Zhang Hao hurriedly ran back to his room, and found a black big brother from the drawer of an old desk, this old antique was handed down by his father Zhang Gui, and it was a special secret communication line.

The Zhang family, as the watchman of Gray Lane in Ping'an City, belongs directly to the owner of the six doors in terms of establishment.

Zhang Hao skillfully dialed the number, but no one answered the phone for a long time, but just when Zhang Hao hesitated whether to wait for the daytime to call, a human voice finally came out of the phone.

"Hey, hello, this is the special line of the director of the Huaxia Supernatural Creatures Management Office, who are you? What's the point? ”

This is a sweet female voice, and as soon as people hear it, the image of a cute customer service girl comes to mind.

Zhang Hao was stunned for a moment, then hung up the call, and even directly removed the power supply of the big brother!

Zhang Hao can be sure that something has happened to Wanyouli!

The owners of the six doors of the past dynasties, that is, the people of the past generations, attach great importance to the gray clothes alley. Since the opening of this secret communication line, Wan Youli has always answered it personally, and it is absolutely impossible for any secretary to transfer it on his behalf.

Zhang Hao's brain moved quickly, he thought about it for a while, and then sighed with a wry smile: "No wonder...... No wonder Lao Tzu was inexplicably promoted...... Dare to love is that the high-level has quietly changed blood, and they are busy rewarding and buying people's hearts! It's just that I don't know if he will retire or ...... the Lord of Ten Thousand Gates."

Zhang Hao lay weakly in front of the desk, raised his hand to open the window, and the cold night breeze immediately penetrated the room, caressing Zhang Hao's hot face, and completely blowing away his wine.

Through the dim moonlight, Zhang Hao's two eyes subconsciously swirled around a wooden photo frame on the side of the desk.

It was an old photo, on which there was a chubby, kind-looking old man, standing on the edge of a rockery in Babaoting Park in Ping'an City, holding a five- or six-year-old boy with a hippie smile, and making him half-squat on a strange rock, one old and one young, all smiling.

That old man is Wan Youli eighteen years ago, and this child is Zhang Hao eighteen years ago.

As one of the founding patriarchs of the Six Gates, the Zhang family could have enjoyed better treatment at the Six Doors headquarters, but since the Battle of Heaven 1,800 years ago, M.≦.Co□M, both for the sake of nearby contact and for the convenience of surveillance, the Zhang family gave up the succession of the position of the human guard, moved the family, and came to Ping'an City with the Qin family of the Heavenly Guard.

The Qin family has been in seclusion for 1,800 years, and the Zhang family has also watched for 1,800 years.

Except for the successive masters of the Six Doors, as well as a few old monsters who have lived for two or three thousand years, few people in the entire Six Doors still remember that the Zhang family was also one of the important members of the Six Doors Elder Council.

Since Wan Youli served as the master of the six gates, out of the importance of the Qin family of the heavenly guard, the contact with the Zhang family has been continuous, and over time, the personal relationship with the Zhang family is also very strong.

Wan Youli occasionally has free time, and he likes to quietly come to Ping'an City to walk around twice, visit the old friends of the Zhang family and the Qin family, and also maintain the teleportation circle that links the headquarters of the six doors and Ping'an City by the way.

When Zhang Hao was in the time, the social atmosphere was still relatively conservative at that time, and the demons and monsters had not yet recovered from the mighty movement to break the four olds.

For Zhang Hao, the only seedling of the Zhang family, Wan Youli also attaches great importance to it, and brings candy and toys to play with friends when he has nothing to do, which can be described as very loving, and once made the old man of the Zhang family jealous.

That is, when the country implemented the eugenics policy, Zhang Hao had no brothers and sisters to inherit the family business in his place, otherwise with Wan Youli's love for him, Zhang Hao might have been accepted by Wan Youli as a closed disciple and became the heir of the master of the six doors.

It wasn't until later, when the economic development accelerated, the social atmosphere opened up, and all the cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods began to jump out, and the work of the six doors gradually became heavy, so Wan Youli didn't come to Zhang's house as a guest.

However, Zhang Hao's feelings for this old grandfather have not weakened with the passage of time, but are like a jar of cellared wine, fermented more and more mellow.

Perhaps it was emotional infection, Zhang Hao couldn't help but move to a large bookcase in the corner of the room, rummaged through the cabinets, and turned out a dusty wooden box from a large pile of miscellaneous items left by his childhood.

In this wooden box, there is a brush, which is not a valuable commodity, but it is a school gift given to him by Wanyouli when Zhang Hao is about to go to school, which is intended to encourage him to study hard and make progress every day.

It's a pity that Zhang Hao is not a scholarly teenager, and he has no interest in calligraphy, ink painting and other quintessential arts.

Zhang Hao sighed and opened the wooden box, and then was stunned.

The house is full of red light.

The ordinary bamboo-body wolf pen in Zhang Hao's memory has inexplicably turned into a cinnabar pen with a whole body of red!

Zhang Hao cried.

He was finally sure that Wan Youli was dead.

Although Zhang Hao and Wan Youli do not have the name of master and apprentice, they have the reality of master and apprentice.

