Reincarnation of Terror: a Hundred Times Reward

"Sure enough... Even if you look at it carefully again, you can't see anything."

Uncle Jiu muttered, feeling even more surprised in his heart.

Such supernatural powers are really extraordinary!

Boom boom boom...

The wooden door of Yizhuang was not closed. After Ren Tingting knocked on the door, she walked in with a smile.

In her hand, she also carried a small basket containing the snacks she made herself.

"Hi Uncle Jiu, is brother Lin Chuan there?"

Hearing this, Uncle Jiu glanced at her, feeling amused in his heart.

He knew a long time ago that with Lin Chuan's talent and strength, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a dragon and a phoenix among people.

Before, the Ren family looked down on his disciple in every possible way, but now they are eager to turn Ren Tingting upside down.

Master Ren's face is really snobbish.

However, he does not intervene or intervene in the emotional entanglements of the young people, and just let the young people handle it by themselves.

So, after withdrawing his mind, his tone was neither salty nor weak.

"He's gone again, and it's uncertain when he'll be back."

"OK then……"

Ren Tingting bit her lips lightly, with a disheartened face, and left with disappointment.

After Ren Tingting left, Uncle Jiu closed the wooden door and pondered for a moment.

Instead of letting these secular people hook up with his disciple.

How about, as a master, choose a better one for the gatekeeper?

It is said that……

There is a family of exorcising evil in the north, named Ma Shi, the only daughter of Ma Shi, who looks like a fairy and is extremely talented in Taoism.

The two are a good match.

Although, as a master, he doesn't intervene in emotional matters, but it's okay to help his disciples find a few more candidates.

Thinking of this, Uncle Jiu burst into laughter.

...

Main world, inside the funeral shop.

Lin Chuan's consciousness gradually recovered.

He has exited the world of Uncle Nine and returned to the real world.

Looking at the time, it was still noon.

It will take another six days of late nights to activate the fourth copy for customs clearance.

At the same time, outside the funeral shop.

Daoist Changkong, with his apprentice Li Xiaolin, has been waiting from nine o'clock in the morning to twelve o'clock in the noon.

A full three hours.

"Master, why don't we just knock on the door?"

Li Xiaolin was getting impatient.

"No! The expert may be practicing, or he may be resting. It is already rude for us to rush to the door. How can we knock on the door casually? What if the expert is angered?"

"You know, we came to apologize today!"

Daoist Changkong scolded Li Xiaolin with a straight face.

Two people, continue to wait patiently.

Another hour passed.

There was still no sign of the funeral shop opening.

At this time, a woman who lived nearby came hurriedly.

When he came outside the Baishi shop, he raised his palm and slammed on the iron door without any hesitation.

"Lin Chuan Lin Chuan, the door is open for business."

"coming."

Inside the funeral shop, Lin Chuan's voice came, and then the iron door was pulled open.

The woman hurried in.

After a while, he came out with a big bag full of Mingbi treasures and left in a hurry.

"master."

Li Xiaolin held back her anger, her brows twitched, "If I had knocked on the door just now, we wouldn't have to wait for four hours!"

"Ahem, being a teacher is also out of politeness."

Daoist Changkong smiled awkwardly.

Then he settled down and took Li Xiaolin into the Baishi shop.

Inside the store, Lin Chuan was standing at the cashier counter.

Seeing the two people who came in, there was a hint of enlightenment in their eyes.

The higher the level of Taoism, the more acute the perception of spiritual power.

Sure enough, there is a small amount of spiritual power in these two people, and they are people of Taoism.

However, the spiritual power is too low.

In addition, last time Lin Chuan himself was not as strong as today.

It's normal to look away, and treat these two people as charlatans.

"boss."