The old Daoist priest's laughter confused the many "ghosts" in the pavilion.
They had only heard of ghosts scaring people, but today, it was really the case of a person scaring a ghost.
Even the guy with the thick smell of makeup on the old Daoist's shoulder had a hesitant look in his eyes.
If the person sitting here was really a "ghost" in the pavilion, there wouldn't be so much trouble. They would probably have rushed forward and torn the old Daoist into pieces without caring about anything else.
The key was that the people sitting here were all officials.
Since they were working in the Netherworld system, they would definitely think more than those fart ghosts in Hell.
He liked to think and hesitate a little more when he did things. He would be able to figure out a way out of a small problem. Otherwise, wouldn't it be boring to sit on the bench in Hell all the time?
To the upper echelons of the Netherworld, Ghost Servants were a kind of "expendable" item, and the rate of loss was extremely high.
However, there were also some who did not want to make progress but knew how to protect themselves. First, they were not consumed, and second, they were not promoted. They occupied the latrine pit and lived like the previous generation, dressing up like the people of the Republic of China.
Back then, when the Little Loli accompanied a group of ghost messengers to Chengdu, there were many old ghost messengers of that generation who wanted to earn a lot of money safely and see if they could earn some money. However, the outcome was quite tragic.
The group of "ghosts" in the pavilion could be considered representatives of the old ghost messengers. It was unknown why they were gathered here.
However, these old Taoists did not know. He thought that he had accidentally entered a ghost's nest.
He first warmly greeted Lawyer an's eighteen generations of ancestors in his heart.
Then, without hesitation, he stuck his hand into his crotch.
In Wuxia novels, martial artists practiced the Saber Drawing Technique.
Speed, ruthlessness, accuracy!
The old Daoist priest was pulling out his crotch.
They were pursuing the same path.
This time,
Under the stimulation of the survival crisis,
The Crotch Pulling Technique was faster, fiercer, and more accurate than before.
Other than the paper talisman, there were also a few curled black hairs on his fingertips.
Regardless of the consequences,
Then, he slapped the face of the made-up woman!
"Ah!!!!!"
A blood-curdling scream was heard.
The talisman paper burned, and the powder head was burned along with it.
In the blink of an eye, it turned into ashes!
The old Daoist was also shocked.
Damn.
After being locked up in prison for more than a month, my skills have increased greatly?
If Lawyer An was standing on the side, he would probably roll his eyes at the old Daoist. His skills had increased greatly?
Stop dreaming, these people are all paper clones.
If a ghost messenger was instantly killed by a talisman,
Then you, the old Daoist, will really be awesome.
The old Daoist shook his head.
Then, he touched his crotch and took out another talisman. He stared at the many "ghosts" present.
These "ghosts" were not in a hurry to rush forward.
A few of them even shouted out loud, "You're a God!
His shouts were also gibberish, as if his mouth was shouting a lot of pebbles and mud, making it hard to hear clearly.
But in a suite in a courtyard across the pond,
The old man, who was in the middle of a pear blossom pressing on a begonia tree, immediately got up.
"Something happened. I'll go take a look."
However, the female ghost suddenly stretched out her leg and hooked onto his back.
He clamped down hard.
He shouted,
"A few seconds won't make a difference."
In an instant,
Three thousand feet straight down.
Phew.
It was over.
Indeed,
A few seconds wouldn't make a difference.
The old man got off the bed. One of the two men in suits who had been standing at the side watching the battle immediately came forward to help the old man put on his clothes. The old man gave the other man a look, and the second man in a suit walked out.
"What's Wrong?"
The female ghost was also putting on her clothes.
She actually felt a little regretful. This old man was just an appetizer. He looked good but was useless. She actually wanted to taste the taste of the two puppet men in suits.
"I don't know what those old fools are yelling about. Fortunately, the Venerable One doesn't really plan to rely on them to succeed. Otherwise, they would really be a bunch of useless fools.
They could wave the flag and shout from the side, but if something really happened, these cowards would run faster than anyone else!
"Clean up this place. I'll go outside and take a look. There are still a few more waves of guests coming. When this matter is over, I'll feed you well."
"Sure."
The female ghost threw him a flirtatious look.
As for what she was thinking in her heart, it was unknown.
They didn't feel that they were unbearable and messy. Enjoying themselves in the meantime was their current purpose.
..
And in the other suite,
The three people who were tasting wine put down their wine glasses at the same time.
The shouts of the old ghost messengers in the pavilion had an effect on all ghosts. It was like the sound waves transmitted by bats.
Lawyer an threw the cup to the ground.
It made a crisp sound.
At the same time, he clapped his hands.
He said,
"Hey.
The minesweeping engineers have completed their mission.
Let's go! "
It was originally a small group of people ambushing a small group of people.
It was a little nonsense to study some complicated tactics.
The key was one word:
"Do it!"
Although they were all ghost messengers.
However, what everyone was doing was actually a street gangster fight.
"You caused trouble in my territory and almost caused me to be caught by the police.
I seized the opportunity to rush out and smash the back of your head with a brick when you weren't paying attention!
