Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors

The moonlight is dim, and the dead branches are like shadows.

Wang Xuanzhi stood outside the courtyard wall, holding an exquisite brocade box in his hand.

These days, he has to be busy with the rebuilding of Yuyaosi on the one hand, and on the other hand, he has to deal with the inquiries from above, and he doesn't even have time to catch his breath.

Now, after everything is over, Wang Xuanzhi came to visit immediately.

Zhou Dao was a low-key person, so he chose to come here in the middle of the night, as cautious as worshiping his ancestors.

In Wang Xuanzhi's eyes, Zhou Dao was not just an ordinary strong man whose strength surpassed him.

He is also Li Zangfeng's disciple.

In recent days, there has been a lot of trouble outside, and all major forces are rushing to investigate the identity of Li Zangfeng's disciples.

There were even quite a few big families, disciples of Taoist sects who wanted to fight Li Zangfeng's disciples.

No one knows who is the descendant of this famous Lord Jianzhu.

Wang Xuanzhi knew, but he didn't dare to say a word.

If you say it, it will be a disaster.

But if you don't say it, it's a great opportunity.

Wang Xuanzhi knew very well that the person in the yard had a great prospect and an incomparably bright future, as long as he followed closely, the day when he turned around would not be far away.

"Come in." Zhou Dao's voice came.

Wang Xuanzhi straightened his clothes, cleared his throat, and then carefully opened the door and walked in.

The room is small, the candles are dimly lit, and the layout is extremely simple.

"Lord Zhensi, late at night..." Zhou Dao cut to the chase.

He vaguely knew that Wang Xuanzhi should have come to show his favor, after all, he had already shown his strength.

With such a master hidden in Ping'an Town, and still under his nose, Wang Xuanzhi couldn't be indifferent.

"No, please don't call it that..." Wang Xuanzhi said with a wry smile.

At this time, how could he have the guts to stand up to Zhou Dao's words?

Isn't this a joke?

"You can call me by my name.

"

Zhou Dao nodded, not being hypocritical.

This world is like this, status is matched with strength.

Don't look at Wang Xuanzhi as Zhensi, but in front of Zhou Dao, he naturally bowed his head.

"In the future, when there is no one else, I will call you Xiao Wang." Zhou Dao whispered.

He is very aware of the current situation, and his identity has become a little sensitive.

Li Zangfeng's disciple, this name is not used to bluff people, the whole world is looking for it, digging deep to find it.

At this time, it is even more important to keep a low profile and develop silently.

After that night, Zhou Dao's understanding of this world became clearer, and the Nine Transformations of the Refinement Realm were far from the end.

"It's nothing serious in the future, don't run towards me, everyone is very busy, and they have to go to work tomorrow..." Zhou Dao reminded.

He doesn't want to attract too much attention, the dignified town secretary always looks for the demon master below, and in the middle of the night, when he is seen by his neighbors, he will always gossip.

"I understand." Wang Xuanzhi understood.

He has already made a plan, not to be too eager to flatter, start from the details, accumulate over time, and gradually strengthen his presence in front of Zhou Dao.

"This is Chayueju's dessert, you can try it." Wang Xuanzhi put down the brocade box in his hand.

"Chayueju!?" Zhou Dao remembered.

This is a newly opened high-end dim sum shop in Pingjiang City. It is said that it is extremely popular. There is a long queue in front of the door every day. Many of them come from neighboring cities to queue up, just to buy a box of Chayueju dim sum.

Even, because of this dim sum shop, it also gave birth to scalpers selling accounts as purchasing agents.

Two days ago, Lin Liuli wrote a letter, and mentioned this dim sum, thinking about sending a box to Zhou Dao in two days.

It looks like a box of snacks, but it is thoughtful.

"It's really intentional." Zhou Dao left the snacks and motioned Wang Xuanzhi to sit down.

The two chatted casually.

After all, Wang Xuanzhi came from the imperial capital, he had studied and practiced in Taiji Academy, and his knowledge and demeanor were extraordinary.

Zhou Dao vaguely knew that Wang Xuanzhi seemed to have a rather dark past, like a demon in his heart, entangled for a long time.

