On the day I left school, I knocked all the relatives in the hospital to death

The white-haired old man didn't get angry after hearing this, but actually laughed out loud.

"Zhang Lingchuan, actually sometimes I admire the youthful spirit in you, as if I have seen the old me."

"So simple, so naive. So stupid to think that you can change the world just by relying on your own power."

"But this is a world where the weak eat the strong. The big fish eats the small fish, and the small fish eats the shrimp. It is natural that the weak can be dominated by the strong."

I hate it when such sanctimonious people come to preach. I kept looking at Zhang Lingchuan to indicate that it was time for him to take a stand.

But Zhang Lingchuan's eyes fell on the old man and he spoke calmly.

"Old man, although I don't know your origin, I am really curious."

"What do you, a group of pampered wealthy nobles, have to fight against the Grimace Rakshasa? And what can I gain by joining you?"

Talking about this picture of Lingchuan, the gangster laughed out loud: "You can't say that you are going to reveal all your trump cards. You are hiding them tightly. This is not the attitude that a partner should have."

When I heard this, I knew that Zhang Lingchuan was trying to make excuses.

But all the people present are old foxes.

They don't declare themselves easily.

The white-haired old man also calmly practiced Tai Chi and turned the conversation back to us.

"Our trump card can naturally only be disclosed to our partners."

"If you are willing to join, Mr. Zhang, then I can promise that you can enjoy all the resources we have captured."

As soon as these words came out, everyone present took a breath.

Qin Shuba even expressed his dissent on the spot.

"Sir, this young boy has ruined our good deeds several times. It is a gift that we are willing to bring him into our group regardless of our previous grudges."

"How can we let him enjoy all our resources?"

"It's not fair to the other brothers!"

Qin Shuba must have a grudge against us because of what happened to his daughter and son-in-law.

But their pile of resources is nothing more than some reagents that can turn people into monsters.

We're not interested in this stuff.

The white-haired old man responded mercilessly to Qin Shubei: "Since we can be destroyed repeatedly, it means that our skills are not as good as others. What should we be dissatisfied with?"

"I have always valued useful people. Although you have followed me for a long time, if you are no longer useful, I will not keep you."

Qin Shubai sat back angrily.

Regarding this, Zhang Lingchuan still asked curiously: "Why do you have to find us to join the gang?"

He smiled softly: "Of course it's because you and Ghost Face have a deep hatred. The enemies of my enemies should be friends, right?"

As he spoke, he took out a bunch of photos from his pocket.

The moment Zhang Lingchuan saw the pile of photos, his eyes narrowed.

He asked where the photo came from.

The old man said: "After the Ghostface Rakshasa implants these ghost things into people, it will regularly send people to observe all their changes. So every once in a while, a photo will be updated. It will not be released until the person is completely dead. Imprisonment."

I followed Zhang Lingchuan's gaze and found that all the photos above were of Taoist priest Xuanqing.

There is the image of him bending down to sweep the floor in the Taoist temple, and there is also the image of him walking around with cats and dogs inside.

Judging from the photos, he is a very kind old man.

Each of these photos can be linked together to form the daily routine of Taoist Master Xuanqing when he is at the Taoist temple.

But the further back he looked, the uglier Taoist Xuanqing's face became.

He becomes painful, screams, and even tries to gouge out the marks on his arm with a dagger.

No matter what he did, it was of no avail, and he finally died helplessly in front of the statue.

The white-haired old man has a kind face, but he reveals a kind of majesty in his inadvertent movements.

"I heard that Taoist Master Xuanqing is a highly respected Taoist master. However, none of the Taoist gods he has believed in all his life can come out to save him when he is isolated and helpless."

"If you ask me, what's the good thing about believing in gods? It's better to ask for gods than to ask for yourself!"

"Zhang Lingchuan, whether you understand it or not, everything I am doing now is for the sake of our entire Middle-earth. I want to build a brand new country so that all the people of Middle-earth will no longer be restrained by others."

Zhang Lingchuan sneered in response: "It's a brand new country again. I'm almost tired of hearing this kind of nonsense."

"In the final analysis, what you are doing is no different from those Grimace Rakshasas."

The white-haired old man smiled slightly: "No, no, no, what we want to do is much greater than them. Those idiots are trying hard to seek immortality just to resurrect those so-called gods in ancient times."

Ancient...god?

Hearing this, Zhang Lingchuan and I looked at each other.

I couldn't help but laugh out loud: "To be honest, I have never seen a so-called immortal in all my years in the industry."

Zhang Lingchuan took over: "Who says it's not the case?"

However, from this line of dialogue, we can infer that the ultimate goal of those ghost-faced Rakshasa is to welcome back the gods from ancient times.

Even gods and gods cannot avoid death.

So, do they have to use this method to select a suitable body for rebirth?

Suddenly there was a chill behind me.

So, is the so-called true preaching of God really preaching? Or because they were taken away.

Before I could recover from these speculations, I heard the white-haired old man continue to speak: "To tell you the truth, what we are going to do is much greater than those ghost faces!"

"We participate in genetic modification and improve our human bodies. Let us become our own gods!"

He was so excited that I just thought he was going crazy.

Zhang Lingchuan lowered his head and took the photos on the table into his pocket.

Ask him: "If I join you, the first thing I have to do is to destroy the Ghostface Rakshasa. Can you fully cooperate with me?"

The white-haired old man was very excited: "Of course."

"In the past, we were weak and could only become their vassals. But now what we have to do is to overthrow their control."

"In order for more people not to become donors to the so-called ancient gods, we are naturally at odds with the Grimace Rakshasa!"

"This is a great project of ours, striving for the happiness of the entire human race."

Everyone present also shouted: "Fight for the happiness of all mankind!"

Hearing this, Zhang Lingchuan nodded: "Then we can cooperate first."

"What do you want?"

The white-haired old man smiled slightly: "I like smart people like you."

"We need all the records about the refining of elixirs in "Fuxi Secret Treasures"."

Zhang Lingchuan nodded directly without thinking.

"In exchange, I hope to get information from you about all the Ghostface Rakshasas, all of them!"