The ghost carrying the coffin of a dragon giving birth to a son

"Lao Lin, how are you? Don't scare me!"

The monkey shouted, crying, and hurried over to help me up.

I laughed and cursed:

"Isn't it embarrassing for a grown man like you to cry?"

The monkey turned away, then chuckled and said:

"Aren't I worried about you? If you are going to die, who will take me to the end of the world with my sword?"

I laughed and said:

"I'm very lucky, I can't die."

"I used a secret technique and my body is a little weak. I will be fine after taking a rest."

After making sure that I was fine, Monkey finally felt relieved.

He said:

"Lao Lin, Yang Wenxuan is dead, we won."

I smiled and nodded:

"Monkey, please take care of this."

I lay on the ground to rest while the monkey processed the scene.

Thinking of what I had just experienced, I felt sad.

This time it was a close win!

Fortunately, there was a monkey on the side to cooperate with me, otherwise it would have been terrible.

Yang Wenxuan is dead, the illusion he arranged disappears, and the white mist disperses.

We heard the roar of cars and the honking of horns, which gave us the feeling of being back on earth again.

The monkey helped me to the car, and the car roared away and returned home.

This time I rested for two and a half days to recover.

After I recovered, I improved a lot in my practice. I was only a thin layer of window paper away from reaching the seventh level, and I could break through to the seventh level at any time.

"Lao Lin, I made stewed meat for you, please make up for it."

Seeing me coming out of the room, the monkey laughed and quickly brought the prepared meals.

We brothers ate a lot of meat and drank a few drinks, which was very enjoyable.

After I finished eating, I leaned back on the chair to rest while Monkey cleaned up the dishes.

Through the battle with Yang Wenxuan, one of my shortcomings became more and more obvious.

I didn't have a suitable magic weapon in my hand, which caused my combat power to be greatly weakened.

The copper coin sword has limited power and has been blown up several times. It cannot replace a real magic weapon.

A good, suitable magic weapon was hard to find, so I wondered where I could get one.

After the monkey finished his work, he saw me frowning and asked:

"Lao Lin, what are you thinking about? Have you encountered any trouble?"

I talked about the magic weapon.

The monkey thought for a while and said:

"Why don't you go to Maoshan to find some magic weapons? Maoshan will definitely have magic weapons suitable for you."

I immediately said dumbfounded:

"Maoshan is not my father, why do they want to give me the magic weapon?"

The monkey scratched his head and laughed dryly.

A fine magic weapon requires the blessing of several generations and is extremely precious. They must have given it to me for no reason.

Suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed through my mind, my eyes lit up and I smiled:

"I know a place where I should be able to find clues."

"Monkey, get ready, we're going out."

"Lao Lin, where are you going?"

Monkey asked as he prepared.

"You'll know when it arrives."

I sold a pass.

The monkey drove according to my guidance, and finally arrived at a place where he exclaimed:

"City God's Temple?"

I smiled and said:

"That's right, it's here!"

The monkey looked puzzled and asked puzzledly:

"Lao Lin, does it mean that the City God has the magic weapon you need in his hand?"

As I walked, I smiled and shook my head and said:

"The City God is in charge of the secret affairs of this generation. He must know some information."

The monkey suddenly understood, raised his finger to me, and said with a smile: "Brilliant!"

The door to the City God's Temple was closed, and that fat man must have been taking a nap.

The monkey slapped the door wildly.

After a while, an impatient roar sounded:

"Knock, knock on the head, the person is dead, there is no one left!"

The monkey immediately became unhappy after hearing this.

He rolled his eyes and cursed angrily:

"If you scold me again if you have the guts, I will chop you to death!"

"Come on, hit me to death if you dare!"

"If I am a turtle, I will be your grandson."

"If you don't kill me, you will be my grandson!"

The monkey suddenly became furious, picked up the ax and was about to break down the door, but I waved my hand to stop him.

I frowned slightly, feeling something was wrong.

I just saw that fat guy from Cheng Huang last time. Although that guy can bully others, he is definitely not that aggressive.

I pointed towards the courtyard wall,

The monkey understood what I meant, quickly turned over, went in and opened the door.

I entered the City God's Temple and found the City God in a room.

When I saw him, I was stunned and joked:

"Hey, Fatty, why are you so aggressive today? It turns out you were beaten to a pulp."

When the monkey saw Cheng Huang's bearish appearance, he laughed unkindly, and the depression just now was gone.

The City God wanted to get angry, but when he saw it was me, he held back.

He was miserable at this time,

He was already fat and now he is even fatter.

His nose and face were beaten so badly that his eyes were almost invisible, his body was covered with bruises, and his head was wrapped in gauze.

I smiled and said:

"Fat man, you are also a city god after all. Who beat you into such a bear shape?"

The City God lowered his head and said with a look of resentment:

"I will definitely take revenge for this. I won't let others fight in vain."

The City God cursed for a while and then asked:

"Mage, are you looking for me to ask me to investigate the dead for you again?"

"If that's the case, I can't help you. My City God's Register has been taken away."

When I heard this, I almost choked myself and started coughing violently.

The City God's book is the person who eats the City God's meal. Who is so bold and fat as to take away the City God's job?

After thinking about it again, I think this is understandable.

There are nine levels of City God in total, the first level is the largest and the ninth level is the smallest. The fat man in front of you is the ninth level City God.

The ninth-grade City God is the lowest level person in the City God's Mansion, and no one cares about him.

Even if he is destroyed by others, the City God's Mansion will not go to war. As for revenge, it depends on fate.

Of course,

This matter has nothing to do with me, so I don't bother to ask.

I said:

"Fat man, I came to you today not to find someone to die, but to inquire about something from you."

The City God was a little reluctant and hesitated:

"You ask, I may not know."

"I want to find a magical weapon. You are in charge of the secret affairs of this generation. I guess you should know who has the magical weapon, right?"

At first, the City God looked reluctant, but when he heard my question, his face gradually became brighter.

Seeing him like that, I immediately understood that there was something going on.

The City God did not answer immediately, but said slowly:

"Mage, you also know that magical weapons are extremely valuable. It is not easy to find a high-quality magical weapon."

I rolled my eyes and said:

"Tell me, what conditions do you want?"

"The conditions are right and the magic weapon makes me satisfied. I can promise you."

City God's face suddenly showed joy, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Master, I want to ask you to help me take revenge and get my City God's Book back!"