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

Zhao Longcheng had only one breath left and begged Zhang Lingchuan to save his life.

But Zhang Lingchuan looked at Zhao Longcheng with a cold face and said.

"Taoist Master Xuanqing treats me like my own son. If you killed him, I will demand your life to pay for it!"

When he heard this, Zhao Longcheng had an extremely complicated expression on his face, and then he suddenly burst into laughter.

"Zhang Lingchuan, you are so stupid."

"Do you really think he is dead?"

Zhang Lingchuan looked stern: "What do you mean?"

Zhao Longcheng was unable to say the rest of his words before he was squeezed hard by the black snake and died on the spot.

I was surrounded by several people with ghost faces, and I was besieged in a hurry.

As a result, the paper man was still giggling happily.

I was so angry: "Hey, why are you like this? If you don't want to help, don't laugh at me."

The paper man tilted his head and smiled happily: "It's nothing, just looking at you in such a hurry, you look a bit like Lingchuan back then."

"He was only a half-grown boy at that time. After I entered the tomb, everything he saw was new."

Half-grown boy, entering the grave?

The more I listened, the more something felt wrong.

But I was overwhelmed by the dozen or so ghost-faced Rakshasa.

After seeing Zhao Longcheng die, I shouted Black Snake.

The one was black all over and had golden scales flashing as it rushed towards the dozen ghost-faced Rakshasa.

It roared and took everyone in its bag.

I sighed deeply, clapped my hands and said, "Perfect."

The paper man snorted coldly: "The look of this stinky fart is exactly the same as him. It is indeed a master-disciple relationship, and the same is true for this temperament and appearance that has been passed down for thousands of years."

Inherited for thousands of years?

These four words made me frown: "What did you say? What about a thousand years?"

There is no one around here except Zhang Lingchuan and me.

He walked up to me with a frown and asked, "Who are you talking to?"

I was about to speak, but I saw the paper man shaking his head.

"Forget it, you'd better not tell him. There are so many things that he can't figure out now. Why should he be distracted by my affairs again."

In this case.

I turned directly to Zhang Lingchuan and said, "Boss, I saw Zhao Cheng."

As soon as these words came out, both Zhang Lingchuan and Zhao Cheng were shocked.

"Where is he?"

"How do you know it was me?"

I sighed, and while walking back with Zhang Lingchuan, I told him what I saw and heard tonight.

The more Zhang Lingchuan listened, the darker his face became.

Immediately afterwards, he said something: "When a person dies, he becomes a ghost; when a ghost dies, he becomes a ghost; when a ghost dies, he becomes a hope; when a hope dies, he becomes a disaster; when a ghost dies, he becomes a stranger."

"Perhaps what you saw was not a ghost, but the legendary devil."

I was confused: "So, Zhao Cheng is actually the form of a ghost after his death?"

I turned to look at the paper man, and he sighed and said nothing.

In fact, this is easy to understand.

Just like when a person dies, he becomes a ghost. Ghosts can see people, but ordinary people cannot see ghosts.

The same is true for this.

I just don't know why, but I can see him.

Zhang Lingchuan asked me to point him in the direction of Zhao Cheng. I stretched out my finger and pointed in the direction of the paper man.

Zhang Lingchuan knelt down in that direction with a normal sound, and then said heavily: "Brother Cheng——"

Zhao Cheng sighed: "Hey, you are visiting my grave."

I scratched my head: "It seems like there's nothing wrong with it."

Then Zhang Lingchuan reached out and hit me on the head: "Didn't I tell you not to follow me out?"

I turned to look at the wound on his chest and said coldly: "If I didn't come, I'm afraid you would be killed by them."

"What happened to your wound? Why are you still bleeding?"

Zhang Lingchuan lowered his head and glanced at his chest, and said to me calmly: "I don't know what they used. Once this talisman is inserted into the wound, it will be difficult to heal."

I frowned: "How could this happen? Let's go back quickly and let Po Meng take a look at your injury."

Zhang Lingchuan hummed and did not dwell on the issue.

But along the way, he had a pleasant chat with Zhao Cheng through my mouth.

They were just talking about how Zhao Cheng escaped from that immortal tomb all these years, and how he became what he is now.

Although I was just passing on the message, the more I listened, the more uncomfortable I became.

Over the years, he has never given up on himself, even though he has become like this.

But he could only watch helplessly as the fake Zhao Cheng occupied his body, pressed against his face, and did evil things.

It's quite sad to hear.

During the conversation, we had already reached the intersection of Funeral Street, and Zhang Lingchuan noticed something was wrong inside in just a moment.

"Be careful, it smells of blood."

We looked at each other and hurried in, only to see Old Man Wang covered in blood standing at the street entrance with a coffin upright.

Zhang Lingchuan hurriedly stepped forward: "Old man, are you okay?"

He gasped, tremblingly, and pointed forward.

"He...he's coming..."

Who is he?

Before we had time to ask, Old Wang, the owner of the coffin shop, died right before our eyes.

"Old man Wang!"

I anxiously stepped forward to check on his injuries, but found that he had already died.

Zhang Lingchuan reached out and closed his eyes, and said with a sad face: "Old Wang, have a good journey."

"boss--"

He clenched his hands into fists, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably: "Someone broke into the funeral street, and he was a very scary person. They started the strangulation array in the funeral street."

"Once the formation is in operation, you can only get in but not get out."

"Old man Wang, this is defending the formation with your life!"

We continued to move forward, only to see bright red blood stains everywhere on the funeral street.

Funeral Street has always been an extremely powerful presence since I can remember it.

No matter how powerful the force is, they dare not enter here to cause trouble.

But tonight is destined to be unusual.

A scream was heard, and Shen Tairan and Liu Mazi fell to the ground, seriously injured.

I heard a roar and saw a figure walking into our incense shop.

"Oops, Zheng Yuan is still inside!"

We rushed forward and saw a very tall monster with an unrecognizable body reaching out to Zheng Yuan.

At this time, we heard him faintly say: "No shame, clever eyes, never give up, what a bullshit road to immortality, I will beat you all to pieces!"

Then he raised his hand and was about to slap Zheng Yuan on the head.

At this moment, with lightning speed, Kong Sanniang appeared and slapped Zheng Yuan hard, resulting in vomiting blood on the spot.

Zhang Lingchuan and I picked up the ink brush and rushed forward.

Zhang Lingchuan shouted loudly, his eyes turned red, and he was about to kill this monster.

But for the moment when Mo Dou was on the line, it had no effect.

While we were stunned, the man suddenly turned around and revealed a face we had never expected.

"Taoist Master Xuanqing..." I said in shock, but met his dark smile.

"Xiao Lingchuan, long time no see."

Zhang Lingchuan froze on the spot, unable to speak for a long time.

"how so……"

Taoist priest Xuanqing stretched out his stiffened fingernails: "Of course it's because I've awakened a long time ago."

"Zhang Lingchuan——"

"No, I should call you by your name from thousands of years ago, Taoist Lu Ya."

"When you got Fuxi to preach, you designed an immortality bureau to prevent us from seizing immortality and tried to lure us into zombies."

"Who knew, we would still meet."