"Since I left the imperial capital, I have never gone back." Wang Xuanzhi sighed, with a complex expression flashing in his eyes.

"People, as long as you think about it, you will have hope, and you will always go back." Zhou Dao whispered.

"Has there been any difficult cases in the department recently?" Zhou Dao asked suddenly, changing the subject.

Now, if he wants to improve his strength as soon as possible, he must get more and stronger monsters to sacrifice.

Wang Xuanzhi thought for a while: "Our town doesn't have any, but Dongyang Town has heard that a big case has occurred."

"tell me the story."

"The richest man in Dongyang Town, Tian Youcai suffered from a strange disease three years ago. White spots appeared on his body in large patches. It didn't take long before he even had it on his face. No matter how many doctors he visited, he couldn't cure it. .”

"Two months ago, he met a black-robed Taoist priest who gave him a yellow skin plaster to stick on the affected area..."

The next day, the white spots where the plaster was applied disappeared.

Tian Youcai was overjoyed, and spent a lot of money to buy a lot of these yellow skin plasters from the black-robed Taoist priest.

The black-robed Taoist priest told him to put on a pair every seven days, and then left.

But Tian Youcai felt that the time was too long, and didn't want to wait any longer, so he stuck it all over his body at once.

Sure enough, the medicine cured the disease. The next day, all the white spots on his body disappeared.

Hearing this, Zhou Dao didn't find anything wrong.

He didn't speak, and continued to listen.

"Everything was fine at first, but just over half a month ago, Tian Youcai developed a sarcoma on his neck, which was only the size of a chestnut at first..."

"Who would have thought that the sarcoma would grow bigger and bigger. Seven days ago, it was already the size of a watermelon..."

"Can't it be cut?" Zhou Dao asked.

Wang Xuanzhi shook his head: "The doctor has seen it, the sarcoma is connected to the heart vein, and it can be cut continuously... This is not the most important..."

"Seven days ago, a human face grew out of that tumor!"

"Human face?" Zhou Dao came alive.

The sarcoma growing on the neck has a human face, but I have never heard of it.

"The demon master of Dongyang Town went over to look at it, and found that ordinary methods were useless, and even used talismans, but the tumor didn't have the slightest bit of demonic aura." Wang Xuanzhi was also puzzled.

It stands to reason that this thing should be a monster without a doubt, but the method of Yu Yaosi can't detect it, and even talismans can't dissolve it, which is really weird.

"It's interesting, I probably know what it is." Zhou Dao whispered.

There is no relevant record in the "Monster Yusi Work Manual", but he has seen similar ones in Uncle Qin's "Strange Demon Chronicles".

This is a good thing!

"Xiao Wang, can we in Ping'an Town organize a team to go and observe?" Zhou Dao grinned.

"Watch and learn?" Wang Xuanzhi was stunned, and immediately nodded firmly.

"can!"

...

Pingjiang City.

In Wanhualou, a son came out swayingly, reeking of alcohol.

"Young master Yuan, don't you include nights? Come and play often in the future." Behind him came a sharp greeting.

Yuan Shaoqing had a cold expression on his face, without turning his head, he walked towards the empty street.

These days, he is too melancholic, he has no interest in visiting flower houses, and it is difficult for him to last.

His younger brother died in Ping'an Town.

Uncle Shi died in Ping'an Town.

Even the invited Ming Yunzi died in Ping'an Town.

This made Yuan Shaoqing a little suspicious of life, and that place seemed to overwhelm him.

However, the more this was the case, the more intense the anger in his heart was, wishing he could turn all the rubbish in Ping'an Town into a [stove].

"It's really not possible, go back to Jiguizong to see if I can ask the master to help." Yuan Shaoqing was thinking in his heart.

At this moment, a person walked in front of him, his figure was nothing, and his speed was extremely fast, passing him by like a gust of wind.

After all, Yuan Shaoqing was a master of the seven transformations of the refining realm, and he felt strange, but when he turned around, he was a Taoist in black robes.

He faintly felt that this Taoist was extraordinary.

"Brother Dao, please stay!" Yuan Shaoqing sent out an invitation.