"Thanks."
Listening to Master Ten and the others cheering in unison, Zhang Xin felt excited. Even though Zhang Ze said that there was no need to thank him, it was just a transaction, he still couldn't help but express his sincere gratitude.
She is not a fool. She can see clearly that Zhang Ze has a strong background.
because.
She discovered that not only the zombie in Fengmen Village was the Corpse King, but also the Corpse Ancestor Twelve and Master Ten beside him. Both of them behaved normally, but she felt a kind of heart palpitations inexplicably.
Especially since the zombies in Fengmen Village were whispering to Master Ten and Corpse Ancestor Twelve just now, she could clearly see that the tone of the zombies in Fengmen Village towards Master Ten and Corpse Ancestor Twelve was that of a subordinate facing a superior, or an employee facing a manager. of.
"Please, Miss Zhang Xin, please come with me. Your brother and I are not familiar with each other, and I need you to help lead the way."
Zhang Ze didn't bother, and immediately set off to help Zhang Xin.
"Give me the umbrella." He asked Corpse Ancestor Twelve for a red parasol in his hand.
This is a magic weapon he prepared before coming. It is used to allow Zhang Xin to show off in the daytime and in front of living people, and to play a protective role. She is just a ghost who has just died. Her strength is very weak, only stronger than ordinary ghosts. Some.
Corpse Ancestor Twelve clearly handed over the red parasol. As early as last night, Zhang Ze had read the information about Zhang Xin's siblings. Both Zhang Ze and it expected that they might be brother-supporting demons, so for the sake of convenience, they specially prepared parasols.
Comes in handy now.
"If you hold an umbrella, it will ensure that you move around like a living person. If you encounter danger, open the umbrella to keep you safe." Zhang Ze held out the umbrella.
Zhang Xin carefully took the umbrella.
When she opened the umbrella, both she and the ghosts around her were shocked.
The red parasol unfolded, and the billowing ghostly energy spread all over Zhang Xin's body like a spring.
In an instant.
Zhang Xin was shrouded in the huge ghost aura, and his aura was rising steadily. In the blink of an eye, he rose from an ordinary ghost to a serious ghost. His speed did not decrease, but became faster. He reached the level of a ghost king in a few breaths.
But even after reaching the Ghost King, the upward trend has weakened, but it has not stopped there and is still rising slowly.
"!!!"
"Oh my God."
The ghosts present were shocked.
Zhang Xin also exclaimed in surprise and looked at Zhang Ze, his eyes full of shock.
Even though she was not very strong as a ghost exorcist during her lifetime, she still knew the circle of ghost exorcists. A magical weapon that could easily elevate an ordinary ghost to the rank of ghost king was by no means an ordinary magical weapon and was not available in ordinary sects.
Even if there is one, it is definitely at the town sect level.
"Isn't this too expensive? What if I lose it?" Zhang Xincheng was terrified. She was afraid that the magic weapon Zhang Ze lent her would be lost. She couldn't afford to pay for it.
"It's okay to lose it. It's just a gadget I tinkered with when I was a kid."
Zhang Ze waved his hand casually.
The Tenth Master said at this time: "Your Majesty, if I remember correctly, this umbrella is the red umbrella that Si Niang takes out to clean it from time to time. If so, you can't lose it. Si Niang will go crazy."
"I know." Zhang Ze smiled after hearing this: "This umbrella is a self-defense weapon I made for my fourth mother after she followed me. Now that my fourth mother is stronger, she doesn't need the red umbrella."
He knew that Si Niang would cherish anything he gave her. The reason was that it was a gift from him.
immediately.
Zhang Ze added:
"Unless you are stronger than the top ghost king level, no one can snatch this umbrella away. Even if you lose it, it doesn't matter. I have marked it and you can get it back. If it is damaged, then I will make a better red umbrella for you. Si Niang."
"That's good." Master Shi felt relieved and replied cheerfully.
When the zombies from Fengmen Village saw this, they came up curiously: "Master Ten, was that umbrella made by Your Majesty when he was a child?"
The zombies in Fengmen Village felt the terror of that umbrella more thoroughly than Zhang Xin.
This is definitely a sect-level magic weapon, but Zhang Ze could make it when he was a child? It was curious for a moment.
"I heard what Fourth Mother said." The Tenth Master said obliquely: "I have not been able to follow you as long as Fourth Mother. Fourth Mother, Third Uncle and others have been following you for a long time. It is said that I followed you when I was five or six years old. .”
"Ah?!" The zombies in Fengmen Village stared wide-eyed.
If you follow Your Majesty at the age of five or six, doesn't it mean that Your Majesty will be able to create a sect-level magic weapon at the age of five or six...
When I first saw the body-protecting magic weapon made of Kunlun jade, I thought that your master's knowledge of making magic weapons was only learned after it became strong. After all, the strength will reach a bottleneck when it reaches a certain level. During this period, many people, demons, and ghosts They will all choose to tinker with other things to relieve stress.
Now it seems that it is not what it thought.
"So your Majesty was very powerful when he was five or six years old, and he was also very powerful in making magic weapons? Both of them go hand in hand?" the Fengmen Village zombie asked in surprise.
"It's not just about moving forward hand in hand." Master Shi interrupted with a smile, and then said with a smile: "I heard that your master's formation skills were also perfected at that time. I heard Xiao Liuzi say so."
Suddenly.
The zombies in Fengmen Village immediately thought of the terrifying formations on Xiao Liuzi's body.
It's not that they are advancing simultaneously, but that they are blooming on three fronts.
With this shock in their hearts, the Fengmen Village zombies and Zhang Ze left the cemetery. Zhang Xin followed closely, clutching the parasol with both hands.
The entrance to the cemetery.
"Have you finished sweeping the grave so soon?" The old man, the cemetery administrator, had just made a cup of hot water.
"Yes." Zhang Ze casually said a few words and left.
And just as the old cemetery administrator watched Zhang Ze leave, he glanced at Zhang Xin, who was following Zhang Ze, and was stunned for a moment.
"Eh? Was there this little girl just now?" The old administrator scratched his head in surprise.
…
Japan, a three-star hotel in Tokyo.
at this time.
Zhang Xin put his hands on the laptop on his desk. There were work documents on the screen. He seemed to be working, but he was sitting there in a daze at the moment, not knowing what he was thinking about.
Not long after thinking about it, he frowned slightly, inserted his hands into his hair and scratched hard:
"Damn it! Why do I still have to be interfered with by the circle's affairs even if I am out of the supernatural circle? It's my family's family! It's always my family's family."
He was so irritated that he kept mumbling until the end, and finally turned into a sigh:
"Sister, what should I do? Do I really want to join the sect? But so what if I join? It's too late for me to join now."
Ding dong.
All the irritability stopped with the WeChat notification sound on the computer.
He subconsciously moved the mouse and clicked on the WeChat message.
moment.
He was stunned.
I thought it was a message from the company, but when I looked at it, I saw that it was a message from the WeChat account of my deceased sister Zhang Xin.
[Zhang Xin]: Brother, where are you now?
Zhang Xin was stunned for a moment after seeing the message, and frowned the next second. He knew very well that his sister was dead. Although he saw her ghost two days ago, he had already let her ghost go back.
Theoretically, it's impossible for my sister to send him a message.
Thoughts came and went quickly. After the next message from my sister Zhang Xin, my thoughts were dismissed.
To be precise.
This is not a message, it is a voice message.
…
