With a decision in his heart, Zheng Fang immediately turned his face and shook his head at Principal Huang, the depression in Lao Huang's heart couldn't be said, yes, this warehouse trip should also end.

"Take a look at it again, are there so many things, you don't have any of them?" Principal Huang is like a vendor in the vegetable market who has not been open for most of the day, seeing the only buyer, he can sell it vigorously.

Shaking his head firmly, without waiting for Lao Huang to urge, Zheng Fang took the initiative to turn around and walk. Just kidding, what do you want to do with those things? I'm not a collector of antiques, even if I collect antiques, I have to collect some good ones, you here, it's either a dead branch or a ceramic bottle, a little bit of technology, okay? I might be a little interested in getting a few pieces of gold and silver.

The two of them went out of the warehouse, the sky was already dark, it seemed that visiting the warehouse was indeed a good way to kill time, and the wind and rain in all directions were delayed for another day. Zheng Fang was spitting in his heart, and was about to say goodbye to Principal Huang, who had locked the door, when he saw a person standing not far away, and when he looked at it, who was it not the ancestor, still wearing his half-new 65-style military uniform, and was looking at himself with a smile, I will go! The old ancestor was afraid that I would not go to the spiritual realm to sharpen, so he specially came to escort him?

Seeing the old ancestor appear, Principal Huang also hurriedly greeted him, this great god is not only Zheng Fang's big thick legs, but now he is also the school's big thick legs, but he doesn't dare to slack off.

"Ancestor, is this going to take Zheng Fang to the Spirit Realm?" asked Principal Huang.

"Yes, everything is over, cultivation is imminent, and the little guy can't stay in the human realm anymore. The Old Ancestor smiled and nodded.

"Ancestor, I wonder if the human monk you captured in our second campus last time can be handed over to us? There are many other things, we want to get answers from him. Principal Huang then asked. He had long wanted to ask his ancestor to return to Wu Mingyi, and finally caught an inner ghost of the Shenxing Sect, the matter of the Shenxing Sect, the matter of Luo Yuanhao, the matter of Haibei, and even the matter of Tong Jie's parents, as well as all the things related to the spiritual world in the past, he wanted to find an answer in Wu Mingyi.

"Forehead......" The old ancestor listened to Lao Huang's words, and actually hesitated a little.

"What's the matter? What is the embarrassment of the old ancestor?" Principal Huang saw the change in the old ancestor's expression, his heart was cold, and he couldn't help but secretly blame the old ancestor, but you clearly said it, and you will return Wu Mingyi to us after using it, but I didn't expect that your old ancestor also had a time when he didn't speak.

"It's nothing, if you don't say it, I also plan to hand it over to Zheng Fang, it's just that now you want to use him, there will be some trouble. As he spoke, the Ancestor took out a transparent ball from his pocket that was one size bigger than a goose egg.

"This ...... What is this?" Principal Huang saw the ball, his eyes suddenly widened, but he saw that the ball seemed to be made of glass, pure and transparent, and there were trees and grass clearly visible in the ball, and there was a small wooden house, and a small stream flowed slowly around the wooden house.

Pinching the ball, the ancestor shook slightly, and saw that there seemed to be a sudden wind in the ball, and the stream also became violent, and the waves spread to the shore, and it seemed that it was about to flood the steps of the wooden house, and then I saw that the door of the wooden house opened, and a small person of an inch of length ran out, against the strong wind, with the mallet in his hand, and knocked something around the wooden house, as if he was fixing the wooden house, not letting the wind blow away, and then dropped the wooden mallet, picked up a wooden shovel, and shoveled the soil on the steps, as if to prevent the stream from flowing into the wooden house.

Zheng Fang on the side looked fixedly, the villain had a clear face, who was it not Wu Mingyi, and saw that he was busy with a serious face, unaware that he was in the ball, being watched by Principal Huang and Zheng Fang outside.

"I have made him into a puppet ball, and I was going to give it to Zheng Fang for that self-defense purpose, but if you open it now, I'm afraid it will be a little troublesome. The old ancestor said.

"Puppet ball, what kind of means is that?" Principal Huang glanced at Wu Mingyi in the glass ball, and looked at the old ancestor in amazement.

"It's just an ordinary illusion, this person is in this puppet ball, as long as the holder practices day and night, he will gradually treat you as a god, and there will be many benefits to the enemy in the future, one is to smash the ball, after this person gets out, he will do his best to protect the safety of the master, and he will never die. Secondly, when the sacrifice reaches a certain level, he will gradually take the secrets of his heart as prayer words and take the initiative to reveal them, so that the bearer will know them without having to listen to them, saving him a lot of trouble in asking. The old ancestor explained.

This...... Is this an ordinary illusion? Ancestor, can you say a few more words like this that hit people's self-esteem? Principal Huang is really shocked, is there a better, more intelligent, and more humane puppet in the world? Just don't use it, it's not bad to put it at home as an ornament, there is a living snowball, have you ever seen it?

