"No." A sharp voice echoed in the palace.
Everyone looked at him and saw that this man was wearing short clothes and a bamboo hat. He was obviously a little ghost master.
Seeing everyone present looking at him, the little ghost master named A Shibei put down the teacup in his hand.
Seeing so many people looking at him still gave him some stage fright.
After all, he is a little ghost master and relatively poor.
But he knew that he had to speak out, as this was related to the survival plan of his small tribe.
He stammered: "King, king, why can't we build countless checkpoints and battle fortresses in Ziqi to resist the attacks of the barbarians?"
"That's right, that's right, why can't we set up checkpoints and battle fortresses on our own territory?" His words were agreed by most ghost owners, and even supported by many big ghost owners.
These ghost masters shouted and looked at King Yongju.
Yingju glanced at these ghost leaders coldly and understood their little plan. They were to build checkpoints and fortresses in their own tribes or strongholds to resist the attacks of the barbarians.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. This is what the Han people said. Each ghost owner has his own agenda and just wants to keep his own territory. There is no way to form a joint force.
He nodded and signaled the palace guards to place two things in front of each ghost, big and small.
For all the ghost masters, there was a pair of chopsticks on their table, the same pair of chopsticks.
All the ghost owners don’t understand the meaning of the sentence. Is it a banquet?
But the banquet guests didn't bring out so many chopsticks. Maybe they thought there were too few of us, and they should have brought more people.
Didn’t I say that if you don’t eat, you won’t eat for free?
Yingju saw the mouths of these ghost masters twitching, not knowing what they were thinking.
He smiled faintly and said softly: "Sorry, it's not time to eat yet."
"Since it's not lunch time yet, why do you put the chopsticks out again?" Ah Shibei was unhappy and obviously unhappy.
Not only Ashibei, the little ghost master, was like this, but other ghost masters, big and small, were also unhappy.
Since we are not hosting a banquet, why should we put the chopsticks on the table? If we put the chopsticks on the table now, wouldn’t we be deceived?
Thinking of this, some ghost masters immediately stood up from their seats, some bowed their hands, some just spoke, some did not say anything, and were about to leave the palace.
Ying Ju still smiled faintly: "We have prepared banquets today at noon and evening. Ghost masters, please don't misunderstand me."
"King, you have actually prepared a banquet this time?" Ashibei couldn't believe his ears.
Since the king was extremely poor and not much better than the little ghost masters like them, he used to come to discuss matters and could only have a light meal at most.
Could it be that when the sun rises in the west, it can entertain the ghost master?
"Once Gu Yiyi has said something, there is no room for regret." Yong Ju glanced at all the ghost masters and said calmly.
When all the ghost owners heard this, they couldn't help but be overjoyed and sat down one after another.
Seeing the ghost masters, big and small, sitting there, Yongju didn't know how he felt. This king might be the poorest king in the world.
Fortunately, it was different with Cheng Ping, the Minister of Commerce, and he finally had the confidence to speak harshly.
After the Ghost Lord sat down, he looked at Yong Ju, and finally there was some satisfaction in his eyes.
Some of them traveled hundreds of miles, so it would be unjustifiable to say that they just had a light meal.
It's not that Yingju doesn't know the thoughts of these ghost masters. After all, he is a king in name only.
Because he didn't have much real power, even if he wanted to host a banquet, he was short of money before.
Seeing the ghost master's expression, Yeng Ju felt a sense of pride that he had never felt before.
This king is what should be done. The king he was before was just like the servant of these ghost masters.
He coughed and glanced at the objects on each ghost table: "I've prepared all the banquets for you, but this matter still needs to be done."
"Why are you still doing this? Didn't you say it's not time for the banquet yet?" Ashipei had just sat down and then stood up from the chair.
Ying Ju looked at him lightly and said: "This has nothing to do with the banquet, but for you to test your strength. Aren't you ghost masters strong men? See if you can break these two things?"
"Is it that simple?" Ah Shibei looked at the things in front of him and couldn't believe his eyes and ears.
Although Ying Ju's tone was calm, he could not refuse: "Of course, it's as simple as this. Please give it a try, ghost masters."
Not only that, Ashibei also asked by the way: "King, if you break all the chopsticks, will there be any reward?"
He is a ghost master who loves money. Since you are the king, you should be rewarded.
"Of course there is a reward, and the reward is five hundred taels of silver." It was rare for Yeng Gou to be generous.
