Reincarnation of Terror: a Hundred Times Reward

"It's just this one, how much is it... one million, ten million, or one hundred million?"

Changkong Taoist thought carefully.

"Expensive?"

Lin Chuan frowned.

When he heard Lin Chuan's words, Daoist Changkong, who was still thinking, trembled all over, and felt as if his heart had been hit by a heavy hammer.

Expensive?

not expensive!

It's not expensive to give more!

There is one such talisman.

For people, it can save your life!

The Taoist temple can be defended!

With a talisman in hand, it can suppress a place of demons and destroy a place of fierce ghosts, no matter how expensive it is!

He understands and enlightens.

This does not refer to how much money.

but refers to...

everything! !

This expert is testing him to see if he is willing to sacrifice everything for the sake of seeking a talisman!

Changkong said, slowly closing his eyes.

When he opened it again, his eyes revealed a trace of clarity.

After that, he picked up his mobile phone and did some operations, transferring the balance of all the bank cards under his name into one.

Then, take out the bank card.

With an extremely respectful attitude, he handed the bank card to Lin Chuan with both hands.

"The password is six ones, this is... my everything, can you give me a free gift?"

"weird."

Lin Chuan took the bank card.

The performance of these two masters and apprentices is not guaranteed to be mentally ill.

Just send them off early.

After loading the coins, Lin Chuan picked out a mediocre Nine Heavens Thunder Talisman from the drawer, put them together, and handed them to Daoist Changkong.

Daoist Changkong took it and paid homage to Xie Linchuan again and again.

After that, he took Li Xiaolin away.

"It's really ink, one hundred yuan is returned to the bank card... Is it true that everyone has been well-informed recently, and it's hard for charlatans to make money."

Lin Chuan was helpless.

Outside the funeral shop, Taoist Changkong held the Nine Heavens Thunder Talisman tightly, as if he had found a treasure.

"Master, how much did you give?" Li Xiaolin was curious.

"My everything... probably more than 200 million."

Fifty years of exorcising demons and exorcising ghosts, even if not for fame and fortune, he has accumulated a net worth of more than 200 million yuan.

All the accumulation is in Cary.

He gave it all to Lin Chuan.

Daoist Changkong didn't regret it at all.

"Our Daokong Temple finally has something to inherit!".

Chapter Thirty-one: A new copy, A Chinese Story of a Chinese Girl

night.

The Linchuan store is closed and locked.

The state of the whole person has returned to its best.

Wait until one past twelve.

The system sound sounded in time.

[Ding, the dungeon of ghosts and gods has been refreshed, do you want to draw a new raidable dungeon? 】

Lin Chuan took a deep breath.

draw!

【Drawing...】

[Ding, the world of a Chinese girl is drawn]

[Requirements for customs clearance: Survive for 30 days. During this period, different grades of rewards will be issued according to the quantity and quality of the evil spirits killed by the host]

【Do you want to enter? 】

"A Chinese Story, it should be A Chinese Ghost Story."

"I just don't know, which one of A Chinese Girl's movie it is."

Lin Chuan is naturally no stranger to this drama.

If Uncle Jiu is the male god of childhood.

That beautiful and resentful Qiannv is definitely the first goddess of childhood.

And this world is even older than the world of Uncle Nine.

It happened in the ancient melee period, but the exact time is unknown.

In the play, villains are rampant and demons are everywhere.