Chapter 597: The monsters and monsters gather together


Chapter 597: The monsters and monsters gathered together

"Announcer!"

"He is here too?"

Gao Ming and Fu Shu spoke at the same time, both of whom remember the old anti-gate.

"Don't conflict with the updater for the time being. That old guy is the last updater in the town. He is extremely strong and can invite all his ancestors at critical moments." Fu Shu lowered his head, not daring to stare at the silk incense on the updater's head for too long, as if he was worried that he would be discovered by something.

"Yes." Gao Ming always felt that the refuneral was different from other useful gods in the town. The other party's purpose of going to the Nine-level Spirit View should be different from other useful gods: "If it reaches the worst level, it is also a good choice to make the refuneral unspeakable."

"Don't think about it. Now is a time to die. Only by holding the power of unspeakable can you feel at ease when you hold it firmly in your own hands, and no one else is worthy of trust." Fu Shu bet on Gao Ming, and he also hoped that Gao Ming would take him out of Zhe Meng Town.

As more and more ghosts and gods came to the Nine-level Spiritual Temple, conflicts broke out inevitably. I don’t know who took the first move. Gao Ming only saw two huge stone lions knocking down the paper man carrying the white sedan chair, causing the spirit position of the god of caution to shake.

The god of taboo holds the power related to death and taboos, but the paper money falling all over the sky deliberately avoids them. All the funeral money burned to the dead in the town has been taken away by Mr. Tang.

This is no longer a matter of finding face. Mr. Tang's greed is directly aimed at the remaining three taboo gods. No matter how good they have, they will not choose to tolerate it.

At the fourth update, the paper man opened his eyes. It was such an unlucky omen, but Mr. Tang didn't care at all. His greed was based on terrifying strength. It’s just that the guests who attended the birthday party were trembling.

The sound of mourning sounded near the white sedan chair. A paper man more than three meters high waved his long sleeves in the wind. Tears were hanging on his face full of inferior dyes. Every time he cried, a guest had symptoms.

"Master Tang! Save me, I am willing to give you all the money! Give it all!"

"Isn't Tang's house still lacking maids? I'll send my daughter to your mansion! Save me! Save me!"

"A man surnamed Tang, you don't keep your promise! You said that you can keep my family safe by paying money for your life! You lied to me!"

Those guests who have been squeezed out of value are full of illness. Some have thick water flowed out of their bodies, some have turned into dry bones, and guests with birthday gifts are protected by paper money, just coughing and headaches.

Five labors and seven injuries, Mr. Tang did not think about helping them treat their illness, but just kept them breath so that they could continue to bring benefits to themselves.

To be honest, the attitude of the taboo god towards paper people is much better than that of Mr. Tang in treating the townspeople.

"The fourth update of the ugly time, the weather is cold and the ground is frozen!"

As the drum beat, the speed of paper money flying slowed down a lot. The old man had a silk incense on his neck, and walked directly between the guests and the paper man who were about to take action, and separated the two forces.

"The fourth day, frost is coming, and you can only have the opportunity to spend the long night with firewood and keep warm." The old updater was alone, but he was worth more than a thousand troops. Neither Mr. Tang nor the god of jealousy attacked him, and seemed very restrained. "Old thing, you are covered with the evil spirit of my knife." The butcher's tyrannical voice came from behind the pig's face: "Did you steal my knife?"

" I have taken care of my own things." The old updater did not turn around and stood towards the Nine-level Spirit Temple.

"**! You're so tired of living! I'll chop you into meat stuffing and then dig out your ancestors to drink!"

"Old sir, don't be as good as him. He just said, "Who doesn't know that you're worried about the safety of Zhemeng Town, you must not have stolen that knife!"

The two voices in the butcher's mind began to quarrel again, and the switch did not respond, and all his attention was on the Nine-level Spiritual View: "Immortal Palace? Auspiciousness? Exit? None of these could appear in Zhemeng Town! Nine-level Spiritual View must be a scam!"

"So what about the scam? I have been in this place enough!" The butcher pulled the pig's face and pulled out the bone-cutting knife from the flesh and blood: "Beasts, a group of beasts! I won't let me go! I'll kill you all!"

"An update." A gloomy and vicissitudes of voice sounded from the paper money: "I am the most ruler in Zhemeng Town and never do anything. These Nine-level Spiritual Views are harmful to the town but have no benefits. I represent Tang Zhai is willing to help you. Enter the temple to investigate. "

"Bad! Who doesn't know that you, Mr. Tang, are greedy! You only abide by the rules that are beneficial to you! It's your fault that Zhemeng Town has become like this now!" The butcher tore his face and grabbed blood marks: "Get out! Don't stop me!" "Haha." The voice in the Tang house team was filled with a smile: "Lingguan is the sky, the upper door is open, old man, you can't stop the people from going past, I know people's hearts better than you. If you really want to protect Zhemeng Town, then join forces with me, we will eliminate all hidden dangers and turn the nine-story Lingguan into an ordinary house, just like other buildings in the town."

Unlike the "God of Use" who can communicate, the God of Disguise has begun to act. Several paper men dressed up are no different from those of living people, twisted their waists, recited scriptures, and entered the wooden door west of Lingguan with a pious look on their faces.

A sizzling sound sounded, and there was no threshold for Lingguan, which meant that all things could enter. However, after those paper people stepped into it, dark green ghost fires ignited on their bodies. Most of the paper people turned directly into ashes, and a small number of expressions became more pious. The imprint of the taboo god on their bodies was removed, and new skins grew on the paper shell, as if they were really adults.

No mistakes, one poem, one post, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one read!

No matter how the inner soul bell of the white sedan chair swayed, the paper people who had grown new skin were indifferent. They no longer obeyed the orders of the god of precepts, folded their hands together, walked towards the higher level of the Spirit Temple, and soon disappeared from everyone's sight.

"This spiritual view is a disaster! It must be destroyed!" The updater was determined and had a firm attitude, but he could not help but have other "used gods" with ulterior motives.

"The updater is right." Mr. Tang is a smiling tiger, and is best at lip service. While echoing the updater, he spread the paper money: "The land temple is pressed on the street, and those abandoned spiritual temples are piled up here. Some people raised such a monster under our noses under their noses under them. I guess, these nine-layer spiritual temples must have helpers, and their helpers are hidden among all kinds of ghosts and gods."

Paper money covers the door north of Lingguan like snowflakes. Mr. Tang said domineeringly: "I don't want to have any conflict with you. Lingguan has four entrances. The road to the north belongs to me. If anyone dares to make trouble, I will treat them as Lingguan's helpers."

With a big sleeve, the guests were moved by the black line and walked towards the north entrance one by one.

The updater also knew that Mr. Tang only cared about him. He was a lunatic who could even torture his own son and could not take the overall situation into consideration.

(This chapter ends)

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