While everyone was fighting bloody battles in front of Guanghua Mansion, Gui Lao finally ran to the Zhiren Ancestor Land with sparks and lightning.
The guarding Golden Melon Warrior (Note 1) naturally knew the famous Hongmeng Destroyer, so he only asked a few questions before leading him inside.
As for whether the other party is "harboring evil intentions" or coming to cause trouble, the Golden Melon Warrior is not worried at all:
Coming to Renzu Land to cause mischief is like going to the special forces to rob someone with a knife, but with nail clippers.
As long as he didn't drink too much fake wine or go crazy, no one would do such a stupid thing. It would be a joke to say it out loud.
People who hear this will definitely ask: Why, that guy is in a hurry and has no way to reincarnate, so he went to jump in line...
Gui Lao and our ancestors have known each other for thousands of years and can be said to be old friends.
Therefore, he was not polite after entering the door and sat down on the left side of the big man.
Together with the first shaman, Xuanyuan was sandwiched on the left and right.
The ghost guy didn't say anything after he sat down, he just sighed and kept drinking.
Under the heart-wrenching gaze of the big man, he poured down the five altars in a blink of an eye.
Seeing that something was wrong, the big man hurriedly stopped him: "Old ghost, are you addicted to alcohol and came to my ancestor to have your teeth beaten?!"
"Stop it now!"
"With your size, even a sea of wine wouldn't be enough to fill your teeth!"
Gui Lao knew that wine was the lifeblood of a man, so he did not dare to be overly presumptuous.
Sighing, he drank another jar. After packing three jars, he spoke with an aggrieved face.
"Hey, old friend, just let me drink as much as I can, and then I'll be drunk to death!"
"We are all dead anyway. We have no hope of living, so we might as well die!"
After saying that, he tried to open the wine again, but was grabbed by the big man.
"Old ghost, I do know about your fate... Congratulations... No, I sympathize with you..."
The big man said he was sympathetic, but he couldn't help but smile.
The one who laughs is called an unscrupulous person.
Even the golden man standing far away could clearly see his back teeth.
Seeing the big man "standing and talking without pain in the back" and "the full man not knowing the hunger of the hungry man", the ghost man became even more sad and angry, and pretended to drink and get drunk.
It looks like if you don't save my bloodline, I will die drunk here.
As expected, this move hit the big man's "vital gate": upon seeing this, he quickly hugged the ghost guy and moved all the wine to the other side, to a relatively safe place.
"Old friend, why are you doing this? Isn't it just to cut off your descendants... You should be happy!"
"You'll have to worry less if you have no children or grandchildren!"
"If you don't believe me, look down below and see these guys who are eating the inside and outside of what my ancestor gave birth to!"
"I was helping the witches deal with their ancestor just now!!"
At this point, the big man stopped suddenly because he found that Gui Lao's eyes were red and he was staring at his wine full of resentment.
So he quickly changed the subject: "Ahem, it seems that old friend you don't want to die just yet... How about this, since I have many heirs, I will choose the best and give you half... .How about one?"
"Just like this fat man, it's good for you to choose him: First, he's fat, and one of them can take on three of them. You won't suffer any loss if you choose him!"
"The second best way to feed yourself is to never be picky about food, eat whatever you can, and gain weight with whatever you eat! Even if you drink the northwest wind, you won't lose weight... I have tried... I have tried many times... ....”
"Third filial piety, he didn't go against me just now!"
Seeing that the big man's words became more and more unreliable, the ghost man's face became more and more helpless.
He knew very well that the big man was not a person who refused to save someone. The reason why he was like this was just to "ask for high prices" and wait for him to "pay back the money on the spot".
This is also the reason why Gui Lao didn't ask the big man for help as soon as he entered the door. He was really afraid of being tricked.
Just like millions of years ago... I was fine when I came here: pushing the moon and singing songs all the way, but after a fight, I couldn't go back!
Not only can't he go back, but he also helps guard the Yin and Yang realms for endless years for free.
The most annoying thing is that the barrier that separates the two worlds, the Two Worlds Mountain, has to be provided by ourselves.
This is equivalent to working for "capitalists" for free, and we have to bring our own tools...
The more he thought about it, the more sad and angry he became. He simply broke the jar and accepted his fate.
He sighed helplessly and said: "Okay, old friend, I know that no matter whether we are fighting or fighting, we are far from your opponents. Isn't it okay to give in and give in?"
"Anyway, I've given up on it thousands of years ago, no less than this time."
"Let me tell you directly, how can I save my bloodline? Don't let me, the old man, have no descendants and no one to rely on..."
When the big man saw the ghost guy giving up his struggle, he immediately smiled like a "profiteer".
He took out the "contract" that he had prepared long ago and was thicker than a dictionary, and pushed it unceremoniously in front of the ghost man.
"Sign and pledge!"
The ghost man was stunned, his fingers trembled for a long time before he managed to squeeze out a sentence.
"You, you wouldn't have planned what happened today and just waited to trick me?!"
Despite his helplessness, Gui Lao still squeezed out a drop of blood to make ink, and "obediently" printed his name - Kuafu on the dictionary... and the contract.
"Okay, now you can take action!"
The big man smiled and "hurriedly" put away the contract and quickly put it into his arms like a treasure.
It was like he was afraid that the ghost would regret it and take it back.
Looking at the sad and angry Gui Lao, the big man still felt a little guilty in his heart:
Alas, if it weren't for maintaining the order of Yin and Yang and allowing many descendants of mortals to live happily, he wouldn't have used such a shameless method to threaten and insist on leaving the Hongmeng Destroyer clan.
Don’t say anything else, our traditional virtue of protecting calves in China started from Da Han!
You can sacrifice your life for the happiness of future generations, but your face is nothing!
Driven by guilt, the big man poured a third of the bowl of wine for the ghost guy while laughing.
"Old friend, don't be so unhappy. Come on, let's laugh together..."
When Gui Lao heard this, he drank wine, but he didn't laugh... He barely held back from crying...
"Human race, I have signed the contract. I am going to help you protect this world for tens of thousands of years... Please hurry up and save my bloodline."
The big man was very happy this time and immediately nodded: "Okay!"
Then... there was no more, not even the next step.
Ghost guy: "..."
"Old friend, don't tell me this is the end?"
Big man: "..."
"It's really...it's really over..."
"Old ghost, if you are not satisfied, can I pour you some more wine?"
Note 1, Pumpkin Warrior:
Mostly refers to the honor guard and bodyguard in the ancient emperor's golden palace. Because the weapon he holds is a long pole with a golden gourd-shaped head, he is called a golden gourd warrior, from the fourth rank.
The modern saying of "seven feet tall" is the minimum selection standard for Jingua warriors in front of the court, that is, a height of more than seven feet.
The helmet should be eight feet high with the boots on, and the top of the helmet should be slightly lower than the tail of the pumpkin hammer.
The pumpkin hammer is one foot long and weighs sixty kilograms, so since ancient times, people with height and strength have been chosen to do the job.
There is also a legend that the golden melon hammer is one foot long.
