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

After Zhang Ze responded to Uncle Asan, he clicked on the post in Kaifengmen Village.

[The latest gossip is that zombies appeared in a town in western Hunan. It is said that five corpse exterminators in western Hunan died. The zombie exorcists were furious and sent people to investigate. 】

[The zombie that appears is suspected to be the zombie king of Fengmen Village 70 years ago. The zombie exorcism sect is currently communicating with the Yamen to prepare to suppress the zombie king of Fengmen Village. 】

[Let me tell you first, this is hearsay, but the credibility is 80%. 】

Posted 10 minutes ago.

However, the number of clicks exceeded 1,000 in a short period of time, and the number of comments exceeded 100.

Zhang Ze swiped the screen to browse the comments below.

[I just love eating ghost food]: Zundu is fake, that zombie king on the cover appears? Even if it's not necessary, in 70 years, that zombie will probably be even more terrifying than it was back then.

[Open the coffin and rise]: Be confident and get rid of the fear.

[Zombie Lover]: 70 years is a long time for zombies. It is estimated that the zombies in Fengmen Village have transformed into a higher level of zombies, and they will probably transform into drought demons.

[Yin soldiers need to go through security check when crossing the border]: The story is most likely true. My friend told me that the young master of the Xiangxi faction died this morning. When he was found, there were zombie teeth marks on his neck.

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A quick look at the comments showed that half were discussing the authenticity of the news, the other half were talking about the current strength of the Zombies, and a small number were asking related questions.

[Give me a ghost]: Why did the Fengmen Zombie King appear in western Hunan? Fengmen Village is far away from Xiangxi.

[Uncovering the coffin and rising]: Could it be that he was going for the cursed Taishi chair in Fengmen Village? Didn’t the Taishi Chair disappear after the Fengmen Village incident? There was news recently that the Taishi Chair was in the Xiangxi sect.

After seeing this comment.

Zhang Ze's eyes were filled with confusion: "Hey, it turns out that the Grand Master's Chair is in the hands of the zombies who sealed the door. I thought it was in their hands, so it's a bit troublesome."

"Your Majesty, do you want the cursed chair?" Uncle Asan understood the meaning of Zhang Ze's words.

Zhang Ze nodded: "I'm quite interested in the closed-door zombie and the Grand Master's chair."

Uncle Asan was about to say something when he heard this, but Xiao Liuzi jumped out at this moment.

It asked curiously: "I heard that the Grand Master's chair is a cursed object. It seems to be of no use. What does your Majesty want with that?"

"It's useless, but you can sit on it." Zhang Ze smiled mysteriously: "In a while, the bad old man's birthday is coming soon, and I have to prepare a birthday gift for him. The Taishi chair is good."

Uncle Asan: "???"

Xiao Liuzi: "????"

In the luminous lamp: "????"

Xiaoliuzi and the others were confused by the content of Zhang Ze's response.

For the old man's birthday, he gave a cursed chair that will cause death if he sits on it. Is this definitely a birthday gift, not a death anniversary gift?

But soon.

They thought of the birthday gift Zhang Ze prepared for the bad old man last time, and suddenly felt relieved.

Every 10 years, Zhang Ze prepares birthday gifts for the old man. The last time he gave a gift was exactly 10 years ago.

At that time, Zhang Ze gave old man Zao an unnamed tombstone.

Euphemistically speaking, when the old man dies, this tombstone can be used as his tombstone, and then all he needs to do is engrave his name on it.

Can't help but.

They imagined a figure who looked like a bad old man, sitting on a simple Taishi chair and dying, with a tombstone erected in front of him.

Zhang Ze didn't know what they were thinking. He was watching the forum comments and muttered:

"I don't know if the imperial chair left over from the Qing Dynasty is highly cursed. Whatever the case, I'd rather go to Xiangxi for the recent exchange conference held in Daqing."

Subsequently.

"Fourth mother."

"Your Majesty, I am here." A gentle voice came out among the swaying of luminous lamps.

"Help me prepare clothes. I'm going to Xiangxi. Uncle Asan, please stay at the sports lottery shop. If anyone comes to buy scratch tickets and someone scratches a winning prize, let me know."

"Okay, Your Majesty." Many voices came from Uncle Asan and the luminous lamp.