Hearing this, all the ghost owners couldn't help but feel overjoyed.
"Starting from below, any broken piece will have silver." Yeng Ju immediately announced.
"Papa" Ah Shibei was the first to start, and he quickly broke a pair of chopsticks.
The second item is a pair of chopsticks. He currently has no less than twenty pairs.
He roared, veins on his face burst out, and even his forehead was wet with sweat, but he still didn't break it.
The other ghost owners didn't believe it. After all, these ghost owners were all strong men and couldn't believe that chopsticks couldn't be broken.
Half a stick of incense has passed, and these ghost owners can only lament that they can break a pair of chopsticks, but no one can break a pair of chopsticks.
Seeing that a pair of chopsticks was still in their hands, these ghost masters tried their best to break it, and they were all ashamed.
A smile appeared on Yeng Ju's face, and he looked at all the ghost owners: "Dear ghost owners, don't break a pair of chopsticks lightly, break a pair of chopsticks constantly."
"King, it's true." In full view of everyone, these ghost masters had no choice but to admit this.
Ying Ju nodded and continued: "What if a pair of chopsticks represents one ghost master, and a pair of chopsticks represents all ghost masters?"
"King, we are not naturally afraid of barbarians." Ashibei stood up again and said.
The other ghost masters also nodded and said yes.
Ying Ju looked at the ghost master at the scene and said in a calm tone: "For the Hu people, a ghost master is a pair of chopsticks, and a pair of chopsticks represents the country of Qi."
Hearing this, all the ghost owners couldn't help but look at each other.
What does Ying Ju mean? Does he want to integrate the thirty-seven ghost masters together?
Could it be that he, like the Song Dynasty, took back the power of the ghost master to the king?
However, the king of Ziqi State only had the power to convene meetings and did not have the power to issue commanders.
But if the barbarians invade Ziqi Kingdom, should the ghost owners act independently or listen to the king's orders?
This is too difficult. It is very difficult for both the king and the ghost master. What should I do?
These ghost masters were looking at the chopsticks in front of them and recalling what Ying Ju had just said, and all of them fell into deep thought.
Yingju didn't care what they thought and waved his hand to let the Minister of the Ministry of Finance speak.
Haiyuan, the Minister of Accounts, opened the account book and settled the accounts for these evil masters, big and small.
When they heard that the accounts were to be settled, all the ghost masters immediately calmed down, put down their teacups, and pricked up their ears, for fear of missing a word.
They were surprised and happy to hear that the little saint had joined the business this year. When they saw the products they handled, how was the business this year?
Sure enough, due to the establishment of Zhaojiazhuang this year, their business is extremely prosperous this year.
Although this year has only been half a year, the income from selling horses and resold Song Dynasty products is already equivalent to last year's income.
The ghost owners, big and small, with their mouths open, amidst the cheers, immediately asked the king to divide the money according to the amount of investment.
Suddenly, the entire palace turned into a vegetable market again, filled with the screams and howls of ghost masters big and small.
Ying Ju held things that the ghost master had never seen before, and suppressed all the ghost masters' voices: "Stop, stop."
These ghost masters were shocked. What kind of magical weapon was this? It actually made the king's voice so loud.
They couldn't help but look towards the king, and most of the ghost owners' eyes suddenly showed greedy looks.
Some little ghost masters looked at this thing with their eyes, and they were salivating without knowing it.
"Come out, Minister of Shang Chengping." Yongju continued to follow his own train of thought, regardless of their eyes or expressions.
Cheng Ping is a Han Chinese in his early twenties, wearing a Confucian shirt and having a gentle and elegant temperament.
He saluted all the ghost masters, big and small, and then said: "Dear ghost masters, I have notified Song Shang to bring the firearms and weapons. Please see the effect before speaking."
The ghost master's eyes became all kinds of strange, some were full of doubts, some were full of confusion, and some were full of lust.
Didn’t the little sage rely on it to defeat the barbarians? How it is and how powerful it is.
Its price is actually worth a war horse. Is it really worth it?
Whether it is true or not, you can see it with your own eyes now.
With various moods, these ghost owners rushed out and came to the palace to an open space outside.
Cheng Ping asked a subordinate named Dink to find a cow, hold the cow by its nose with a rope, and tie it under a tree as thick as a bowl.
