I Can Brush Attributes

Wang Ping's proposal, and the ghosts such as the tomb head dancer agreed.

Because they know what Wang Ping means and understand that this is Wang Ping for their own good.

Afterwards, Wang Ping and Tomb Tou Bengdi spent four days playing in the three northeastern provinces, and they did not go on a night walk of hundreds of ghosts.

Four days later.

After saying goodbye to them, Wang Ping took a taxi and headed to the airport to return to Pengcheng.

Jingle Bell.

The phone rings.

Wang Ping, who was sitting in the flight lounge, picked up the phone and was stunned when he saw the caller ID.

"Dad?"

Caller ID, the call from Dad Wang Quan.

Picking up the phone, Wang Quan's voice came from the phone.

"Hey! Son, do you dare to promise when I call you!

"Hello, the user you dialed has already passed through, please buy a pass through mobile phone card to make calls. The king card does not support making dimensional calls for the time being."

After speaking, Wang Ping hung up the phone.

After a few seconds, Dad Wang Quan called again.

"Child, do you dare to promise when I call you!"

As before, Wang Quan is still the same sentence, and it is obvious that Wang Quan and Wang Ping are competing with each other.

In this regard, Wang Ping replied calmly.

"Hello, the user's father has passed away. The user is sending his father to the cremation room. Please call again later."

The voice sounded, and Wang Quan on the other end of the phone froze for a moment.

next second.

The voice of the king came.

"Smash, believe it or not, I broke the Tianling cover for you."

Then Wang Ping and Wang Quan Yiyi's practice "learned".

After this, Wang Ping asked Wang Quan.

"Dad, are you out?"

"Erzai, what you said makes me sound like I came out of prison, forget it, I won't talk to you anymore, Erzai, I have already inherited the position of the head of the family, and I will leave the Netherworld King's Cave in two days, you remember to set it up Banquet, to wash away the dust for your kind and kawaii old father."

At this moment, Wang Ping vaguely heard the phone call, in addition to Wang Quan's voice, there was another voice vaguely coming.

This voice is a little old, but it has a bit of spirit.

Before Wang Ping could guess who the voice was, Wang Ping just listened to his father Wang Quan.

"Grandpa, what the hell kind of clothes did you give me? It's too beautiful, isn't it? I'm smashing it with me, that is, your great-grandson is calling."

Immediately afterwards, Wang Quan seemed to be talking to someone, and then said to Wang Ping.

"Erzai, your great-grandfather is looking for me. I'll go take a look first and hang up."

Wang Quan hung up the phone.

Wang Ping's face was strange, and he took the mobile phone and looked at it, as if he was about to see the scene of the phone that made the call directly from the mobile phone.

After a while, Wang Ping muttered to himself.

"It was Grandpa Zeng talking to Dad just now? Dad is coming back, is Grandpa Zeng back?"

At this time, the announcement that Wang Ping's flight was about to take off came from the waiting room.

Wang Ping put away his mobile phone and stopped thinking about whether Grandpa Zeng would come back with his father. Anyway, when he came back and asked, he would know.

...

At the same time, far away from Wang Ping is Huaxia Yunnan Province.

A big mountain that maintains the original ecology of nature.

At this time, it was 8 o'clock in the evening, and the night shrouded this mountain forest. The dense mountain forest was quiet. Listen carefully to the sounds of wild animals and small animals.

There are scattered houses at the foot of the mountain, but it is a small village

Looking from the village to the mid-mountain of the mountain not far away, among the verdant jungles of the Jiamu, a wisp of smoke is rising, accompanied by the fragrance of cumin.

When I walked in, there was a fat old man sitting there making a fire.

And on that fire, driving a ghost being grilled.

If Shangguan Jianguo and Wang Ping were here, even if they didn't look at the old man, they would be able to recognize the old man's identity just by looking at the fire burning ghosts.

God of Cookery!

I saw that the God of Cookery used his own yang energy to activate the fire and grill the ghosts, and the corners of his mouth had already flowed out slapsticks.

When I was young, the ghost was roasted, and the God of Cookery couldn't wait to pick up the ghost and stuff it into his mouth.

Suddenly, at this moment, the hair of the hair rose, and the God of Cooking jumped up suddenly, rushing out like a sharp arrow, leaving the original location a hundred meters in an instant.

Boom!

The moment he left, the God of Cooking was in the same place as if he had been bombarded by cannonballs.

The whole earth was trembling, rocks were flying, the surrounding trees that could not be hugged by one person exploded, and the wood chips flew like bullets on other trees, piercing the holes.

At this moment, a surprising scene appeared.

The God of Cookery, who always squinted his eyes and always smiled, opened his eyes, and his eyes were full of dignified and fierce...  

He looked at the place where he was, and his face was unprecedentedly heavy and serious, which was never seen by Wang Ping and others.

The dust dissipated.

At this time, the ground there was dented, as if it had been hit by a meteorite, and a huge deep crater was impacted.

And in the center of the deep pit, a figure appeared out of thin air and stood there.

This figure is dressed in the robe of the Ninety-five Supreme Emperor, with a purple-gold crown on his head, and a face that is not angry and self-righteous. With the yin qi lingering in the sky, it is like a godless king in the nine worlds.

The billowing yin qi filled the air, like fog, obscuring the huge halfway up the mountainside. It was all emanating from this figure, the breath was overwhelming, and the yin qi was overwhelming.

"You're the God of Cookery?" The figure who was not angry and self-proclaimed said.

"Who are you." The God of Cooking frowned, his eyes flickered with cold light, and his whole body burst into a blazing righteousness, illuminating this dark area with light.

"The king."

King? !

The God of Cookery changed color, and his dignified face deepened. The ghost that appeared was the king of the Yin Division, the "Palace King"!

At this moment, the palace king who stood with his hands behind his back suddenly said.

"You killed several evil spirits in my Yin Division in Bangzi Country. My Yin Division's evil spirits can't be killed casually. Today's blood debt is paid for by blood."

The next moment, the king of the palace took action, and the big hand was printed.

boom! !

The calm mountain was roaring like thunder, and the continuous deafening loud noise was continuous, even the village at the foot of the mountain could hear it.

"What happened?! Earthquake?"

"Look over there!"

"what is that?"

Inside the village, villagers ran out the door one by one. They looked halfway up the mountain, their pupils shrank suddenly, and their faces were full of horror.

Looking at the scene halfway up the mountain, they seemed to see the battle of the gods.

...

Wang Ping returned to Pengcheng by plane.

Back in Pengcheng, Wang Ping did not sleep, but found Lao Chen and Lao Ling for a barbecue.

The three of them drove to the Amin Grill on Bailianhua Street, and were about to order food when the phone rang.

Caller ID, Shangguan Jianguo is calling.

Picking up the phone and listening to Shangguan Jianguo's words, Wang Ping's complexion suddenly changed.

"What did you say?! The God of Cookery was killed?"

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