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Daqing City, fringe area of ​​downtown.

The old Taoist priest and the others left Chengyuan Building and came to the store with the [SF Express] sign.

"Does the government office in Daqing City package things like SF Express? This is better than the government office in Longhushan, which is a funeral parlor."

Lin Cheng complained.

To ordinary people, this is an SF Express station for home express delivery, but to paranormal people, this is just the surface. What it really operates is the Daqing Yamen Branch, the official organization responsible for paranormal events in Daqing.

Just as they walked into the store.

"Oh my God, what happened to you, Old Taoist Zhang Yang?"

Exclaimed.

The old Taoist priest and others looked along and saw seven figures walking towards the left. The lineup was similar to them, one old, three middle-aged and three young. Each of them was carrying a black bag specifically for holding violins.

The one who spoke was the leader of the three middle-aged people.

But it wasn't just him, everyone else had similar expressions, their eyes full of astonishment.

"Don't mention it." The rugged Taoist priest saw the middle-aged leader. They seemed to be familiar with each other, and complained bluntly: "This is not a supernatural exchange conference. Who knew I almost lost my life."

Um?

The seven people who came were stunned when they heard this. Apart from them, the people coming out of the store and the groups of seven people walking by the other road were stunned.

They dress in different styles, and they all have the configuration of one old, three middle-aged and three young people.

Each group exudes great power.

They are all supernatural people who have been invited to this Daxia Supernatural Exchange Conference and come from all over the world.

Upon hearing the content of the rough Taoist priest's words, they immediately recognized the rough Taoist priest.

"Isn't that Taoist Master Zhang Shan?"

"He's from Longhu Mountain."

Seeing that the old Taoist priest and his party were covered in dust and dirt, and their clothes were even stained with blood, no one of them was surprised. Although they wanted to know if they were joking, the blood stains on their bodies and their disgraced appearance could not be faked.

And they have no reason to fabricate this lie. You must know that they are from Longhu Mountain, a well-known sect in the Daxia supernatural circle, and they will not pretend to be weak just for the sake of an exchange conference.

Even if you win the exchange conference, your reputation will be damaged, which is an act that outweighs the gains.

"Have you encountered something, Taoist Zhang Shan?"

A middle-aged woman walked in the door of the express store.

As soon as the rugged Taoist priest saw the other party, he immediately yelled: "Captain Zhong Yan, what is going on in your Daqing City? How could you allow a ghost king to commit crimes?"

Immediately afterwards.

He quickly told everything about what happened in Chengyuan Building.

Zhong Yan opened her mouth and wanted to say that this was impossible. As the person in charge of Daqing City, she knew the situation in her city best. How could there be a ghost king wandering around and committing crimes during the day, but she didn't know.

However, when the words came to her lips, looking at the injuries of Zhang Shan and others, she knew that this could not happen.

at the same time.

Listening to Zhang Shan's story, the supernatural beings from all over the world who came to participate in the exchange meeting were not only surprised, but also very curious.

"Good fellow, are there ghosts and gods in Daqing City?" The eyes of the old Taoist priest from Maoshan Sect shone.

Unlike Longhu Mountain, which has its own mountain gate, there are various sources of income for pilgrims.

The Maoshan Sect is not like Longhu Mountain. It has become increasingly weak over the years. If there is a ghost to protect the Maoshan Sect, the Maoshan Sect will definitely last longer.

"Ghosts and gods? I haven't encountered them before. I don't know whether it's my zombie king who is more powerful or the ghosts and gods."

It was a fat old man who spoke.

As he spoke, he looked towards the burly figure standing on the left. The burly figure was wearing sunglasses and a mask. Only a small part of his skin was exposed, and his skin was shockingly white.

Rather than saying it is white, it is better to say it is dead white.

Almost every psychic master who came to the exchange conference was in high spirits.

Ghosts and gods are rare to see in a hundred years, and encountering one is a rarity.

Now that a statue appears, how can it not arouse their interest?

Those who can come to participate in the exchange conference, whether they are old, middle-aged or young, are all leaders in the supernatural circle, otherwise they would not be sent by their respective sects to participate in the exchange conference.

When these people learn that there are ghosts and gods around, no one is unmoved and doesn't want to fight with ghosts and gods to test their depth.

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