I Brush Attributes from Ghosts

At this moment, Wang Ping vaguely heard another voice coming from the cell phone besides Wang Quan's voice.

This voice is a bit old, but it is also a bit hale and hearty.

Before Wang Ping could guess who the voice was, Wang Ping listened to his father, Wang Quan.

"Grandpa, what the hell kind of clothes did you give me? It's too pretty, isn't it? I'm messing with my son, who is your great-grandson on the phone."

Immediately afterwards, Wang Quan seemed to be talking to someone, and then said to Wang Ping.

"Son, your grandpa Zeng is looking for me, I'll go and have a look first, he's dead."

Wang Quan hung up the phone.

Wang Ping looked strange, and looked at the phone with his hands, as if he wanted to see the scene on the other end of the phone directly from the phone.

After a while, Wang Ping said to himself.

"That was Grandpa Zeng talking to Dad just now? Dad is coming back, so is Grandpa Zeng coming back?"

At this time, there was an announcement in the terminal hall that Wang Ping's flight was about to take off.

Wang Ping put away his mobile phone, and didn't think about whether Grandpa Zeng would come back with his father, anyway, he would know when he came back and asked.

……

At the same time, in China's Yunnan Province, which is far away from Wang Ping.

A mountain that maintains the original ecology of nature.

At this time, it was 8 o'clock in the evening, and the night shrouded the mountain forest. The dense forest was quiet and quiet. Listen carefully to the sound of wild animals and small animals.

There are scattered houses at the foot of the mountain, but it is a small village

Looking from the village to the halfway up the mountain not far away, in the dense forest of beautiful trees, there is a wisp of smoke rising, accompanied by the fragrance of cumin.

When I walked in, there was a fat old man sitting there lighting a fire.

And on that fire, drives a grilled ghost.

If Shangguan Jianguo and Wang Ping were here, even if they didn't look at the old man, they would be able to recognize the identity of the old man in seconds if they just watched the ghosts roasting on the fire.

God of Cookery!

I saw the God of Cookery using his own yang energy to stir up the fire, roasting the ghosts, and the corner of his mouth was already dripping.

When I was young, the ghost was roasted, and the God of Cookery couldn't wait to pick up the ghost and stuff it into his mouth.

Suddenly, at this moment, the hairs of his hair suddenly rose, and the God of Cookery suddenly jumped up, rushing out like a sharp arrow, and left the original location for a hundred meters in an instant.

Rumble!

The moment he left, the God of Cookery felt as if he had been bombarded by shells, the ground exploded and dust flew up.

The whole ground was trembling, rocks were flying, and the surrounding trees, which were too thick for a person to hug, burst into pieces, and sawdust flew across the other trees like bullets, piercing them full of holes.

At this moment, an astonishing scene appeared.

The God of Cookery, who always had his eyes squinted and always smiling, opened his eyes, full of solemnity and sharpness...  

He looked at where he was, with an unprecedentedly heavy and serious expression on his face, which Wang Ping and others had never seen before.

The dust dissipated.

At this time, the ground there was sunken, as if it had been hit by a meteorite, and a huge deep pit was formed.

And in the center of the deep pit, a figure appeared out of thin air and stood there.

This figure is dressed in the ninety-five supreme emperor's robe, with a purple gold crown on his head, and a face full of calm and self-prestige, coupled with the yin energy that surrounds the sky, he looks like a godless king of the Nine Nether Netherworld.

Billowing Yin Qi filled the air, like mist, covering the huge halfway up the mountain. It was all emanating from this figure, the breath was overwhelming, and the Yin Qi was overwhelming.

"You are the God of Cookery?" the figure who was not angry and arrogant said.

"Who are you?" The God of Cookery frowned, his eyes flickered with a cold light, and his whole body was full of blazing righteousness, illuminating this dark area with light.

"The palace king."

Palace king? !

The God of Cookery changed color, and his dignified face deepened. The ghost that appeared is the king of the underworld, the "Place King"!

At this moment, the palace king who was standing with his hands behind his back suddenly said.

"You killed the evil spirits of my Yin Division in the Bangzi Kingdom. The evil spirits of my Yin Division can't be killed casually. Today's blood debt will be paid with blood."

The next moment, the palace king made a move, and the big handprint was printed.

boom! !

The peaceful mountain roared like thunder, and the continuous deafening loud noises could be heard even in the village at the foot of the mountain.

"What happened?! Earthquake?"

"Look over there!"

"what is that?"

In the village, the villagers ran out of the door one by one. They looked towards the mountainside, their pupils shrank suddenly, and their faces were full of horror.

