New Times, New Hell

In the Zheng family's mansion, the sky was dim and the ground was dark, and the wind was howling, making everyone crumbling and terrified.

The mandrill that Zheng Dan received probably felt threatened, and kept screaming "Hoo Hoo". The mandrill is fierce but mentally retarded. It only acts on instinct, jumps up and down arrogantly, and stretches its teeth and claws in the direction of the door. It was red as if glowing.

All the celestial masters in the room were astonished, Zheng Dan turned around suddenly, pointed the gossip mirror in his hand to the gate, and shouted: "Uncles, be careful, there are evil spirits invading."

The others came back to their senses in an instant, yes, this kind of power is passed down from generation to generation by the Zheng family celestial master, and they have only seen it in the notebooks of their ancestors. Over the past few decades, let alone knowledge, there are even similar rumors among the people. Never heard of it.

This must be an extremely difficult demon to deal with. I am afraid that if all of them fight together today, they may not have a chance of winning.

Thinking of this, the Taoist priests at the scene were all stunned, no matter those with real skills or those who pulled the banner, they all took out their portable magic weapons and were about to make a trick.

Suddenly I heard Zheng Yan say: "Everyone, don't be so nervous, this is my guest... Cough, I mean ghost, ghost guest."

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Everyone twisted their necks almost at the same time, and turned to look at Zheng Yan.

Zheng Shu's face was incredible: "You invited it? It's impossible, you can invite this kind of..."

Before the words fell, a gloomy voice came from the thick black void: "Zheng Yan, I'm here."

Zheng Shu: "..."

With a sound of "Keng--", the copper coin sword in Zheng Jing's hand fell to the ground. He opened his mouth wide to look at his son, and after a while, he said in a daze, "Zheng Yan, did you really invite me?"

Zheng Yan really didn't expect that Shang Que would go out in person to make the scene so big, but now, he can only bite the bullet and hold on, imitating the usual posture at home to invite God, bowing his hands and bowing Bai, said: "Your Majesty, welcome."

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Zheng Guang, Zheng Dan and his son looked at the overwhelming darkness outside the door in disbelief. Unavoidably, the mind was swaying, and there was a faint feeling of being unable to exert strength.

This is by no means an ordinary ghost, I'm afraid it's just a ghost king who has cultivated for many years...

In the end, the orthodox celestial master's descendants are determined, and they can hold on to the situation at critical times. Zheng Jing gave his son a hand: "Zheng Yan, who is this you invited?"

Zheng Yan didn't dare to directly report the name of the ghost king of Luofeng Mountain, and was about to find an excuse to fool him, when Shang Que snorted coldly: "You whole room of Taoist priests, don't you recognize this king?"

A room full of Taoist priests: "..."

How do you recognize this?They have been Taoist priests all their lives, and they have never seen such a big scene.

Shang Que said with anger: "This king is angry, now I want to arrest a few people and beat them up."

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Wait, is this king a little unreasonable? !

Zheng Yan: "..." Damn, the boss just took the opportunity to find an excuse to beat someone!

Zheng Yan hurriedly stepped forward, hinted wildly with his eyes, and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, those standing here are all my uncles. They are not young, and they will take a long time to recuperate for any injuries. Be lenient and show mercy!"

Shang Que sneered: "I think these people are not only young, but also have a lot of heart."

Scene: "..." This ghost king met for the first time, why did he speak so badly?

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Normally, they would have turned their faces, but at this time, before the obvious absolute power, they could only swallow this breath with aggrieved faces.

Zheng Yan comforted: "It is inevitable that you will be greasy when you are old, please forgive me, Your Majesty."

Everyone: ...Did Zheng Yan take the opportunity to mock them? !

Shang Que snorted again: "For your sake, I won't hit these blind old men for the time being."

The dark wind cleared away, and the thick black mist gathered and dispersed in the room. Just when everyone was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the void suddenly spoke again: "Isn't there a young one here? Since the old one can't fight, then Play the little ones."