Because the grass grew very luxuriantly, the cow was very satisfied and did not know that danger was coming and was grazing wholeheartedly.
Dink was not very old, less than twenty years old, and very lean. He lit a thunderbolt and threw it towards the tripe.
These ghost owners saw only a flash of fire, as if God was thundering.
After a loud noise that made the ghost owner cover his ears, choking black smoke rose and finally disappeared.
Some ghost owners waved their hands to drive away the acrid smoke, and couldn't help but look towards the big tree.
How effective it really is can be seen now.
A miracle happened, a big hole exploded in the grass.
The hole in the ground appears, but what about the cattle? The key is the cattle.
The ghost masters, big and small, saw the cow falling to the ground, screaming and falling to the ground.
Although the cow's hide is very hard, there are at least seven or eight bloody holes under the cow's belly. The intestines can be seen from inside, and blood keeps coming out of it.
Two of the cow's four hooves were broken off, and the skin on the other two hooves was missing.
Half of the bark of the tree where the cows were tied was blown open, and half of the tree's branches were blown off.
The leaves also fell down, forming a circle with Hong Tianlei as the center and a circle with a radius of about two to three steps.
These ghost masters, big and small, have never seen anything before. Even if a knife is placed on their neck, they won't blink.
But at this time, some were pale, some were trembling, and some covered their ears and forgot to put them down.
But it was not over yet. In order to further witness the effect, Chengping took them to a goat pen.
A closer look is even more frightening. After the banging thunder was thrown and exploded, three of the ten goats died, three were seriously injured, and four were slightly injured.
These ghost masters were all shocked, with pale faces and frightened eyes.
"It's great, but the price is also very great," Ah Shibei looked horrified, thought for a while, and muttered.
Hearing this, all the ghost masters couldn't help but look towards a ghost master named Amitabha.
This ghost master is not only the most powerful, but he is also a scholar and very knowledgeable.
When these ghost owners encounter something that is difficult to stop, he usually takes the initiative.
Over time, Amitabha gained popularity among these ghost owners and unknowingly became the boss among them.
Seeing all the ghost masters looking at him, the one named Amitabha felt proud and took the lead to stand out among the ghost masters.
The ghost owners couldn't help but be overjoyed when they saw their boss coming out.
The boss is well-informed and will definitely be able to suppress the price of Hongtianlei.
Cheng Ping met Amitabha. Although he was dressed as a scholar, he was definitely not the same as him.
This man was about thirty years old, with a high nose and deep eyes. His skin was not tan, but bronze. It was obvious that he had not been exposed to a lot of sun.
"Cheng Shangshu, we have already seen Hongtian Lei. It is indeed powerful, but it has a very fatal weakness." As expected, this man has extraordinary experience. Although he bowed his hand, his words were indeed powerful.
Cheng Ping smiled lightly and bowed his hands in a graceful manner. While returning the salute, he asked: "Amitabha Ghost Lord, what is your weakness? You might as well tell me."
"This weakness is very fatal. Although it is powerful, it is a pity that it can only be used once. It can only be used once." Amitabha emphasized it repeatedly while saluting.
Cheng Ping did not expect that this person dressed as a scholar could speak so powerfully.
It seems that this ghost master should not be underestimated. It is rare to have an otherworldly vision.
Cheng Ping thought for a while, saluted, and explained the reason: "Nothing in the world is perfect. Everything has its advantages and disadvantages. It depends on how you choose."
You are a scholar and want to be reasonable, then I, a scholar, can also use reason to return the favor.
Amitabha did not expect that not only would he explain the truth to him, but the truth would also be deeper than his own.
But he is not a weakling. His teacher is also an old juren, and he has been studying at this old juren since he was a child.
Amitabha thought that if he took the imperial examination, it would not be a big problem to pass the examination.
"Cheng Shangshu, I feel that Bang Tianlei does more harm than good." Then the following sentence revealed his purpose, "Since the harm outweighs the good, the price should be lower. It is too expensive. It cannot be used."
Cheng Ping nodded and followed his tone and asked: "Amitabha Ghost Lord, do you know what you think, that you like weapons that are both powerful and very powerful?"
"Exactly." Amitabha couldn't help but be overjoyed. He thought the other party wanted to bargain with him, but he didn't expect the other party to agree so readily.
Cheng Ping nodded and said calmly: "Since the ghost master Amitabha has made a request, what will happen if the ghost master's wishes are not met?"
