December is coming soon. Daolin has been practicing Guigu Taoism for more than a month. After painstaking translation, he finally learned seven or eight of the spells in the chapter on subduing demons. Chen Yuan taught him many fighting skills in the army, and Daolin basically said goodbye to the era of using Wang Baquan.
Daolin also went to ask Meng Hong from the Black Cat Bar for advice. As a result, he practiced a few moves with him, and he almost ended up in the hospital again. Unexpectedly, Meng Hong was actually a great master. It seemed that Uncle Wu's strength was really profound. Guess, no wonder he can become the Supreme Council Chairman.
Gang Bian did something amazing. On the one hand, he bought a huge insurance policy for Dolin, and on the other hand, he placed a large bet on Dolin's victory. Dolin, as the man at the bottom of the "Player Information and Odds" book, lost the money. The odds are as high as 500 to 1. It can be said that he has been completely defined as a miscellaneous fish. If he wins, then Gang Bian will definitely get far more than 500,000.
On the evening of December 5th, Dowling was sitting in a shabby steel Honda, driving towards a five-star hotel. The two poor guys were dressed very "casually", and they were the kind of people who were likely to be praised by the security guards at the door. A look that is not driven out in the name of perfection.
"After the big shots talked nonsense tonight, it's now the preliminaries. How are you preparing?" Gang Biao was still smoking with a sleepy expression.
"Don't worry. My goal is to kill the No. 3 seed. I have been training hard recently. If you don't believe me, you can try two moves with me."
"My ability is not for sparring, you will die..."
"Well... Anyway, there will be no problem with the preliminaries and so on. I won't embarrass you."
Gang Yan shook his head: "Your existence itself is enough to embarrass me..."
"You useless man, you have the right to criticize me..."
The two of them continued this unconstructive nonsense all the way to their destination.
After passing through the magnificent lobby on the first floor, the two took several direct elevators one after another and walked about 500 meters until they finally arrived at the western restaurant on the 86th floor, where they could overlook the night view of the entire S city.
To book this "highest" restaurant in China is an absolutely astonishing sum, but Uncle Wu doesn't seem to care about this expenditure at all. Anyway, there are so many big families "sponsoring" there, so the money will not be wasted.
Daolin and Gangjun walked into the restaurant. They turned a blind eye to the luxurious decoration and went straight to the buffet. They knew they would have food tonight, so they simply didn't eat for the whole day. Now they are eating in a hurry...
When people who didn't know them inquired about it, they found out that they were Gang Jun and his followers from City S. Daolin's image as a bastard became even more unshakable.
Jijiu was also present tonight. He wanted to see Daolin's performance in the preliminaries, but now he had to hide in the crowd and pretended not to recognize these two people, basically not planning to talk to them anymore.
"Everyone." Uncle Wu tapped the cup lightly with a spoon, attracting everyone's attention. He still has the classic Western bartender look with a slicked back hair, but this time he is wearing a suit. Look at how he looks tonight. Sean Connery looks a bit like him.
"I am the supreme committee chairman for this newbie evaluation, Wu Guangzong, and the three here..." He motioned everyone to look to his side with his eyes, and then looked at the sloppy uncle closest to him and said, "This is The blood chain of the King of Five Senses."
Next came a middle-aged man with a mustache. Uncle Wu introduced: "This is King Futian of Qin Guang."
Finally, he looked at a young man who looked about the same age as a steel drum, and a strange look flashed in his eyes: "This is His Majesty King Yama."
The atmosphere in the entire venue suddenly stagnated. His Majesty King Yama, the most mysterious of the ten kings of hell, never showed up in gatherings of ghost hunters like this. Because of his solitary character, few people have even seen him. Most people have only heard of legends about him.
He is the only disciple of the Song Emperor. He has become one of the Ten Hell Kings at the age of fifteen. It is said that he is a rare genius in the ghost hunting world for a century, and is probably the strongest existence among the Ten Hell Kings at present.
"These three are the referees of this final. In addition, I would like to thank the hundreds of colleagues here who are willing to serve as referees and manage the preparations for the preliminaries for free. It is rare for everyone to get together. Let's talk first. The preliminaries will be held at after an hour
At the beginning, the rules will be announced immediately. "After Uncle Wu finished speaking, he left everyone's sight.
The venue was still very quiet, and everyone's focus was still on the young Lord Yama. Only two people didn't even look at this direction, namely Daolin and Gangjun...
They were eating so selflessly in the corner that Uncle Wu didn't hear a word of what he just said, like farting. At this moment, King Yama saw them and walked straight over.
The venue gradually returned to its original liveliness, and everyone began to talk about this competition. Many players even ran to the corner to make preparations, check their weapons, and adjust their mental state for the preliminaries in an hour.
King Yama walked behind Gang Yan and Daolin. Looking at the two people's backs, he coughed slightly, but was ignored...
So he coughed heavily again and was ignored again...
He shook his head helplessly and had no choice but to pat Gang Yu's shoulder. Gang Yu stopped and looked back at him. Daolin's mouth was full and when he saw Gang Yu stopped, he also looked back.
"What's the matter? Who are you?" Gang Biao seemed a little annoyed that someone interrupted his Taotie.
"Brother-in-law, you don't recognize me anymore? I am Yun Gu, Shui Yun Gu."
"Ah!" Dolin seemed to have choked after eating too much. He pinched his neck in great pain and fell to the ground.
Gang Yan ignored his showmanship and patted Shui Yungu on the shoulder: "Oh, Xiaogu, you're here too. Why, are you here to be the referee this time?"
"Yes...brother-in-law, but I'm a bit...scared in a crowded place like this. I always feel uncomfortable." If anyone present hears the conversation here, they will definitely be shocked. It turns out that the dragon has not yet seen Yama. Wang Shenxia lives alone because he is shy... It is really a waste of his long-haired, mysterious and handsome look.
"I'm telling you, Xiaogu, how many times have I told you not to call me brother-in-law? It can easily cause misunderstandings!" Gang Yan put on a serious expression.
"Brother-in-law, you can't say that. Didn't you and my sister have the truth five years ago? Anyway, you will be my brother-in-law for the rest of your life, and I won't admit it to anyone else."
"Pfft... Hahahaha!" Dolin, who fell to the ground, seemed to have finally vomited out the food that choked him, sprayed it all over his face, and then held his stomach and laughed wildly: "I didn't expect that, you don't even know the truth. Yes, it’s not that simple...hahahaha!"
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