Black mist spread out, and the thick cloud turned into a huge arm, slowly pointing towards Zheng Dan.

Shang Que: "It's you."

Zheng Dan was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously raised the gossip mirror in his hand, and made a formula in his hand: "The devil king puts his head on his head, and the guard is me..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a slight cracking sound, and felt a sudden pain in his hand. He looked down and saw that the Eight Diagrams Mirror had been broken into countless pieces and fell to the ground. His finger that was holding the mirror was also scratched out. small wounds.

Zheng Dan was shocked, and there was a moment of bewilderment on his face.

He was born to be called a genius. He practiced Taoism since he was a child. He opened his eyes at the age of six and subdued a red-eyed mandrill. This achievement is absolutely achievable in the whole of China. He has always been proud of it, but until now , he realized for the first time how shallow his cultivation was in front of the real Demon King.

Don't talk about confrontation, you don't even have a chance to finish reciting the mantra.

Zheng Dan looked at the shattered magic weapon and looked forward in a daze, waiting for the ghost king to punish him, when he saw the mandrill he subdued suddenly jumped out and lay in front of him, baring its teeth and waving its claws at the black mist.

At the same time, his father Zheng Guang also shouted repeatedly: "Quick, Mandrill, protect Dan'er!"

Zheng Dan's spirit suddenly lifted, yes, he has not lost completely, he still has a mandrill for him to drive.

He took a deep breath and made another tactic in his hand to order the mandrill to act.

The thick black mist turned into a huge fist in the air, and it hit the mandrill's head. The ghost king said in a very displeased tone, "Where did the mandrill come from, it looks so ugly!"

With a "pia chirp", the arrogant mandrill fell to the ground and rushed to the street on the spot.

"Hoo-hoo--" Mandrill finally recognized the situation after falling to the ground, and put on a kneeling posture on the spot, kowtowing to the black mist more than once, just short of being considerate.

Zheng Dan: "..."

Zheng Guang: "..."

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The scene fell into a stiff silence for a moment.

Shang Que said with disgust: "The rank is too low, don't worship me."

Aggrieved, the mandrill stopped kneeling and curled up sadly.

The fist condensed by the black mist slowly moved towards Zheng Dan again, and Shang Que sneered: "Today I must hit someone."

At the critical moment, Zheng Yan bravely stood up, rushed forward, raised his mobile phone, and said, "Your Majesty, please be merciful."

Seeing that his mobile phone opened the video call page, Yu Zhengdu exclaimed through the camera: "Wow, this ghost king is black and big!"

Shang Que: "..."

Yu Zhengdu clasped his hands together and said with a smile, "Xiao Shang, I ordered afternoon tea, come back and eat together."

The whistling wind stopped suddenly, and the darkness dissipated a little. Although the ghost king in the darkness could not be seen, everyone could clearly feel that the king restrained his temper in an instant.

The huge black mist fists gathered and scattered, and finally retreated reluctantly from Zheng Dan's head, but when passing by the mandrill, he couldn't get angry, and punched the mandrill's head a few more times, until the mandrill "Aww!" He screamed non-stop, and didn't dare to run away, so he could only hold his head and bear it with tears in his eyes.

It has a sense of sight of whack-a-mole on the spot.

Shang Que vented his anger, and then slowly said "um" to the camera, and his voice was much softer.

Zheng Yan let out a long sigh of relief. In this company, the words of the CTO are the best.

He turned off the video and sent Yu Zhengdu a thank you emoji.

Although Shang Que was a little disappointed, he still snorted and said, "This king is gone."

Zheng Yan hurriedly said goodbye: "Your Majesty, go slowly, and the journey will be smooth."

The dense fog slowly faded out and dissipated.

At this time, the mandrill that had been beaten with a long bag on its head suddenly jumped forward, stretched its slender arms and ran after the black mist, saying "hoo hoo" and "owooo" all of a sudden, very eager look.

