The phone rang for only three seconds before it was answered.
"explain!"
On the other side of the phone, Zhang Ziliang's voice was concise and clear.
"The situation has changed. There is still a sleeping Buddha in the Buddhist Kingdom, called Guangde Buddha. He has fallen into the Bodhisattva state due to premature awakening."
"I am recuperating in seclusion, and I will recover in more than 20 days."
"I want to kill him too."
Wang Ye said with a cold tone.
There was silence on the other side of the phone, and after a moment he said, "Underworld?"
"right."
"Can I contact you?"
Wang Ye asked.
Zhang Ziliang hesitated for a moment: "Yes, but can the underworld believe it?"
"For the time being, I can still believe it." Wang Ye thought for a moment and gave an affirmative answer.
Zhang Ziliang asked: "Operation time?"
"Ten days later."
"So urgent?"
"Well, that's almost enough."
"Okay, ten days later at twelve o'clock at noon, the people from the underworld will appear at your side on time and cooperate with you. Remember that time and don't have anyone else around you. As for contacting the underworld, I will do it."
Zhang Ziliang said: "Is there anything else?"
"No, wish me luck."
After speaking, Wang Ye hung up the phone, and a plume of black smoke rose from the phone and an alarm sounded.
...
Wang Ye was speechless and threw the phone away. A few seconds later, the phone made a muffled sound, exploded, and completely shattered into pieces.
But since Zhang Ziliang said that he had a way to communicate with the people in the underworld, he should be confident that he just needed to wait quietly that day.
The moment Wang Ye entered the Buddhist Kingdom with three hundred Buddhist soldiers, he attracted the attention of countless people.
These three hundred Buddhist soldiers are too powerful.
At first glance, he belongs to the elite type. Whether it is his discipline, his eyes, or his own aura, they all reveal a message.
extraordinary!
After placing the three hundred Buddhist soldiers in the Buddha Temple, Wang Ye entered seclusion again.
Jie Ai seems to have more confidence.
For a time, the bottom contradiction intensified again.
Fight...
upgrade.
…
Wasteland.
Mao Yongan was like a monkey, jumping up and down, holding a compass in his hand, constantly looking for something in the ruins. Soon, the pointer of the compass began to fly rapidly!
His eyes lit up!
Great treasure!
A lot of treasures!
Otherwise this compass would not produce such a vision!
If not, it will come in peace!
When people are unlucky to a certain extent, good luck will indeed come to them!
He took a deep breath and quickly rushed over in the direction drawn by the compass.
About half an hour later.
A ruined city.
Mao Yongan kept twisting and turning in the abandoned city, and finally came to a spacious street!
This street...
It was densely packed with many ghosts walking around, exuding a terrifying aura.
and...
Some of the ghosts were standing on both sides of the street, with a stall in front of them with some supernatural items scattered here and there.
Commonly known as, ghost weapon.
Mao Yongan's body stiffened and he realized something was wrong.
It seems...
They are all belonging to an owner.
But the next second, these ghosts collectively stopped, turned their heads stiffly, and stared at Mao Yongan with dark eyes.
...
A series of roars mixed with anger rose into the sky!
This resentment goes straight to the sky!
Immediately afterwards, at this moment, all the ghosts' bodies were no longer stiff, and their movements became more agile. They aimed in the direction of Mao Yong'an and rushed over quickly.
"What's going on..."
Mao Yongan stood there, murmured something, then turned around without hesitation and rushed away quickly.
"Damn, the compass is hurting me!"
"This is not a treasure house, it is clearly a ghost den!"
He let out a shrill scream, his legs flipped up like windmills, and he even threw out dozens of paper cranes, hoisted them up, lifted his feet off the ground, and flew away into the distance!
Soon, his speed increased.
According to normal experience, this kind of ghost usually chases for a few minutes, and then gives up after finding that it cannot catch up.
But these ghosts are chasing after him!
It's as if there is no end to the world, no end to death.
With a criminal record, he quickly sensed something was wrong, and through association, he finally pulled off Wang Ye's mask from his face.
"What a sin!"
"How many troubles did the man named Wang cause in the wasteland?"
"I'll hit the Immortal Banban!"
Mao Yongan cursed wildly, and then took out a few talismans and stuck them on his body. Soon the weight of his body decreased, and he ran faster under the pull of the paper crane.
At this moment, he realized something clearly.
If...
If ghosts have a pattern of killing people...
Then their biggest murder pattern is Wang Ye's face.
Looking at Wang Ye's face automatically triggers the fatal attribute.
These ghosts were chasing behind them, and the ghostly aura and resentment they exuded made the sky a little dark.
On the way to escape, there would occasionally be ghosts passing by. Under unknown circumstances, they would subconsciously follow these ghosts and chase them.
Just like people have the mentality of following the herd.
In the crowd, ten people suddenly ran to the back, and most of the people followed them in confusion.
Ghosts...so too.
Even compared to human intelligence, the ignorant IQ of ghosts is even worse.
Gradually, there were more and more ghosts behind Mao Yongan. Even though he had taken off his mask, they seemed to accept death.
this...
It’s Wang Ye!
This ghost is so ruthless. He has already been deceived once. How could he be deceived a second time?
If you change your face, you won’t recognize me?
ridiculous!
One of the half-king-level ghosts suddenly became more enlightened at this moment, with a hint of wisdom in his eyes.
and...
These ghosts behind them have deeply remembered Mao Yongan's current face.
This is that bitch's second face. I'll see you later...
Also a sure kill!
If Mao Yongan knew that these stupid ghosts were being stimulated to think divergently at this moment, he would probably burst into tears.
Just like that, I don’t know how long I ran.
Most of the ghosts have fallen behind due to speed issues, and only a small number are left, still chasing tenaciously.
Especially the guy at the front.
There was an ancient helmet on his head, he was wearing mourning clothes, and he was holding a big black pot in his hand.
The constant bursts of crying made Mao Yongan upset.
And from its eyes, blood and tears continued to drip, falling into the iron pot.
…
At this moment, a towering mountain suddenly appeared in the distance, filled with smoke!
Mao Yongan was startled.
Since the eternal night, many mountains seem to have disappeared out of thin air.
This level of height...
It’s been too long since I’ve seen him!
The energy in his body, including the most important mental power, has reached a certain extreme. If he runs for a while longer, he will definitely become the food of these ghosts.
In desperation, he gritted his teeth and rushed towards the mountain.
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