengmen Village no longer cared about the size of the place where Zhang Ze lived. They were completely shocked beyond measure by the appearance of the ghosts.

The zombies in Fengmen Village kept echoing in their minds what Siniang and Zhang Ze had said before... The ghosts that Zhang Ze surrendered were not only Siniang and it, but also other ghosts.

The weakest of the ghosts in front of them were ghost kings, which deeply shocked the zombies of Fengmen Village.

The same goes for Corpse Ancestor.

At this moment, all that was left in his mind was what Zhang Ze said to him... Give him some time to visit the thatched cottage, and he would let him know that he was qualified to be its 'lord'.

With Zhang Ze's words echoing in his mind, Corpse Ancestor looked at the ghosts, at Xiao Eleven, at Xiao Liuzi, at Ah Jiu and other name-givers.

at the same time.

Zhang Ze ignored the zombies and zombie ancestors in Fengmen Village and let them digest their emotions independently. He lay on the recliner and seemed to feel something. When the recliner rocked forward, he looked towards the forest area:

"Choosing Daqing City is certainly a good place to change your destiny, but it is also unfortunate. Who let me, who is on the blacklist of the underworld, live in Daqing City? There are many more Yin soldiers stationed here than anywhere else in Daxia. ah."

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