Global Game: Get Chaos Eucharist at the start

“Master, uncle, please drink tea…” Zhang Shaoyang carried the teapot, poured a cup of tea for the Ninth Uncle and the Four Eyes Daoist, and then stood respectfully behind the Ninth Uncle.

“Sit down, there are no outsiders, don’t care about those false manners…”

Seeing Zhang Shaoyang’s actions, Ninth Uncle became more and more satisfied with this newly accepted disciple in his heart.

“How to deal with Old Lady Ren, what do you suggest?”

After Zhang Shaoyang sat down, Ninth Uncle took a sip of tea and asked.

This apprentice of his own is flexible and alert, and Ninth Uncle naturally wants to hear his opinion of Ren Weiyong and the corpse raising sect master behind him.

“When a disciple first enters the Xuanmen, he does not understand the various forces and rules of the cultivation world, so where dare to make any suggestions…”

“It’s just a little immature opinion, it’s not right, please master, uncle don’t be strange!”

Hearing this, Zhang Shaoyang got up and gave a Taoist salute to the Four Eyes Daoist Elder and the Ninth Uncle.

The game world is honored by various sects, and the more ancient schools are inherited, the more attention is paid to the rules.

The growth and youth are orderly, the etiquette cannot be wasted, Zhang Shaoyang will not be as big or small as the movie Chinese Cai and Qiu Sheng.

“Not humble and unassuming, courteous… Congratulations Senior Brother, there are people in the future…”

Seeing this, the envy in the eyes of the four-eyed Daoist was almost overflowing, and he praised it for the second time.

People are afraid of comparison, compared to Zhang Shaoyang, Wencai and Jiale, they are simply useless.

“Let you say it, where are so many false rules…” Ninth Uncle glared at Zhang Shaoyang angrily.

“Hey, hey… Master, then I’ll say it bluntly…”

“Dare to ask Master, how long have you been in Renjia Town?” Han scratched his head with a smile, and then Zhang Shaoyang’s face straightened.

“What do you ask this for?”

“The years are long, carefully calculated, it has been more than twenty years…” Hearing this, Ninth Uncle was stunned, and a trace of reminiscence appeared on his random face.

At that time, he was still a handsome young Taoist, and her lotus sister had not yet married….

It was his lost youth.

“Twenty years? Old Lady Ren seems to have been dead for exactly twenty years…”

“Master, I dare to assert that Mr. Feng Shui is definitely not simply for refining a silver-armored corpse king.”

I didn’t know that the Ninth Uncle had fallen into the recollection of the past, and after hearing his words, Zhang Shaoyang’s eyes couldn’t help but flash a trace of essence.

“Oh? Tell me? Ninth Uncle and Four Eyes Daoist subconsciously glanced at each other.

“Master has already come to Renjia Town twenty years ago, if the other party is to refine the corpse, he will definitely not let Ren Fa move the coffin twenty years later…”

“Because you are the mayor of Renjia Town, once the Ren family moves the grave, Master Ren will definitely ask for you.”

“Master is a master of Mao Mountain, with your cultivation, how can you not detect that Old Lady Ren has changed into a corpse?”

“At this point, even I, a fledgling brat, can think that a corpse raising sect master who has been immersed in evil arts for many years will not know?”

“In my opinion, the other party’s move is probably more to distract the master’s attention in order to achieve some ulterior purpose.”

After saying the thoughts in his heart, Zhang Shaoyang sat back in his chair and did not say more.

At this moment, the eyes of the Four Eyes Dao Elder and the Ninth Uncle were full of shock.

They knew the inside story, so they had some doubts about Mr. Feng Shui’s purpose, but Zhang Shaoyang could only speculate to this extent through a little clue on the surface, how could this not surprise Ninth Uncle.

“Master help, help…”

Just as Si Mu and Ninth Uncle looked at Zhang Shaoyang with shocked faces, a cry for help suddenly came from the morgue.

“It’s not good, something happened.”

The faces of the Ninth Uncle and the Four Eyes Daoist couldn’t help but change, and they were just getting up, but they saw a black shadow rushing out in front of them.

When the two brothers rushed to the morgue, the dozen bosses of the four-eyed Daoist had all been lying on the ground with scorched bodies, convulsing constantly.

“Oh, my boss…”

Looking at the “bosses” whose corpses flashed with arcs, the four-eyed prefect screamed miserably and hurriedly checked the situation of the bosses.

“What the hell is going on?”

Ninth Uncle looked at Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng, and said angrily with a black face.

Qiu Sheng had zombie makeup painted on his face, and Wen Cai looked shocked, and he didn’t need to think about who caused the mess.

“It’s none of my business, it’s Qiusheng he…” Wen Cai shrunk his neck and explained the matter aggrievedly.

“Make no mistake, you guys are making fun of my boss…”

“Senior nephew Shaoyang, your hand is too heavy, and the corpse qi is scattered…”

Glaring at Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai, the four-eyed Dao Chief looked at Zhang Shaoyang with a resentful expression.

Don’t look at these bosses of his, they seem to be quite complete, but the corpse qi in his body has long been dispersed by the power of domineering thunder and lightning.

In other words, these bosses of his have now completely turned into corpses and are completely dead.

“Ahem… Senior Uncle Shimoku, I’m afraid that the senior brothers will be injured, so the shot is a little heavier…”

“I am willing to compensate…”

Looking at the plot points on the attribute panel that had risen to more than 200, Zhang Shaoyang secretly said in his heart, “Thank you for the small gift sent by Simu Lao Tie.”

On the surface, it is full of apologies.