Looking at the scene that happened halfway up the mountain, they seemed to see a battle between gods.

……

Wang Ping returned to Pengcheng by plane.

Back in Pengcheng, Wang Ping didn't go to bed, but asked Lao Chen and Lao Ling out for barbecue.

The three of them drove to A Ming's barbecue shop on Bailianhua Street. Just as they were about to order something to eat, the phone rang.

Caller ID, Shangguan Jianguo is calling.

After picking up the phone, Wang Ping's expression changed suddenly after listening to Shangguan Jianguo's words.

"What did you say?! The God of Cookery was killed?"

……

Chapter 310 Six All-out War

The God of Cookery was killed?

The moment Wang Ping heard the news, his face suddenly changed and he couldn't believe it.

"Yes, the God of Cookery was killed." Shangguan Jianguo's voice was low, and his anger was palpable.

"Mr. Wang Ping, I won't be able to make it clear on the phone for a while. You come to the Pengcheng Government Personnel Branch. Captain Wang and I are here. Zhang Hao, Chu Lili and the others are also on their way."

"Okay, I'll go now."

Pengcheng government personnel branch, Captain Wang's office.

Entering the office, Zhang Hao brothers and sisters, Lu Hongwu, Shangguan Jianguo, and Captain Wang were all there.

They looked heavy, and the room was shrouded in a depressing atmosphere.

"The God of Cookery was really killed by the Yin Division? Have you confirmed it?" Wang Ping and everyone nodded, and sat down straight to ask Shangguan Jianguo.

It was Captain Wang who spoke, and he turned the computer screen in the office to everyone.

Everyone was watching, even though they had already guessed the content of the screen, they were still shocked, and everyone's face was either shocked or gloomy.

On the screen, there was a message from the branch of the Yunnan provincial government and several photos.

The filming is a dilapidated forest around. The big trees are either cut off in the middle or broken to pieces, and the ground is pitted, as if the place has been violently attacked by artillery fire.

On the ground lay a fat old man with his eyes closed and his face pale.

The fat old man, with bottles and cans scattered on the ground around his waist, was blasted with a transparent hole in the front and back, and fell into a pool of his own blood.

He is dead.

In the tragic picture, Chu Lili and Zhang Yan covered their mouths with their hands, their delicate bodies trembling in disbelief.

"Senior God of Cookery..."

Lu Hongwu and Zhang Hao's eyes were red, and their fists were clenched.

Wang Ping didn't have as big of a reaction as everyone else, but from the flickering cold light in his eyes, he was not at peace.

Even though he had known the God of Cookery not long ago, he had only been in contact with him for a day.

But everyone has a good impression of this smiling, squint-eyed fat old man "God of Cookery", respects him from the bottom of his heart, and regards him as his good friend.

When Bangziguo picked up the God of Cookery at the plane, God of Cookery didn't have the airs of a senior big shot. He chatted with them very happily, told them a lot about eating ghosts, and exchanged a lot of knowledge with them.

In their hearts, God of Cookery is an approachable grandfather.

Among them, the one who has the best relationship with the God of Cookery is Wang Ping. The two seem to have different personalities, but they are surprisingly similar. They get along very well and even exchanged phone numbers.

It was such a fat old man, he died, everyone couldn't believe it, and he was still chatting with them some time ago.

The atmosphere in the office suddenly dropped to freezing point because of the photos in the computer, and everyone felt heavy in their hearts.

"An hour ago, the police in Lijiang, Yunnan Province received a call from a villager, saying that there were monsters fighting on the mountain on which the village rests."

Captain Wang told in a deep voice what he had learned.

"Monster fights, such inexplicable words, the public security will not accept, but because of the matter of the Bangzi country, the governments of various countries attach great importance to prevent the occurrence of the Bangzi country, so they issued an order."

"As long as something unusual happens, the public security only needs to transfer the incident to the special case classification of the reporting system, and our government personnel can receive it."

"After receiving the case, people from the Lijiang government in Yunnan rushed to the scene as soon as possible."

"On the way, our Kyoto government headquarters received a call, a call from the mobile phone of God of Cookery."

Speaking of this, Captain Wang's eyes were tearing apart, and his whole body was trembling. It was because an uncontrollable anger was burning in his heart.

Every time I thought about what I was going to say next, the flame called anger was burning.

Forcibly suppressing his anger, Captain Wang said in a low voice.

"The God of Cookery call received by the headquarters of the government personnel was not from the God of Cookery himself, but from the Palace King. He claimed to be the Palace King of the Underworld!"

"The king of the temple told the government people through the God of Cookery phone."