After hearing Chen Wei's words, Zhao Youliang answered immediately.
"Brother, don't worry, everything has been arranged."
"Before we came, I asked Brother Xiong to tell Brother Huang's family about the things in the store, and then Brother Huang's family responded and said that someone would come to help with the situation all night."
"That's good, that's good." Chen Wei nodded repeatedly.
"Once things in your store cause trouble, they will be more ferocious than the zombies yesterday!"
Zhao Youliang believed what Chen Wei said.
Because he had stuffed the "stinky money" under the puppet's feet the night he went there, and he was beaten away by the paper man in the end.
Although I am not sure if it is the body of a murderer.
After thinking about it, Zhao Youliang thought of another question: It seems that Brother Huang's family should be very powerful!
Not to mention anything else, just being able to control his own paper-making shop is unmatched by anyone.
At least among the people Zhao Youliang knew, no one dared to enter the shop, let alone suppress him for a whole night.
...
I don’t know what happened on the road ahead, but it was blocked until late at night.
Fortunately, Xiao Li had instant noodles, mineral water, etc. in his car, so the three of them did not go hungry.
As the time approached midnight, Zhao Youliang's thoughts flew back to the paper shop: I hope there will be no accidents... I believe in Brother Huang's family!
At this time, the paper shop was much warmer and more harmonious than Zhao Youliang had imagined.
I saw two figures appearing in front of the door without any warning:
One of the old men was wearing a fur coat and holding a long pipe in his mouth. He was the elder of the Huang family who had been here a few days ago and gave Zhao Youliang the map.
His true identity is Huang Zuo, the contemporary head of the Huang family.
The figure standing next to Huang Zuo was in white robes and white hair. The evening breeze blew his clothes around, as if an immortal had descended into the world.
There was another unfolded golden folding fan floating behind his head, with a gentle smile on his face.
Anyone who meets this person will sigh from the bottom of his heart: "What a stranger, he is like jade, and his son is unparalleled in the world."
It is none other than Chang Huaiyuan, the contemporary patriarch of the Chang family and the master of Wanlong Mountain among the five great immortals.
Looking at the paper shop in front of him, Chang Huaiyuan smiled helplessly.
"Brother Huang Zuo is really in a good mood. He even asked me to come here for a drink."
"I wonder if the owner of this place has been notified beforehand?"
Huang Zuo laughed and opened the door of the paper shop.
"Brother Huaiyuan, you are still so polite."
"What's the point of us brothers coming here to notify us? Just go in."
The sudden appearance of the "uninvited guest" naturally woke up the big yellow dog who was sleeping in his nest.
The big yellow dog rushed out with a swish. He was just about to show his teeth and teach others a lesson, but when he saw the person clearly, he immediately gave up.
The dog's face was full of flattery, he clamped his tail and knelt on the ground with a pop, kowtowing to Huang Zuo and Chang Huaiyuan.
There was a banging sound.
That pious and respectful attitude would make even the most filial sons and grandsons call him an expert when they see him.
Huang Zuo has a humorous personality and couldn't help laughing when he saw the big yellow dog's behavior.
"I didn't see it, but you are quite sensible."
"Okay, okay, go ahead and sleep while you sleep, don't worry about us."
"We will have others to receive us."
As he spoke, he waved his sleeves and gently sent the big yellow dog back to its kennel.
But even so, the big yellow dog still kept the same posture and kowtowed.
It's like I'm addicted and can't stop...
Regarding the politeness of the big yellow dog, Huang Zuo was helpless and could only let it do as he pleased.
Just as he was about to step into the paper shop, he saw a gray line suddenly appear on the ground, as thick as a baby's arm.
It is the line of life and death that has blocked the paper man many times in the previous article.
Huang Zuo sighed and slowly shook his head: "The line between life and death is separated by yin and yang, and one step can cross an inch of heartbreak... Alas, in fact, they are also pitiful people."
Chang Huaiyuan nodded slightly when he heard the words: "Buddhists say that all living beings suffer."
"If it hadn't been for Mr. De's mercy, we would be one of these millions of living beings, struggling in a sea of suffering."
When the head of the Chang family mentioned "Sir", Huang Zuo immediately put away his cynical attitude, and together with Chang Huaiyuan, they raised their fists in the sky and saluted.
After saluting, the two masters of the family crossed the line between life and death that terrified countless practitioners as if they were walking on flat ground.
Huang Zuo smiled and said to the backyard of the paper shop: "Okay, you can come over now that we are here."
"Are the drinks and food ready?"
"Ready, already prepared!"
As he was talking, he saw Xiong Ba and the Evil Hall Immortals busy for a while, quickly bringing up the banquet that had been prepared in advance.
The dining table was placed right in front of the two scary dolls.
After finishing their work, all the "immortal families", led by Xiong Ba, kowtowed to Huang Zuo and Chang Huaiyuan.
"The little beast of the wilderness pays homage to the two masters of the house. The masters of the house will enjoy eternal blessings."
Chang Huaiyuan, a peerless young master, disliked others kneeling down and worshiping him the most in his life.
So he immediately waved his hand lightly and lifted up Xiong Ba and the others.
"You're welcome, you can do whatever you want."
While he was talking, a wilted Chang Jie floated out from the backyard and directly into Chang Huaiyuan's arms.
He still opened his mouth in the same way, but this time he said two more words: "Uncle, my parents are both dragons, but I am a maggot. There is no sense in this matter."
Chang Huaiyuan gently stroked Chang Jie, his face full of love.
"Uncle knows that you feel wronged, good boy."
"Practice well, and one day you will ride on the wind and rise upwards."
"Uncle said it!"
I don't know if Chang Jie understood it, but after Chang Huaiyuan finished speaking, he flew up and floated towards the backyard.
"My parents are both dragons, but I am a maggot. How can this make sense..."
Looking at the pitiful Chang Jie, Chang Huaiyuan felt heartbroken and helpless.
At the same time, Huang Zuo said: "Brother Huaiyuan, why don't we meet this kid Chang Jie?"
"Yes." Chang Huaiyuan nodded gently: "The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold."
"I believe this child will be out of trouble one day."
The ordinary conversation between Huang Zuo, Chang Huaiyuan, and Chang Jie was like thunder in the ears of Xiong Ba and others.
Although they knew that Chang Jie was a direct descendant of the Chang family, they never expected that he was actually the nephew of the owner of Wanlong Mountain!
This kind of status is like a prince in the entire Northern Kingdom cultivation world!
It seems that from now on, I have to show more respect to this strange egg... Master Chang Jie, and I must not lose the slightest bit of etiquette.
Otherwise, the anger of the Northern Blood Dragon would not be something that ordinary people could bear.
Not to mention ordinary people, even century-old ghosts and thousand-year-old ghost kings can't do it!
Although the owner of Wanlong Mountain is gentle and elegant, he looks like a scholar.
In fact, he is the Lord of Killing, the real Lord of Killing!
The reputation of "The moon shines on the mountain of corpses, and the sea of blood rolls over the dragon" was not blown out by someone, but by this man who killed him with each punch!
The last guy who dared to doubt the murderous nature of the owner of Wanlong Mountain has been reincarnated for many years now...
