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

I was dumbfounded.

"Brother Huaimin, why do you sneak out of the incense shop every day just to fight ghosts?"

Zheng Huaimin pursed his lips and glared at me sideways.

"Yu Baiwan, why are you talking?"

"What is a fight?"

"This is what I call maintaining order in the underworld!"

Zhang Lingchuan was half squatting, holding a piece of paper money in his hand, laughing so hard.

"Old Zheng, the order of the underworld will be maintained by ghosts and soldiers in the underworld."

"There is no need for your remnant soul to start a war here."

Zheng Huaimin just snorted coldly, and then stretched his hand forward: "My younger brother in the world has burned the gold and silver treasures I promised you. You can go ahead and get it for yourselves."

The wandering souls hiding behind Zheng Huaimin surged forward after hearing these words.

This kind of scene where an evil spirit pounces on its food is really rare for me.

After Zhang Lingchuan finished burning the things, he clapped his hands and stood up.

"Well, Zheng Huaimin, you asked me to come out to rescue you in the middle of the night, just to let us make you look good, right?"

Zheng Huaimin sighed helplessly.

"Ghosts in today's society are just like people. If you don't have money, they won't bother you at all."

He shrugged his shoulders.

"I was forced to have no choice, so I asked you to support me."

"At worst, when you need it in the future, I will bring my gang of boys over to support you."

Zhang Lingchuan rolled his eyes: "You really think you are the boss of ghosts, right?"

After the ghosts took the things, they bowed even more to Zheng Huaimin and called him in a sinister voice: "Boss——"

Zheng Huaimin cleared his throat and said to the gang of ghosts: "I will definitely do what I promised. Anyway, someone will burn incense and candles for you on the 15th day of the new year. You can just come here regularly to collect money."

"Follow me and you won't be able to harass the surrounding residents again!"

"Oh and also, this is a society ruled by law. Don't say you are the boss. It sounds awkward. When you see me from now on, call me Officer Zheng."

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand to signal the wandering souls to retreat.

As a gust of dark wind blew, the ghost figures gradually dispersed.

Zhang Lingchuan showed a toothache expression.

"No wonder I heard from a kid a while ago that a little ghost king appeared in a few streets outside the funeral street."

"This little ghost king provokes the wandering spirits in this street every night."

"I didn't expect that this legendary little ghost king is you, Zheng Huaimin."

Zheng Huaimin said confidently: "So what, anyway, I think I didn't do anything wrong."

"You always told me that there is no connection between the Yin and Yang worlds, and the underworld has its own order. But Zhang Lingchuan, since my death, I haven't even seen the shadow of a ghost."

"These wandering spirits are wandering in the world, and their grievances are getting stronger day by day, and they will harm the people. If I don't stand up and take care of it, who can take care of it?"

Zheng Huaimin's words were so powerful that I couldn't refute them.

Even Zhang Lingchuan sighed: "I admit that what you said is right."

"But Zheng Huaimin, if you are so pushy, you will hurt yourself sooner or later."

"If the name Little Ghost King reaches the ears of the Special Investigation Bureau, do you know what it means?"

After hearing this, Zheng Huaimin lowered his head and became silent.

After the two were in a stalemate for a few seconds, Zhang Lingchuan gave in.

"Forget it, forget it, you are mine."

"You can be the little devil king if you like. Anyway, no matter what the special investigation bureau or the Taoist League is, if they dare to make a fuss about this matter, I will fight them hard."

After hearing this, Zheng Huaimin raised his head again.

He smiled very heartily this time: "Lao Zhang, thank you. You are indeed my good brother."

Zhang Lingchuan just rolled his eyes and replied: "Big idiot."

After doing these things, we headed back home.

Zheng Huaimin also followed us obediently and slowly floated over.

Early the next morning, before it was fully light, we were ready to set off.

Zhang Lingchuan's off-road vehicle has been modified and it is no problem to cross mountains and ridges.

However, I saw him constantly loading various small parts into the trunk of the car.

What kind of iron, jade, and even various weapons that I can't name.

"Boss, are we bringing these things to support Qianjimen?"

Zhang Lingchuan shook his head and said with a heavy expression: "These things were brought over to fight with those old men."

I looked at the mess of shit with a blank expression.

"Boss, I don't think we can do anything like Qianjimen with what we have."

Zhang Lingchuan raised his head helplessly and sighed: "Without this, we would have been beaten into pieces before we found those old men."

After hearing this, Yan Shifang and Kong Sanniang looked at each other.

The matter has come to this, there is no point in being afraid.

The four of us got into the car and drove in the direction of Thousand Planes Gate.

In the car, Kong Sanniang vividly told us how Dr. Weimen became terminally ill and died without treatment in full view of the public.

Then he started to explain how those famous ghost hunters fell into the hands of evil spirits and died miserably.

This made me look serious.

Zhang Lingchuan was more optimistic. He whistled all the way while driving.

"Don't worry. Although Qianji Sect's talent has withered, there are only a few old men left to guard it."

"However, after they have lived for so many years, they have almost become human spirits."

"You won't fall for it so easily."

Kong Sanniang said worriedly: "That's not necessarily the case."

"None of us are masters at stealing. Who knew that the boat would capsize in the gutter?"

"Capsized in the gutter?" Zhang Lingchuan chuckled.

"Actually, we all thought the Grimace Rakshasa was too scary."

When Yan Shifang heard this, he immediately asked: "Brother Lingchuan, what do you mean by this?"

He still looked ahead seriously and drove slowly.

"Everyone in the thieves has their own unique skills, so it is naturally difficult for outsiders to steal your things."

"But, have you ever thought about what if the person who does it happens to be someone from your sect? Then, wouldn't it be much easier to do this?"

Kong Sanniang immediately looked serious: "You mean, there is a traitor in our house?"

"I mean, it's not just you who stole the door. The entire eight gates of Jianghu have been infiltrated by the people of Ghostface Rakshasa."

"Behind these prophecies, there is nothing more than a bunch of traitors trying to seize power and usurp the throne."

"The scariest thing about this incident is not the illusory face, but the person who harmed us, who is probably the person closest to us."

Yan Shifang had a cold face and could not hide the murderous look in his eyes.

"If I find out that traitor, his life will be worse than death!"

I know that people will not be defensive only to those closest to them.

It really complies with the saying, beware day and night, it is difficult to guard against people's hearts.