Shang Que said impatiently: "Don't follow me."

Mandrill: "Huhu——"

Shang Que: "Go away, don't want such a pet."

Mandrill: "Aww——"

Shang Que: "This king does not need a mount when he goes out to take a taxi."

On-site: "..." What?take a taxi?Are they hallucinating?

However, the situation in front of them has developed in a direction that everyone can't understand. Apart from suspecting that they are hallucinating, they can't think of a more reasonable explanation.

Just when everyone was confused, Shang Que's patience finally ran out, but when the thick clouds turned over, the mandrill flew up from the spot, and with a "click", it hit Zheng Yan in front of him, which shocked Zheng Yan a lot.

Shang Que: "You want to be a pet so much, follow him from now on."

Zheng Yan: "!! I don't..."

Zheng Dan blurted out at the same time: "That's my monster..."

Shang Que "hehe" sneered: "You said yours is yours? Is your name written on the monster? You call it a word and see if it takes care of you?"

Zheng Yan: "..." Although he didn't see the face in the black mist, the boss was not at fault for this skilled game monster-hunting terminology.

Zheng Dan is even more:? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

Although there seems to be nothing wrong with what the king said, why does he have a vaguely familiar... primary school student's sense of sight?

After Shang Que assigned the ownership of the wild monsters, he said simply: "Let's go."

Then the thick darkness dissipated completely, the bright and clear sky reappeared outside the door, and the room was bright again.

When the wind stops and the clouds disappear, it is clear and bright.

It's just that the room is quiet, and everyone's faces are still in a trance, and many of them even have a little doubt involuntarily: Did you just dream?

Soon, Zheng Yan's cry reminded everyone: everything just now was true.

I only heard Zheng Yan screaming in shock: "Don't beat me——"

Looking again, the extremely fierce and unruly mandrill was silently and shyly trying to hold his hand.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became extremely stiff, especially Zheng Shu, who had the most unkind attitude before, was even more panicked, and went to see Zheng Yan tremblingly, with a flattering tone: "Nephew, the one just now, is really your name?" came here?"

Zheng Yan responded while avoiding the mandrill's harassment: "Yes."

In fact, there is no need to ask this question at all. The king has already greeted Zheng Yan, and he still looks very familiar, which is obviously not pretending.

Zheng Shu's question was just the last bit of temptation in despair.

As soon as Zheng Yan answered, he was about to cry. In fact, he wasn't the only one. Those present who wanted to share a piece of the action, but who had just made such a nasty speech, were all trembling now, wanting to cry without tears.

How could they have imagined that Zheng Jing's son could achieve such cultivation in such a short period of time?

You said you have no talent, and you haven't gotten started after practicing for a year?

Calling such a big ghost casually is also called lack of talent, so aren't they all Taoist dementia?

Zheng Shu's voice was no longer the same as before, and he pulled out an ugly flattering smile with difficulty: "Who is he? This mana has not appeared in the world for hundreds of years, right?"

Zheng Yan put on a serious look, pretending to be mysterious and asked back: "What do you think?"

Zheng Shu's lips trembled, how could he tell?But he didn't dare to continue asking, for fear that the great king would come back and blow his head off.

If other people were just afraid, Zheng Guang and Zheng Dan and his son were a little more unwilling than frightened.

Especially Zheng Dan, who has been regarded as a new generation of genius since he was a child, has always attracted the attention of Zheng's celestial masters, and he has always been full of confidence. Given time, he will definitely become a true Zheng's orthodox.

In order to get the gossip mirror of Zheng Yan's family, his father did not know how much work he had done in private, and only then did he persuade these people to come together to force the palace today.

However, in just a few moments, his situation was completely different.

He is not reconciled to failure, how can he be reconciled?

Zheng Dan took a step forward, standing in front of Zheng Yan, no longer pretending to be modest, and asked through gritted teeth, "How did you invite...'him' just now?"