..
"Don't come over. Don't come over!
That immeasurable Heavenly Venerable.
Amitabha! "
The old priest held the talisman paper and looked at the group of "Ghosts.".
These paper man avatars did not dare to go forward. Even if they were avatars, if they were destroyed, their main bodies would be damaged. None of them were willing to suffer such a loss.
Perhaps this was also their nature.
In short.
Judging from the current situation, the number of these old ghost messengers was decreasing. Those who were still alive were all elites.
In recent years, the new ghost messengers had become the mainstream. It was said that the Yin Masters were also planning a reform. They would recall this group of old ghost messengers to Hell to make room for the young.
It was a pity that the Yin Masters did not have a retirement system, nor did they have a lifespan. It was naturally more difficult for the new to replace the old.
At this moment.
A black shadow appeared behind the old priest.
The old Daoist priest did not even have time to turn around before he felt someone kick him in the back. In the next moment, he was sent flying and hit the pillar of the pavilion. Blood flowed out of his nose and he almost fell into the pond.
On the other hand, the nearby Emissaries of Hell revealed smiles of schadenfreude.
"Squeak squeak squeak!!!"
An ear-piercing grinding sound could be heard.
The man in the suit who arrived first turned around.
He saw a furry face and thunder mouth appear in front of him.
The little monkey's body expanded in an instant, turning into a black ape. It slapped the man in the suit's handsome face, which looked like it came out of a mold!
"Bang!"
Like the old priest, the man in the suit was sent flying and crashed into a wooden pillar. What was even more exaggerated was that he directly broke the pillar. Even the pavilion in the middle of the lake collapsed.
The little monkey let out a roar and ignored the group of ghost paper effigies. It bent down and carried the old Daoist up. Then, with a leap, it jumped out of the pavilion and quickly kicked its legs on the surface of the lake. As if it was skipping on water, it brought the old Daoist to the shore.
The old man in sunglasses had already arrived.
When he saw the ape,
He was stunned.
"Why is there a demon monkey here?"
In today's world, demons were becoming rarer and rarer. Other than a few who might still travel the human world, most of them were hiding in their own homes.
"Take it down. Catch it alive. I want to entertain guests with my monkey brain!"
A shadow appeared on the surface of the water.
A shadow also whizzed away from the shore.
Two shadows sandwiched the monkey and the old priest in the middle.
They shouted in unison,
"The order of the underworld, the merciless law of death. Bind!"
Black vines sprouted from the ground, wrapping around the monkey's limbs.
The monkey struggled non-stop.
However, it felt like it was sinking deeper and deeper.
It couldn't do anything to the black vines.
The old priest beside the monkey immediately rummaged through the satchel on the monkey.
He took out a stack of talisman papers.
Some of them were his own, but after those few times of great consumption, he didn't have much left. Most of them were from Xu Qinglang.
Old Xu had been painstakingly drawing talismans at home these days.
The old priest wasn't picky.
Anyway, he had gathered everything he could.
At that moment.
The old priest threw out a stack of talisman papers.
He shouted,
"Eat my Prosperity Talisman!"
"Hualala..."
The talisman papers flew.
They turned into flames in the wind.
The black shadow on the shore took two steps back to avoid the flames. The flames were also very weak. They were like fireworks. They looked gorgeous, but they were useless.
The old priest took out a few more talismans from the monkey's satchel.
If the talismans were not effective, he would win with quantity!
"Eat my Democracy Talisman!"
The talismans were scattered.
Electric snakes could be vaguely seen flowing in them. However, the wind suddenly changed. The talismans that were scattered into the distance were blown back by the wind.
"..." the old Daoist.
"..." Little Monkey.
For a moment, lightning danced like silver snakes. It was like a large electric leakage scene.
"Ahhhh!!!!"
"Squeak Squeak Squeak!!!"
The old Daoist and the monkey were electrocuted.
However, they had no intention of doing so.
The black vines that had been trapping the monkey were also broken by this.
The monkey reached into his satchel without hesitation.
He took out the "Yin-Yang Book".
"Squeak Squeak!"
Two black and one yellow light appeared.
Not only Eighth Aunt and Brother Huang, but even the guardian spirit black cat in the yin-yang book also appeared.
No one knew when the monkey had managed to conquer the black cat and even summoned it to help him.
"ROAR!!!"
Monkey pounded his chest.
It was like a war drum.
For a moment,
Brother Huang and Eighth Aunt directly rushed towards the black shadow on the shore.
The black cat rushed towards the black shadow on the surface of the pond alone.
Monkey, on the other hand, was taking huge strides.
It roared towards the old man wearing sunglasses who was standing there wearing only his underpants!
Not far away.
Zhou Ze and lawyer an stood there and watched this scene in disbelief.
It wasn't that they didn't want to help.
It seemed that there was no need for them to make a move.
Monkey King called out to his companions.
They were all starting to counterattack.
"That yin-yang book belongs to you, boss, right?" Lawyer an asked.
Zhou ze nodded.
Lawyer an asked enviously,