Amitabha didn't know why Cheng Ping said this. He didn't understand his intention for a moment, and his expression and eyes were full of confusion and doubt.
Chengping ignored him and took out a Hu-killing knife from another hand.
He pulled out a piece of his hair and blew it gently.
Under the gaze of everyone, these ghost masters saw that the soft hair was suddenly divided into two parts.
Cheng Ping asked a palace guard wearing leather armor for his scimitar, and the two swords slashed at each other.
As a result, the guard's knife was immediately broken into two pieces, while the knife in Cheng Ping's hand remained intact.
The guard's expression changed drastically. He looked at the empty scabbard and the two half-cut scimitars and almost cried.
If the knife is there and the person is alive, the knife dies and the person dies, he can die now.
The guards' expressions changed greatly, and all the ghost masters' expressions changed even more.
They were just the opposite of the guards. Some became excited, some became greedy, and some became happy.
"I heard that hair can be cut off by blowing it, but I didn't expect to see it with my own eyes." Ah Shibei couldn't believe his eyes and rubbed them with his hands.
Another ghost master named Ajiduo screamed: "What, we actually saw the legendary sword that makes quick decisions."
These ghost masters forgot about Hong Tianlei at this time, and all of them looked greedily at the Huslaying Sword.
Ajiduo felt something was wrong with his mouth and hurriedly wiped it, but it turned out to be saliva.
He found that besides him, most of the ghost masters, big and small, were drooling.
"Amitabha Ghost Lord, don't you want a weapon that is both powerful and can be used for a long time? How about this sword?" Cheng Ping held up several sword flowers with his Husha Dao, and finally inserted it into the scabbard very elegantly.
Almost everyone in the audience seemed to have stopped breathing, and everyone looked at the Hu-killing knife that had been inserted into the scabbard, wondering what they were thinking.
All the ghost owners couldn't help but look at Amitabha, hoping that he would make an idea.
Amitabha did not expect that Chengping did not play the cards according to his request. He was at a loss and fell into thinking.
He is thinking, but others do not think like him.
A ghost master dressed in silk, with gold rings on his arms and neck, and a conical hat on his head came out.
This man is also a great ghost master named Apollo. He is about forty years old and looks shrewd.
After looking at the Hu-killing Dao, he looked at Cheng Ping and said, "Cheng Shangshu, I want this Hu-Killing Dao. What's the price?"
The other ghost masters also pricked up their ears and looked at Cheng Ping without blinking.
"This is much higher than the Bangtianlei and is worth thousands of dollars." Cheng Ping said, "This fully meets your requirements. It can be used for a long time and is very powerful."
Even if this ghost owner is rich, he is still scared to take two steps back by the price.
But the greed in Apollo's eyes still did not fade away. He licked his mouth, swallowed again, and looked at the other ghost masters.
Apollo looked at the ghost masters, and these ghost masters also looked at him, some with pleading expressions.
What they mean is that the price is too expensive and they hope it can be less.
Apollo suddenly had an idea and came up with a way. He kept staring at the scabbard of the Sha Hu Dao and asked: "We, the ghost masters, want all of them, so the price can be discounted."
"If you want them all, the price can be discounted by 10%." Cheng Ping nodded and said.
The ghost owner named Apollo frowned. The price was still too expensive. He looked at the other ghost owners and saw them shaking their heads.
"The price is too high," he looked at Cheng Ping, his eyes full of pleading, and asked cautiously: "Cheng Shangshu, is there any discount on the price?"
Cheng Ping looked at all the ghost masters present and saw that some of their eyes were greedy, some were pleading, and some were fierce.
Chengping watched the reactions of these people in his eyes, but said: "This is already the cost price, it is made of pure steel."
All the ghost owners couldn't help but be disappointed. They didn't expect that Chengping still didn't want to give up the price.
The ghost owner couldn't help but start thinking, and some thought to see if sending a few beauties could lower the price.
Some wanted to see if they could rob them, but they thought that there were many people on the other side, and they also had magic weapons in their hands.
If you go to rob, you will lose a handful of rice instead of eating chicken. It's really not worth it. It's better to contact them privately and see if you can lower the price.
Cheng Ping looked at these ghost masters at this time and saw that some eyes were flickering, some were still greedy, and some turned their faces away.
