Horror Recovery: I Became a Spiritual Instructor

"The priesthood of the three hundred gods is different, and each of them performs their duties. If we really want to talk about it in detail, one night today may not be enough."

Looking at the expressions of the two people in front of him, Zhang Yang was silent for a while, and then said: "If you want to know more, I can talk to you in detail when I have a chance."

Having said so much, Wang Gan and Mr. Tang naturally couldn't continue to ask more questions, so they could only look at each other, seeing that it was getting late, and then took the spell given by Zhang Yang, one by one Then walked out of the room.

Seeing that Wang Qian was about to walk out the door, Zhang Yang suddenly said, "By the way, do you want to continue filming tomorrow morning?"

Suddenly remembered that I still don't know tomorrow's itinerary.

Wang Gan turned around, feeling a little puzzled: "Tomorrow, Mr. Zhang can rest in his room for a day, and everything can be arranged according to Mr. Zhang's wishes."

Unknowingly, the attitude seems to be a little more respectful.

Zhang Yang subtly noticed this, and paused: "I may have to go out tomorrow morning."

He was still thinking about buying things for the little zombies in the house. Naturally, it was not easy to tell the people in front of him about such things, so Zhang Yang could only explain vaguely.

Wang Gan nodded knowingly, and then took out a card from his pocket: "This is Mr. Zhang's reward. I don't know where Mr. Zhang is going tomorrow? I can arrange someone to pick him up."

As expected of the chairman, he realized that Zhang Yang wanted to act on his own almost immediately.

Keen didn't ask too much, but left the room after putting down the reward.

Elder Tang waited not far away for a while: "Just let him go out alone, okay?"

Wang Gan smiled: "Since we have to win over each other, if we don't even have this bit of sincerity, I think it will not be easy to keep Zhang Yang."

Elder Tang heaved a sigh of relief, looking at the spell in his hand: "Forget it, we owe him a favor now."

Early the next morning.

Zhang Yang went out alone, without letting the driver arranged by Wang Gan follow him, and walked around to a nearby market by himself.

Pick and choose bought a few rabbits, and soon returned to the hotel where I stayed.

Seeing Xiaohong hugging a few rabbits and drinking to her heart's content, Zhang Yang rubbed the center of his brows with some headaches as he wondered how to deal with the pile of rabbit corpses.

"Host, these rabbits can be recycled."

The system suddenly spoke, which surprised Zhang Yang: "Are you sure?"

"The host can choose to submit or not. After submitting, the corresponding points can be obtained."

Is there such a good thing?

Obtaining points is inherently difficult. Zhang Yang watched Xiaohong drink the last one, and nodded without hesitation: "Then, submit it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he watched the rabbits in front of him suddenly disappear into the air.

"Confirm that the host submitted the item, and has obtained points 0001."

Zhang Yang opened his mouth: "Ah..."

"Are these rabbits... so worthless?"

The voice of the system is very calm: "Yes, the points will be obtained according to the conversion of the submitted items, and the confirmation points will be 0001."

"All right……"

The helpless Zhang Yang could only give a wry smile, and stretched out his hand to touch Xiaohong who was still a little confused.

He should have figured it out a long time ago, there is no such thing as a free lunch in this world.

"Mr. Zhang!"

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, Zhang Yang stretched out his hand and pushed Xiaohong: "Go and hide obediently, wait a minute, don't come out without my order."

Xiaohong jumped and hid in the cabinet.

Zhang Yang opened some curtains, and only then did the sunlight from outside completely fill the room.

Outside the door were Mr. Tang and Wang Gan with ugly faces.

"what happened?"

"Mr. Zhang, we still want to invite you to visit the old castle yesterday..."

Zhang Yang frowned.

He and the person in front of him came to the old castle yesterday.

The yin energy that was almost so gloomy that it was about to condense into substance rushed towards his face the moment he got off the car, and the surrounding air seemed to be forced to drop a lot.

Zhang Yang quietly made a trick for himself, and the discomfort caused by the surrounding Yin Qi dissipated a lot.

Just looking at the trembling of the two people behind him, Zhang Yang simply waved his hand and took out the cleansing technique.

"Lingbao Tianzun, comfort the figure. The soul of the disciple, the five internal organs are mysterious, clear!"

Both of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and nodded gratefully at Zhang Yang.

"Since the zombies in the castle yesterday have been eliminated, logically speaking, it should not be possible to condense so much Yin Qi in one night."

When Zhang Yang entered the castle, before he opened the door, he heard Xun Jia's annoying voice suddenly.

"Isn't it your fault?"

Looking back, Xun Jia, who didn't know when he arrived, stood not far away with a pale face, with a strange look on his face: "If it wasn't because you didn't completely deal with this zombie yesterday, and only talked about the so-called seal, here's another How could it have become like this?"

"Aren't you responsible for all this now?"

After saying these words, Wang Gan and Elder Tang's complexions became a lot ugly.

"Old Xun, what are you talking about?"

Xun Jia sneered, but didn't approach them: "Aren't I telling the truth?"

Wang Gan frowned: "Mr. Zhang's actions were carried out with our acquiescence. According to your logic, is it also our fault that this place has become like this?"

"I……"

Of course Xun Jia did not dare to say that all these faults were related to Wang Gan.

Zhang Yang glanced at him and understood that this guy was bullying and afraid of being tough. He didn't dare to offend the chairman, so he mocked him.

"Standing here...don't you feel uncomfortable?"

Although he didn't like this person, the sudden and silent appearance of the other party really made Zhang Yang a little vigilant. After frowning and looking at him carefully, Zhang Yang's expression changed.

"When you came here before, what did you touch?"

Xun Jia's expression was a little unnatural: "I touched something, does it have anything to do with you?"

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Yang took two steps towards this person, not surprised to see Xun Jia backed away a little unnaturally, trying to distance himself.

At that time, Wang Gan and Elder Tang also reacted.

"Xun's surname! What did you touch that shouldn't be touched?"

Xun Jia gritted his teeth, passed Zhang Yang's gaze, resisted the pressure of several people watching, and finally said unwillingly: "I just came to check the situation! What can I touch? Just open the door and go inside It's only a few steps away!"

Zhang Yang interrupted him: "Isn't it? Or are you so afraid of what we will do?"

"Thorn..."

Before the two people behind him could react, Zhang Yang called out the mahogany sword at some point, stretched out his hand, and slashed Xun Jia's arm.