When he was a child, Zhang Hao had seen Wan Youli's ability to "have a heavenly constitution in his mouth", and on a whim, he learned the bridges in martial arts dramas, pretending to kowtow and shouting to the master, pestering Wan Youli to teach him.

Wan Youli taught it very simply.

However, Zhang Hao was an ignorant child at that time, he worshipped the teacher that day, and after practicing for dozens of minutes, he felt bored, and turned his head to catch butterflies and grasshoppers.

However, the sky has eyes, and God sees it in his eyes and remembers it in his heart.

Humanity and luck have chosen Zhang Hao as the successor of Wanyouli!

Zhang Hao held the wooden box with tears in his eyes, raised his hand tremblingly and touched the cinnabar pen, and the moment his fingertips touched the body of the pen, the brilliance was restrained, and an inexplicable mysterious feeling climbed into Zhang Hao's heart.

Some are similar to the Daigo irrigation of Buddhism, some are like Taoist immortal fu, and some are like Confucian celestial induction.

In Zhang Hao's head, there were some different things, and at this moment, the invisible human luck was clear in his eyes.

Zhang Hao sat on the ground and became holy, officially inheriting the mantle of Wanyouli.

Zhang Hao rubbed his swollen teary eyes, and suddenly shouted at the terracotta warriors and horses with a tourist souvenir on the bookcase: "Bow your head!" ”

The terracotta warriors and stone men bowed their heads in response.

In front of the law, the stone man also bowed his head!

After 18 years, Zhang Hao finally learned the ability to "hold the constitution in his mouth".

Once, Zhang Hao felt that Grandpa Wan's mouth was really awesome, even those emperors who claimed to be the golden rule of exit could not compare, if they could learn this skill, wouldn't they walk sideways on the street?

However, when Zhang Hao really comprehended the "Heavenly Constitution in his mouth", there was no joy in his heart, only deep sorrow and a heavy sense of responsibility.

In Zhang Hao's eyes, the ethereal human luck has clearly turned into a sick dragon full of sores, and from time to time there are patches of beautiful dragon scales that are dark, rotten, and falling off.

Zhang Hao finally understood Wanyouli's feelings, it was when he saw this scene that he couldn't sit idly by, and he had to stubbornly confront the so-called general trend of the times, and he still didn't regret it.

Humane luck believed in Zhang Hao and chose Zhang Hao, and Zhang Hao couldn't live up to this trust.

Zhang Hao stood up silently, with a resolute expression.

The world is sick and healed!

The focus of the disease is the artificial psionic energy plan that Qin Hunt tossed!

Only by surgery to completely remove the lesion can the world be saved!

And if you want the most suitable chief surgeon, it must be Qin Hunt, the beast doctor!

Zhang Hao bit his lip and dialed Qin Hunt's number.

As soon as the phone rang, Zhang Hao immediately went straight to the point: "Qin Hunt, something bad happened, the master of the Ten Thousand Sects is dead." ”

Qin Hunt's voice was flat: "I know. ”

"You know?!" Zhang Hao was stunned and said, "How do you know?" ”

"The Peng Demon King just died in front of me, and he desperately informed me."

Zhang Hao's mood was a little hesitant and a little expectant, and asked, "Then what are you going to do now?" ”

"Do my part."

The five words were plain, but they swept away the haze in Zhang Hao's heart in an instant.

Zhang Hao said in high spirits: "Very good! Very good! Qin Hunt, I really didn't misunderstand you! And I, too, do my part! ”

"What are your responsibilities?"

Zhang Hao snickered and roared: "Definitely!" ”

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I only heard a series of clanging collisions on the other end of the phone, mixed with the honking of cars, the screams of women and the scolding of men, and after a few minutes, Qin Zhan shouted angrily: "Uncle! Rat! What a fucking murder! I almost didn't get run over by a big truck! It doesn't matter if my skin is rough and thick, but Yao Jing is still sitting in the back seat of my car......"

Qin Zhan scolded the old man for a long time, and suddenly reacted, and asked in surprise: "Mouse!" Your successor guarded?! ”

Zhang Hao was happy in his heart, as if the poor made friends with the rich and handsome, and the poor always had an inferiority complex on the thighs of the local tyrants, but if the poor himself became rich and handsome one day, the pressure would immediately be transformed into double vitality.

But immediately after, Zhang Hao reminded uneasily: "Hey, hey, hey! Don't have such a big mouth! Yao Jing is a person from Beijing Film Studio, when you shout like this, don't you leak my bottom? Kill somebody to do away with a witness...... I guess it's impossible, or you'll just kidnap, imprison, and train in a secret room......"

Qin Hunt laughed and said, "Mouse, you have watched too many Fusang love action movies, right?" Don't worry, Yao Jing is my person now......"

Zhang Haoxi said: "Qin Hunt, you can do it!" You've learned how to make beautiful men trick up to you? ”

"Uh...... Don't get me wrong, I mean, Yao Jing is on our side...... Oh, by the way, there's another question, why did you become a master for some reason? ”

Zhang Hao recounted in a deep tone: "Hey, it's a long story, Grandpa Wan laid the ...... eighteen years ago."

Qin Zhan listened for a while, then interjected coldly and asked, "Huh?" Wouldn't that feel like a king? ”

"Presumptuous! Drag it out and continue! ”