Chapter 237: How is he?
Zhao Longcheng only had one breath left, and begged Zhang Lingchuan to save his life.
But Zhang Lingchuan had a cold face, looked at Zhao Longcheng and said.
"Daoist Xuanqing treats me like a parent, if you kill him, I will pay for your life!"
When he heard this, Zhao Longcheng had an extremely complicated look on his face, and then he suddenly burst into laughter.
"Zhang Lingchuan, you are so stupid."
"Do you really think he's dead?"
Zhang Lingchuan's expression was awe-inspiring: "What do you mean by this?" β
Zhao Longcheng couldn't say the rest of the words, he was twisted hard by the black snake, and he lost his breath on the spot.
I was surrounded by a few grimaces, and in an instant I was besieged and scrambling.
As a result, the paper figure was still giggling happily.
I was furious: "Hey, why are you like this, don't laugh at me if you don't help." β
The paper man tilted his head and sighed happily: "It's nothing, it's just that you look like you're in a hurry, but it's a little similar to Lingchuan at the beginning." β
"At that time, he was only a half-grown hairy boy, and after entering the tomb with me, everything was new."
Half-hairy boy, into the grave?
The more I listened, the more I felt that something was wrong.
But I was besieged by these dozen grimace rakshasas.
Seeing Zhao Longcheng's death, I shouted a black snake.
The blackened, shining golden scales, rushed towards the dozen or so grimace rakshasas.
It roared and took everyone into its pocket.
I sighed deeply, clapped my palms and said, "Perfect." β
The paper man snorted coldly: "The appearance of this stinky fart is exactly the same as him, it is indeed a master-apprentice relationship, and this temperament has been passed down for thousands of years." β
Thousands of years?
These four words made my brow furrow: "What did you say? What millennium? β
There was no one here, only me and Zhang Lingchuan remained.
He walked up with a frown and asked, "Who are you talking to?" β
I was about to speak, but the paper figure shook his head.
"Forget it, don't tell him, now that he can't figure out more things, why bother being distracted by my affairs."
That being the case.
I turned my head directly to Zhang Lingchuan and said, "Boss, I saw Zhao Cheng." β
As soon as these words came out, Zhang Lingchuan and Zhao Cheng were both shocked.
"Where is he?"
"How do you know it's me?"
I sighed, and as I walked back with Zhang Lingchuan, I told him what I had seen and heard tonight.
The more Zhang Lingchuan listened, the more his face sank.
Immediately afterwards, he said: "People die as ghosts, ghosts die as deaf, deaf death as hope, hope dies as raze, and death as micro." β
"Perhaps, what you saw was not a ghost, but the legendary deaf."
I was confused: "So, Zhao Cheng is actually the form of a ghost after he died?" β
I turned my head to look at the paper man, and he sighed and said no more.
Actually, it's easy to understand.
It's like when a person dies, he becomes a ghost. Ghosts can see people, but ordinary people can't see ghosts.
It's the same thing.
I just don't know why, I can see him.
Zhang Lingchuan asked me to point in the direction of Zhao Cheng to him, and I stretched out my finger and pointed in the direction of the paper figure.
Zhang Lingchuan knelt down in that direction, and then said heavily: "Brother Cheng-"
Zhao Cheng sighed: "This Nima, give me a grave." β
I scratched my head: "It seems, it's fine." β
Then Zhang Lingchuan reached out and knocked me on the head: "Didn't you ask you not to come out?" β
I turned my head to look at the wound on his chest, and said with a cold face: "If I don't come, I'm afraid you will be slaughtered by them." β
"What's going on with your wound and why is it still bleeding?"
Zhang Lingchuan glanced down at his chest and said to me lightly: "I don't know what they used, after this charm is pierced into the wound, it will be difficult to heal." β
I frowned: "How so?" Let's hurry back and let Meng Po see your injuries. β
Zhang Lingchuan snorted, not dwelling on this issue.
But along the way, he chatted with Zhao Cheng through my mouth.
is nothing more than talking about how Zhao Cheng escaped from that immortal tomb over the years, and how he became what he is now.
Although I was only talking, the more I listened, the more uncomfortable it became.
Over the years, he has never given up on himself, despite being reduced to this appearance.
But he could only helplessly watch the fake Zhao Cheng occupy his body, face his face, and do evil.
It's embarrassing to listen to.
During the conversation, we had already walked to the entrance of the funeral street, and Zhang Lingchuan only sensed for a moment that something was wrong inside.
"Be careful, it smells of blood."
We glanced at each other and hurried in, only to see Old Man Wang standing at the entrance of the street with a coffin covered in blood.
Zhang Lingchuan hurriedly stepped forward: "Old man, are you okay?" β
He gasped and shuddered as he reached out and pointed ahead.
He ...... He's coming......"
Who is he?
We didn't have time to ask, but the old man Wang in the coffin shop just swallowed under our noses.
"Old man Wang!"
I hurriedly stepped forward to check on his injuries, only to find that he had already lost his breath.
Zhang Lingchuan stretched out his hand and closed his eyes, and said with a sad face: "Lao Wang, go all the way." β
"Bossβ"
He clenched his hands into fists, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably: "Someone has broken into the funeral street, and it is still an extremely terrifying person, and they have activated the strangulation array in the funeral street. β
"Once the big array is running, it only goes in and doesn't leave."
"Old man Wang, this is defending the battle with your life!"
We continued on, only to see bright red blood stains everywhere on the funeral street.
Funeral Street has always been an extremely powerful presence for as long as I can remember.
No matter how powerful the force is, they don't dare to enter here to make trouble.
But tonight is destined to be unusual.
A scream came, and Shen Tairan and Liu Mazi fell to the ground, seriously injured.
I heard a roar and saw a figure walk into our incense shop.
"Oops, Zheng Yuan is still inside!"
We rushed forward and saw an extremely tall monster with an unrecognizable body reaching out to Zheng Yuan.
At this time, we heard him say quietly: "No vain face, magic eyes, no dead heart, what bullshit to become an immortal, I will shoot you all badly!" β
Immediately after that, he raised his hand and was about to slap Zheng Yuan's head.
At this moment, the lightning was too fast to hide her ears, Kong Sanniang actually appeared, she slapped Zheng Yuan hard, and vomited blood on the spot.
Zhang Lingchuan and I picked up the ink fountain line and rushed up.
Zhang Lingchuan burst out, his eyes were red, and he was about to take the life of this monster.
But the moment he was on the ink fountain line, it didn't have any effect.
As we froze, the man suddenly turned around, revealing a face we never expected.
"Xuanqing Dao Chief......" I opened my mouth in amazement, but met him with a gloomy smile.
"Xiaolingchuan, long time no see."
Zhang Lingchuan froze in place and couldn't speak for a long time.
"How can this be ......"
Daoist Xuanqing stretched out his already stiffened fingernails: "Of course, it's because I've awakened a long time ago." β
"Zhang Lingchuanβ"
"No, I should have called you by your name from a thousand years ago, Lu Zhudao people."
"When you got Fuxi's preaching, you designed an immortality bureau to prevent us from taking away immortality, and find a way to lure us into zombies."
"Who knows, we'll still see each other."