He doesn't care about this. After all, he is not only the Minister of Commerce from Qi State, but also has a group of subordinates.
If you want to rob him from him, there is obviously no way.
"If you want the price to be cheap, it's not impossible." He nodded and said something that made the ghost owner extremely happy.
Ah Shibei couldn't believe that his ears were broken. He said loudly: "Cheng Shangshu, is this true?"
"Of course it's true." Cheng Ping nodded and said. "But if it's still cheaper, there is only this Polu Dao, which is much less expensive. The price is only 10% of the Shahu Dao, and it costs one hundred knives."
"Sure enough, it is much cheaper, but how is its performance?" Ashibei asked happily and worriedly at the same time.
The price is much cheaper, but the performance must be much worse, Ah Shibei thought in his mind.
Not only did he think so, but so did the other ghost masters present.
"Don't worry about this." Cheng Ping looked at him and knew that he had to convince everyone present, "Although it can't be cut by blowing hair, there is no problem in cutting off copper coins."
After saying that, he took out a knife with a similar appearance from another hand, placed a dozen copper coins on the stone slab, and slashed it down, and sure enough, all the copper coins broke with a "snap".
Everyone couldn't help but be stunned, not expecting this sword to be so powerful.
Apollo carefully looked at the copper coin broken into two pieces, then took it into his hand and looked at it again and again, and finally nodded.
But the matter was not over yet. He suddenly pulled out his scimitar and said, "Can it be compared with my sword?"
The other ghost masters applauded in unison. Apollo was also a great ghost master, and the sword he wore was also very famous throughout Ziqi Kingdom.
Since they are both precious swords, let’s compare them to see how they perform.
This man is determined not to give up until he reaches the Yellow River. Cheng Ping looked at him and thought to himself.
Since the ghost owner has made a request, Chengping must agree.
In full view of the crowd, the two men waved their swords, and amidst the jingling sound, the two swords struck each other.
Apollo kept looking at the swords on both sides without blinking.
As a result, there was nothing wrong with Chengping's Polu sword, but Apollo's sword, which had been tempered for thousands of years, had a wound as big as a grain of rice.
Apollo's face suddenly turned ugly. This was his ancestral sword, but he didn't expect it to be destroyed in his hands.
Cheng Ping saw the man's face was extremely ugly, and knew that he had no intention of damaging the opponent's sword, so he immediately gave him the Polu sword in his hand.
Apollo couldn't help but be overjoyed. He didn't expect that he would exchange his old sword for a brand new one.
Under the greedy gazes of the ghost masters, Apollo happily immediately inserted the ragged knife into the scabbard and held it tightly with both hands, as if he was afraid of being robbed by others.
At this time, the guard who had been slashed with the sword suddenly stepped forward boldly.
"I'm reporting to the Minister, how can I defend the palace if I don't have my sword?" He came up and bowed his hands, and boldly asked, enduring the fear in his heart.
After all, he is just a little palace guard, and the other party is a minister.
His saber was cut off, which can only be attributed to his bad luck.
"It doesn't matter, your saber is broken, just replace it with a new one." Cheng Ping said, taking out a broken sword and giving it to him.
The guard couldn't help but be overjoyed. He didn't expect that Cheng Ping would actually give him a real sword.
The other guards couldn't help but lament, why didn't Cheng Shangshu choose my sword?
The palace guard solemnly took the Polu knife from his head with both hands, and then kowtowed respectfully to Chengping three times to express his sincere gratitude.
Ying Ju saw all this clearly, nodded, stroked his beard, and smiled.
This Chengping will not only make money for him, but also behave very decently.
The ghost master of Apollo was satisfied with having the sword, but he still had another thing on his mind.
He looked even more greedily at the Hongtian Lei in Ding Fu's hand and asked, "What's the price of these firearms?"
"You can also get a 10% discount." Cheng Ping nodded and said, "Firearms and knives are two different weapons. You can consider it and make a decision."
Cheng Ping is like this. He is a businessman, a scholar, and an official. He speaks politely and looks like he is looking out for you, the ghost master.
Apollo looked at Cheng Ping complicatedly and felt that although the price quoted by the Minister of Commerce was a bit hot, he was a pretty good person.
"Cheng Shangshu, we need to discuss it before getting back to you." He was wearing silk and a gold necklace, clearly showing the image of a nouveau riche.
Yingju looked at these ghost masters, especially the big ghost masters who were wearing silk, and talked among themselves, and many people nodded.
