The boy was stunned for a while, then he felt the pain. He cried out: "It hurts! Master, it hurts!"

The middle-aged Heavenly Master looked at me coldly, and the chime he held in his hand made a vibrating sound, which penetrated into the seams of human bones, like a steel needle piercing flesh.

"Zhao Rui! Don't think that just because you have made a name for yourself outside, you can do whatever you want. A violent person like you who is vicious and hurtful at every turn still wants to join our Heavenly Master Association? I will report it to the Venerable and have you

Take it off the inspection list!"

As the middle-aged Heavenly Master spoke, he took the young man's finger and stretched it upward.

"Ahhh!"

The young man shed tears of pain, but he did not dare to speak. He just held his fingers pitifully and blew the air.

I twitched the corner of my mouth, showed a cynical smile, and said hehely: "Don't think that your Celestial Master Association can do whatever you want just because you have made a name for yourself outside. A violent force like the Celestial Master Association that doesn't distinguish between black and white and hides evil and evil.

Organization, you still want me to join? There is no way! The Celestial Master Association has not even put me on the inspection list!"

The middle-aged Celestial Master sneered, took out two talismans from his arms, and held a complicated spell with both hands. His eyes were like poisonous snakes, shooting out cold light, and swung the talisman outwards, facing my face.

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I stood still and stretched out one hand in front of me. I even had time to observe the appearance of the talisman.

It's actually different from all the talismans I've seen.

interesting.

I easily grabbed the talisman, and the talisman suddenly exploded in my hand. I held it with my palm and squeezed out all the exploding breath.

After unlocking the gene lock, my body has long been different from ordinary people. The power of the explosion of this talisman is equivalent to the ability of a bullet, which is not powerful.

The talisman turned into ashes in my hands.

The middle-aged Heavenly Master's mustache was shaking violently, his eyes were full of disbelief, and he shouted angrily: "Impossible! Who are you?! How can you block the Yang Yan Talisman?!"

"It turns out this is called the Sun Flame Talisman, which is quite interesting. Could you please fire two more? This thing is like scratching an itch, and it didn't even break my hand."

The middle-aged Heavenly Master was sweating on his head. He took two steps back and even forgot to continue banging the chime on his hand.

He looked at me as if he were looking at a monster.

He became angry and said to Song Zhen: "Since you have invited a powerful heavenly master, there is no need for Pindao. Pindao will leave now!"

I snorted coldly: "If you are not as skilled as others, you will run away from the battle. This fellow Taoist is too old. He should go home and farm as soon as possible, so as not to make a fool of himself!"

The middle-aged Heavenly Master pointed at me angrily and couldn't even speak. His eyes were full of resentment and unwillingness.

The look in his eyes was not that of a black goat, it was not even as scary as a yellow-skinned man.

I grinned at him, looking cynical.

Song Zhen quickly came out to smooth things over. She praised the middle-aged Celestial Master again and again, and promised to give him an extra five hundred thousand yuan. The middle-aged Celestial Master finally calmed down slightly and stopped talking about leaving.

Song Zhen turned her head again and said that she would give us an additional five hundred thousand, so that for her sake, we should not argue with the Celestial Masters. After all, these two Celestial Masters were decided by her grandmother during her lifetime, and she would not use these two.

The position is not available.

Song Zhen hinted that if Wang Lan's last wish hadn't been like this, she would definitely have wanted me to do the work. After all, I am now famous and very powerful.

I waved my hand modestly and did not embarrass Song Zhen. After all, Song Zhen gave too much, and even the innocent Celestial Master stopped talking.

If I don't give in, I will look like a chicken.

However, if this Heavenly Master wants to be unfavorable to Zhang Geng because of this matter, then I will definitely not be merciful.

Zhang Geng winked at me and whispered: "Brother Zhao, five hundred thousand!"

There was a cold light in my eyebrows: "They will do something later and you will sit in the coffin. Aren't you afraid of them doing something?"

Zhang Geng shivered, and then he thought of this. He ran behind the middle-aged Heavenly Master and muttered something to him.

The anger of the middle-aged Heavenly Master who was originally burning with anger gradually subsided, and within a few words, he actually nodded slightly to Zhang Geng and his expression softened.

I don’t know what Zhang Geng said to him.

In short, after that, the middle-aged Heavenly Master pretended that he had not seen me, regarded me as nothing, and struck the chime alone.

On the other hand, the eleven or twelve-year-old boy glared at me and stuck out his tongue viciously.

I grinned at him, half of my eyeballs fell out of their sockets, and when I stuck out my tongue, it was like a poisonous snake's tongue, bifurcated on both sides, and even my ears became ferocious and ugly.

The young man was startled, jumped back suddenly, and his whole body just hit the coffin.

The coffin lid moved back, revealing a dark, tiny gap.

The middle-aged Heavenly Master's expression changed. He grabbed the glutinous rice on the altar table and threw it into the coffin. At the same time, with quick eyes and quick hands, he slapped the coffin lid with his hand and pushed hard.

"Bang!" The coffin lid returned into place and fit tightly.

At this moment, I saw clearly what was going on inside the coffin.

There lay an old woman with white hair, her eyes were wide open, bloodshot and bulging, like a toad.

Her mouth was wide open, with no tongue or teeth. It was empty and black, and even the mucosa in her mouth could not be shown.

Her hands were squeezing her neck tightly, and her skinny hands were thinner than tree branches in winter.

She seemed to have been strangled to death by herself.

Human beings cannot strangle themselves to death. The most they can do is strangle themselves until they pass out.

I am sure that there is something fishy about the death of Wang Lan, a famous midwife from eight villages in this area.

After the middle-aged Heavenly Master took care of this, he breathed a sigh of relief. He slapped the young man on the face, making his cheek red, swollen and swollen.

The young man covered his cheek, his eyes were red, and he apologized tremblingly: "Master, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it..."

"Aye, when you get home, ask for thirty sticks."

"yes!"

The young man was calm and did not dare to refute. He just covered his face and stared at me secretly, obviously writing this note on my head.

I smiled at him imitating Zhang Geng's appearance, which made the boy gasp in anger.

After the middle-aged Heavenly Master taught the boy a lesson, he asked Zhang Geng to wear a white cloth and sit on the coffin.

Zhang Geng asked: "Wang Tianshi, how long will I have to sit in the coffin?"

Wang Tianshi, who had a mustache, said without even raising his eyelids: "Seven days."

"Seven days?"

Zhang Geng was shocked. He didn't expect that it would take so long to sit in the coffin.
Chapter completed!