After the funeral live broadcast, my paper shop exploded

Chapter 296 Close to the truth

This person was the ancestor of the Zheng family who made a prophecy some time ago, and let himself suffer from internal injuries to cultivate in the sect.

Holding the paper figurine at this moment, his face is full of gloom.

He got up, as if nothing happened, and stimulated the spiritual energy in his body. A two-meter-high ancient wind gate was born out of thin air on the ground. After opening, a man in black clothes came out.

Old Ancestor Zheng respectfully called out Ba Ye.

The other party glanced at him. "One more time."

"Humble, I know that there is something I don't understand this time, and I want to ask Eighth Master for advice."

Hei Wuchang asked him to ask.

It had entanglements with the Zheng family a hundred years ago, and promised the other party three chances to summon him. It used it once decades ago, and this time, there is only one left.

What kind of problem is it that the old man deserves this rare opportunity.

Old Ancestor Zheng took out the paper figurine that still had some weak strength and wanted to escape, bowed at ninety degrees, and offered the paper figurine: "If you read it right, humble, it seems that the power of the underworld is left on it. Dozens of the Zheng family I have never heard of anyone capable of this kind of trick in the past few years, so I would like to ask Mr. Eighth Master for advice."

Heiwuchang pinched the paper figurines, the purest black power of the dark underworld, and urged the two paper figurines to go back and forth, only to find that they spontaneously ignited outside the yard.

A name flashed in Heiwuchang's mind.

Since he was warned by the thing on the second floor of Gu Ling's villa last time, he has been busy with the affairs of the Mingyin Festival, and then he gave full power to that woman to supervise. Unexpectedly, after going around, Gu Ling bumped into him.

It seems that I still need to find a chance to meet her alone.

Mingyin Festival, known as Cold Clothes Festival in the world, also known as October Dynasty, Ancestor Worship Festival, Autumn Festival. On this day, women need to take out cotton clothes to send the meaning of winter to ancestors and dead. In the past few years since the town magic seal disappeared, the ghosts have become more and more active, and every once in a while a thousand-year-old ghost will appear, trying to break through the barrier.

The ghosts came to report, and there was a group of restless people who seemed to be waiting for an opportunity, cooperating inside and outside.

But after searching for a long time, I was stunned to find out what the opportunity they were waiting for was.

It has been busy with Bai Wuchang for a month because of this matter.

"I will investigate this matter. You don't have to worry about it. In short, practice hard, restrain future generations, and don't cause any trouble of cause and effect."

"Yes, humble and remember."

Hei Wuchang turned and walked into the door, the door sank into the ground, after a long time, the old man who bowed to send Hei Wuchang away raised his head.

A pair of vicissitude-seeming eyes carried a little anxiety, and there was one more uncertain factor, how could it be safe.

When this matter is completed, it will unify the Taoist sect of Huaguo and pave the way for the future migration of the homeland.

If this matter fails, he has been working hard for 90 years, wouldn't it be that all his skills were in vain.

There must be no mistakes in the plan that was about to succeed. Ancestor Zheng burned a famous card, and within a moment, a beautiful woman appeared in front of him, and smelled the atmosphere around him: "Who has been here?"

"Yes, Spider Woman, can you finish collecting your master's body?"

"I haven't collected much. It seems that someone is devouring my master's body, but the core is with me. Even if the body is swallowed, as long as I activate the formation, offer sacrifices and open the altar, my master will be able to break out. It’s convenient for me, so I don’t need to bother looking around, why are you asking this? Could it be that you heard some rumors.”

Old Ancestor Zheng flicked the hand under his sleeve.

Fortunately, he didn't rush to move those pieces of meat. It turned out that the owner could still be brought back to life by sacrifice.

It's no wonder that the Spider Girl still has so much time to lurk in the Qingcheng faction, playing tricks on her father and daughter.

It turned out that what she wanted was not to rule the Xuanmen for a short time, nor was it any kind of grievance or hatred. From the beginning to the end, she wanted to restore the master and release the big devil back to the world.

Just as she was about to understand a few more words, the spider girl was already getting impatient: "If all you want to talk about is these nonsense, I'm leaving."

(End of this chapter)