The ghost masters in short clothes also talked among themselves, and many people shook their heads.
He took out the tin trumpet and said loudly: "All the ghost owners have also seen these thunderbolts, Hu-killing knives and Polu knives. Now please raise your hands to vote. If you agree to the firearm, please raise your hands."
The ghost masters looked at each other, some nodded, some shook their heads, and then some raised their hands.
Prime Minister Deng Peng was counting the hands raised. According to the statistics, nine were in favor.
Obviously, these nine are all big ghost masters wearing silk. They are wealthy and naturally willing to spend money to buy Hongtian Lei for the sake of their own lives and the safety of their tribe.
Then Yongju used the tin trumpet and shouted: "If you want to kill Hu Dao, please raise your hands."
All the ghost masters raised their hands, but the difference between the big ghost master and the little ghost master was that he and his son wanted two more, while the little ghost master only had one for himself.
Yeng Ju then used the tin trumpet to ask: "If you want a Polu knife, please raise your hand."
This time all the ghost masters raised their hands. The difference is that the big ghosts mainly need hundreds to thousands of polu knives, while the small ghost masters only need dozens to hundreds of polu knives.
Their idea is very simple, which is to equip their own troops with these polu knives.
"Thank you ghost owners for purchasing these weapons. With these weapons, not only do you have a guarantee from the Qi Kingdom, but you ghost owners also have a guarantee." Cheng Ping picked up the iron trumpet and said to the ghost owners present.
Apollo looked at the iron microphone in Cheng Ping's hand and suddenly said: "Cheng Shangshu, we have purchased so many weapons from you. I wonder if there are any gifts as gifts, such as the microphone in Cheng Ping's hand, and tea leaves."
Hearing what Apollo said, the other ghost masters applauded and looked at Chengping with greedy eyes.
"Of course there is, of course there is. The king considers that you need these, and each ghost owner, regardless of size, will give you a set as a gift." The voice coming from Chengping's iron trumpet was as exciting as a god.
It's not the voice of a god, it should be the voice of Guanyin Bodhisattva.
Isn't it? Only Guanyin Bodhisattva has such a kind and compassionate heart.
While they were listening, they still had some doubts. After all, Yongju had convened a discussion before, and for ghost masters like them, it was just a light meal.
Being able to have a banquet today is an exceptional blessing from God.
Cheng Ping waved his hand, and his men took action, carrying boxes in their hands and delivering them to each ghost owner.
The big ghost master was wondering what was inside the box, but the little ghost master couldn't wait to open it.
What makes these ghost owners the happiest is that they unexpectedly get the following items: Zui Chunfeng tea, tea cups, fairy stoves, scooters, tin horns, whistles, fairy charcoal, fairy dew water, flower fairy water, toothpaste, toothbrushes, Zhao's cloth, " "Da Song Zhonghua News" and other Zhaojiazhuang complete set of things.
After saluting King Yongju together, they all looked at Chengping with gratitude, and they all invited Chengping to visit their village or tribe.
It can be said that Chengping's status in Ziqi Kingdom is now second only to that of King Yongju.
Although Cheng Ping said that he was rewarding the king, the ghost master knew in his heart that Cheng Ping actually played a big role in this.
Ah Shibei was holding a complete set of belongings from Zhaojiazhuang while looking at Chengping with mixed emotions.
While he was grateful to Cheng Ping for the gift of things in Zhaojiazhuang, he said sourly: "Cheng Shangshu, you are really qualified as the Shangshu of the Ministry of Commerce. You have paid a lot of money for the king."
"Cheng Shangshu, the money that we ghost masters have worked hard for a year has been wasted today like this." Ajiduo felt that he was really uncomfortable in his heart and couldn't help spitting acid at Cheng Ping.
Although the other ghost masters did not speak, they looked at Yong Ju with eyes filled with jealousy, dissatisfaction, hatred, and anger.
No wonder these ghost owners were jealous and angry. Most of the money Cheng Ping made today fell into the king's pocket.
Although they, the ghost masters, also have a part, they are not as big as before.
I don’t know how many beauties Yongju gave to the little saint to get the franchise rights of these things in Zhaojiazhuang.
Chengping saw the dejected little ghost masters, so he took out the tin trumpet and shouted: "Ghost masters, please don't leave for now. I have some good news for you ghost masters."