"I originally made these three puppet balls, I wanted to bring Zheng Fang to Soul Yang City as a means of self-defense, and when Zheng Fang came back, as long as this puppet was not used, there would naturally be no problem with what you wanted. As he spoke, the old ancestor took out two more puppet balls, which were the two alien ghosts that were captured by the old ancestor in the battle of Quancheng.

Lao Huang looked at the three puppet balls, so ashamed not to come too fast and too strong, look at others, gently and skillfully invited three bodyguards for Zheng Fang, one in the realm of illusion, one in the realm of immortality, and one who does not know what realm of power, think about himself, he gave Zheng Fang a little star, a small white stick, I will go! The gap is not ordinarily big!

No wonder Zheng Fang called the old ghost master, so affectionate, specially, replaced me, called a little more affectionate, hey, old principal, I just said jokes, don't scare me! Lao Huang was thinking and envious there, and suddenly a palpitation struck him, startling him, he didn't dare to think about it anymore, and he couldn't help but feel a little sad, how could this little junior brother mix so well, not to mention that he hugged a big thick leg, even the old principal was blue-eyed about his cheap apprentice, and he called someone else's master, but he didn't pay attention to it, and changed himself, and he just thought about it in his heart, and the old man was not happy.

Seeing Principal Huang's face changing and his expression tangled, Zheng Fang guessed that he should be reluctant to that Wu Mingyi, and it is also true that there are too many secrets on this Wu Mingyi, if he dies in that Soul City with him, wouldn't many secrets have to be buried with the death of himself and him, and after thinking about it at the moment, he already has two strange ghost masters to protect him, this Wu Mingyi, just like the green onion in the bun filling, no more than him, no less than him, it really doesn't matter if he leaves, Wu Mingyi, why don't you give it to Lao Huang.

Thinking like this, Zheng handed Wu Mingyi's puppet ball to Principal Huang.

"Headmaster, it's enough for me to have two, you can keep this one, and we'll settle our accounts." Zheng Fang deliberately raised his voice in the last sentence, that means, Xingxing and Bai Yue, don't keep my account, give you a Wu Mingyi, it's almost.

"It's not early, Zheng Fang, hurry up and pack up, let's go back." The old ancestor smiled and urged Zheng Fang. Zheng Fang hurriedly nodded, hurriedly returned to the bedroom, packed up his things, deliberately put the letter in a conspicuous position, thought about it and was not at ease, and marked on the envelope, "Father Zheng Minglun personally opened, who is not my father, who reads the letter without authorization, who is a bastard!". After writing and looking at it, I am quite satisfied with my words, since I was promoted to guard the clumsy realm, this calligraphy has also risen, especially the last three words "bastard", it is simply a dragon flying and phoenix dancing, and there is a lot of charm of Huaisu.

After taking a small package, Zheng Fang hurried to the teaching building again, took the math lecture notes, and was going downstairs when he bumped into Principal Huang head-on.

"Little bastard, take this thing well, I owe it all the debts, and I will pay it back when I come back. Principal Huang handed back Wu Mingyi's puppet ball.

"What if I can't come back?" Zheng Fang took the puppet ball, puzzled.

"Special young crow's mouth, if you dare to die, labor and management will dare to go to the underworld to detain your soul back, and if you die, you can't pay the account!" Lao Huang viciously threatened Zheng Fang.

"Count you ruthless!" The urging of the old ancestor came from his ears again, Zheng Fang didn't dare to delay, and raised a thumbs up at Lao Huang, and his figure flashed, appearing beside the old ancestor.

I don't know when, Principal Ge, Wei Shengzhi, and Secretary Guo also stepped on the morning light and appeared beside the ancestors.

"Boy, go and sharpen yourself, come back with an immortal realm, you have become a clumsy realm this time, but labor and management are embarrassed by Principal Huang, and when you become an immortal realm, let labor and management be ashamed of him Lao Huang. Principal Ge scratched his bald head and said to Zheng Fang with a smile.

"Cut, do you think that when Zheng Fang comes back, my realm will not rise? It's just you, squatting in the office every day, too lazy like a hibernating worm, this has been trampled under the feet of the students, are you ashamed?"

"What do you mean by stepping on your feet? Don't be so ugly, okay? Zheng Fang is also in a clumsy state, at most our two brothers are neck and neck. Ge Guangtou shouted Qu, and he became a brother with Zheng Fang without skin and face, but there was nothing wrong with his words, from the perspective of the brothers of Tsing Yi Guanshi, he and Zheng Fang were really brothers.

"Zheng Fang, come back alive!" Wei Shengzhi smiled and nodded at Zheng Fang, that means, wait for you to come back and introduce yourself to the old ancestor, the future of our Luoxia Sect depends on you.

"Zheng Fang, pay attention to safety in the past, study hard, cultivate hard, come back as soon as possible, and serve Huaguo!"

The old ancestor put his palm on Zheng Fang's shoulder, and saw that the air in front of him suddenly rolled up, and a black crack gradually formed.

"Zheng Fang, you must come back well!" Suddenly a crisp cry broke the silence of the early morning, Zheng Fang turned his head to look, only to see Tong Jie waving his hand desperately to himself in the distance, he was just about to speak, only to feel that it was dark in front of him, and things had changed.