Wen Zhong returned to the hall. After declining invitations from a bunch of people, he opened the Ghost Controller Forum in the corner, constantly searching for clues about suppressing the resurgence of ghosts.
"Sure enough, it's not that easy." Wen Zhong frowned. He searched through many posts but couldn't see any news about suppressing the resurrection of the ghost.
And that bead, if you think about it from his perspective, if he had such a treasure, let alone giving it away, Wen Zhong would not even take it out.
At this moment, Huang Gongming, who had changed his outfit, walked into the hall, waved to Wen Zhong, who was thinking about life in the corner, and shouted: "Lao Wen, I heard what my dad said."
Then he stepped forward and stared at Wen Zhong with a thief expression: "Did you secretly become Taoist Priest Taiqing's disciple?"
"Lao Huang, please keep your voice down. Who did you listen to? Why didn't you say that he was the one who worshiped me as his teacher?"
"Holy shit, I've always heard that you're really promising! Then doesn't that mean he has become my junior brother?" Huang Gongming clasped his fingers, "Holy shit, if an immortal master becomes my junior brother, then wouldn't I become an immortal now? Already?"
"Immortal Lord, I think you might as well become an Immortal Emperor and rule for eternity." Looking at Huang Gongming's two-match appearance, Wen Zhong finally understood why his father was worried about his future, but he was still confused: "And Lao Huang, when did you become my apprentice?"
"You forgot, the day you, the ugly man, saved the handsome man, didn't I say that I wanted to become your disciple?" Huang Gongming deliberately made a shy expression, which made Wen Zhong almost vomit out the mold in his stomach.
"Don't frame my innocence here. I even remember clearly how many farts you farted that day."
"Oh, I'm so sorry that I forgot, that day I worshiped you as my teacher in my heart."
Wen Zhong was speechless. This Huang Gongming was really talented in some aspects. He was obviously a rich second generation who had no worries about food and clothing, but he could always refresh his lower limit of understanding of Erbi.
The two continued to argue, and Wen Zhong took the opportunity to ask him about the haunted house in Qilin Mansion, but Huang Gongming shook his head and said that he had no knowledge at all.
According to him, he doesn't come here very often because there are no Internet cafes nearby and playing games alone lacks passion.
Just like this, time passed minute by minute, and soon it was ten o'clock in the evening. Seeing that the Taoist had already left the hall one step ahead of him, Wen Zhong said goodbye to Huang Gongming with a complicated expression. Against the cool wind, he slowly walked towards Wuhe Village. Go to the door.
Wen Zhong gently stroked the wound on his face, and he had already made a decision in his heart.
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At this moment, the Taoist was preparing to tell Huang Keshang to disperse all the people in Qilin Mansion. Even if Wen Zhong really didn't agree in the end, he would still give it a try.
"It's a pity that this bead is of no use to me, otherwise why would I take the risk to catch a fierce ghost." The Taoist took out the white bead with some depression. As he said himself, this thing was just useless in his hand. That’s all.
At this time, a figure slowly walked out of Wuhe Village in the distance. Upon closer inspection, it was Wen Zhong.
"My dear friend, you are really trustworthy." Seeing Wen Zhong appear on time, the Taoist felt slightly relieved.
"Taoist Master, I've already thought about it." Wen Zhong looked indifferent and showed no emotion. "I promise to help you."
Wen Zhong has thought it through. There are some things that he cannot escape, even if he escapes them for a while, he cannot escape them for a lifetime.
He had thrown away the opportunity to cook a ghost, and he had also wasted the opportunity to take the supernatural bus. If he escapes again this time, he may never have another chance in the future.
"Okay, since my friend has decided, let's leave immediately." The Taoist's cloudy eyes flashed with light when he heard this, "This "ghost-suppressing bead" will be handed over to my friend as a deposit. After the completion of the matter, it will suppress the recovery of the evil ghost." The method even a poor Taoist will offer with both hands."
After saying that, he directly handed the beads and the instructions for using them to Wen Zhong. Wen Zhong didn't show any pretense. He said thank you and kicked the beads into his pocket.
Then the two of them came to the north of Qilin Mansion under the guidance of the Taoist. There stood a two-story villa with ivory white exterior walls, pointed roofs, and several statues in the middle of the garden. It was a typical Western style style villa.
"Where water nourishes gods." The Taoist twirled his goatee with a serious expression, "How can a Chinese-style mansion build a Western villa? This place is where the evil ghost lives."
Although Wen Zhong didn't know much about Feng Shui, he had gone to college and vaguely felt that the Taoist priest was just talking nonsense.
"My friend, wait a moment, there are a few people who want to come in with us." The Taoist priest has asked Huang Keshang to disperse the entire mansion, and there are currently only six people left in the mansion.
Needless to say, Taoist and Wen Zhong, his two apprentices were among them, and Huang Keshang, who was worried, also kept Hu Qiu, who was his secretary and bodyguard, in the name of assisting in the work.
Of course, the most unexpected thing is that Huang Gongming also stayed.
"Old Huang, get out of here quickly." Wen Zhong looked at Huang Gongming with a livid face.
He could probably guess that this Taoist priest was probably going to use the lives of ordinary people as stepping stones to lure out the evil spirits. He couldn't control other people, but facing his friend, Wen Zhong couldn't just watch him die. .
"Lao Wen, what are you afraid of? Isn't there Taoist Taiqing?" Huang Gongming looked indifferent, "Besides, Lao Wen, you're not here too."
Seeing Huang Gongming's appearance of not taking it too seriously, Wen Zhong frowned. If it weren't for his poor condition, he might have directly used the ghost realm to throw Huang Gongming out of the Qilin Mansion.
"Little friend, wait a minute, this is the suggestion of the poor Taoist." Seeing that Wen Zhong had rolled up his sleeves and was about to take action, the Taoist hurriedly came out to smooth things over, "Little friend Huang is a pure yang body that is rare to see in a hundred years. It is very useful for subduing evil ghosts."
"Taoist Master, are you kidding me?" He didn't expect that it was the old Taoist who asked Huang Gongming to stay. He lowered his voice and whispered: "Don't let the dog plow the water thief when he crosses the river. Huang Gongming is my friend, and he must not Something happened."
"So that's the case. It's because Pindao didn't think enough about it. In that case, Pindao will call someone to take Huang Xiaoyou out of Qilin Mansion." The Taoist's expression remained unchanged, as if he didn't understand the meaning of Wen Zhong's words.
Seeing that the Taoist was pretending to be confused, Wen Zhong narrowed his eyes and finally said nothing. As for Huang Gongming, Wen Zhong had automatically turned on the "voice filtering system."
While the Taoist was on the phone, Wen Zhong touched the beads in his pocket and sighed in his heart, maybe he would use it to save his life soon...