As soon as Zheng Dan asked, the others also belatedly remembered that just now Zheng Yan didn't do any Ritual Rituals, and the ghost king came in a very short time, how did he do it?

Zheng Yan shook the mobile phone in his hand, and said in a low-key manner: "This is a high-tech approach advocated by our company. It is more convenient and faster to call ghosts with one key."

The Zheng Taoist priest at the scene almost didn't spit out, and Zheng Dan was even more confused: "What you said is true?"

Zheng Shu hurriedly said, "I see. No wonder my elder brother keeps saying that my elder nephew has a relationship with ghosts and gods. My elder brother is right. Our elder nephew is a real genius!"

Zheng Yan turned his head and looked at him in shock.

This scammer is too thick-skinned, and it's not such a trick to fall on the fence.

Zheng Shu was used to being ruthless. He was afraid that Zheng Yan would sue the ghost king to deal with him, so he changed sides on the spot. He looked at Zheng Yan with excitement and said, "Everyone think, is Zheng Yan's grades in school particularly good? Or our Zheng family The first to be admitted to a key university, this is a genius who has not escaped!"

The corner of Zheng Yan's mouth twitched, he didn't say that before...

Zheng Shu looked sincere: "In the past, we were not enlightened enough, but now I figured it out. The eldest nephew is keeping up with the times, unlike our old things that are outdated. Look at him, this is called thick accumulation, how long has it been, I don’t know how much this cultivation has surpassed ours..."

Zheng Shu flattered her, and the others echoed for fear of falling behind.

"I just said, with the cultivation base of the elder brother, there is no mistake in the calculation."

"Zheng Yan is worthy of being the orthodox successor of our Zheng family's celestial master. I am afraid that no one can match this ability."

"With my eldest nephew here, there is hope for the revival of my Zheng family's Tianshi sect."

Zheng Yan interrupted them calmly: "Excuse me, my current job is a product manager."

Zheng Shu didn't take his indifference at all, and even showed a look of admiration: "That's inevitable. My nephew has achieved success in science and Taoism. Naturally, he will continue to walk on this road in the future, and make persistent efforts to reach new heights."

Zheng Yan: "..."

Zheng Jing, who always thought that Zheng's orthodoxy would be broken in his own hands, was also full of emotion at this time, pressing his son's shoulder, and said with relief: "Zheng Yan, it was my father's fault that my father didn't understand you before, and stopped you from pursuing science. , from now on, you just have to bravely pursue your dreams, and Dad will always be your strong backing."

Zheng Yan: "...Thank you."

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At Luofeng headquarters, Shang Que walked in with an indifferent expression, passed by Yu Zhengdu's station very casually, and squinted his eyes: "Have afternoon tea together?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Yu Zhengdu stood up and went to the small refrigerator to get a cake, and hid in the tea room with the boss to eat secretly.

Yu Zhengdu: "It's working time now, this is a paid afternoon tea, keep a low profile."

Shang Que nodded, and after a while, he frowned and said, "I'm the boss."

Yu Zhengdu "hush": "Don't show off."

Shang Que: "Okay."

Anyway, it doesn't matter, he continued to dig the cake happily, but saw Yu Zhengdu sent a voice message on his mobile phone while eating: "Lan, the invitation letter has been received, I will definitely be there on time."

Shang Que: "..."

I want to go back and beat up those old Taoist priests again!

Just when Kang Jin came in to pour water, his eyes lit up when he saw this: "There is cake to eat!"

Shang Que looked over with a cold face: "You, deduct your salary."

Kang Jin: "...why!!!"

The author has something to say: At the end of the month, Luo Feng pays his salary.

Everyone happily started buying ingot candles.

Lu Lingxi: "Kang Jin, you still owe the company 2000 yuan."

Kang Jin: "I ask to resign."

Lu Lingxi: "Chicken."

Kang Jin: "...I'll ask for a nutrient solution instead, QAQ"