90: The Real Daughter Has a Divine Calculation System

Chapter 62

There was chaos on the set. Several second-generation rich guys were controlled by the bad guy, You Jingjing, and they were beaten black and blue. Not a single one was spared. The others were not much better off, and they were all injured to varying degrees.

Zhang Zhaonian had a talisman he drew himself, so he was a little better and was not contaminated by any negative energy. But the others were miserable. Not only were they injured, but negative energy also entered their bodies.

Anzi saw the dark air pressure above the set from the car window, so he opened the door and ran out.

Zhang Xiaodan couldn't catch anyone and had to get off the car.

Anzi ran to the gate of the courtyard and kicked the empty space at the gate, and the ghost wall set up by the bad ghost instantly became ineffective.

"Miss..." Zhang Xiaodan just ran over and saw a pink shadow floating over.

"Oh my god!" She was so frightened by the scene that she blurted out in dialect, "Don't be afraid, young lady! I will protect you!"

Zhang Xiaodan plucked up the courage to step forward and protect Anzi behind him. Anzi pulled out the peach wood sword and threw it out without saying a word.

The peach wood sword grew bigger in the air, and a small person jumped out from behind Zhang Xiaodan. With a handsome sliding tackle, he caught the peach wood sword steadily with his hand and hit the rotten ghost on the leg.

Seeing a red shadow flying out from behind You Jingjing, Zhang Xiaodan screamed and rolled her eyes, about to fall. Lu Jun, who was one step behind, quickly supported her, "Aunt Dan, don't faint now!"

Zhang Xiaodan gritted her teeth, took a deep breath, and managed to stand steady. Seeing You Jingjing lying on the ground, she went over and helped her up.

And Anzi raised a peach wood sword that was almost as tall as her and slashed at the rotten ghost several times, causing the rotten ghost to wail incessantly.

The rich kids and staff in the courtyard heard the sharp and piercing screams and finally confirmed that they had indeed encountered a ghost today.

Otherwise, with You Jingjing's tiny arms and legs, could she have beaten all of them down?

Zhang Zhaonian heard the noise and guessed that it must be his master coming in, so he tentatively called out, "Master, Master? Is that you coming in?"

The second-generation rich man who was lying on the side and unable to move suddenly had his eyes brightened, and then he screamed like a ghost, "Master, Master! Help! Come and help me!"

Zhang Zhaonian: ???

Zhang Zhaonian: "Is he your master? Why are you shouting and yelling?"

Second-generation rich kids: "Hey, hey, we're not afraid that your voice is too soft and Master can't hear us, so we'll help you shout, help you shout."

Zhang Zhaonian rolled his eyes, and then he heard a sound of breaking air. He excitedly stretched his head to see.

Anzi jumped down from the wall with a peach wood sword in his hand and slashed the fleeing ghost in front of him with the sword.

The rotten ghost trembled a few times after being chopped and almost couldn't keep his body shape.

He wanted to speak, but couldn't open his mouth. He wanted to beg for mercy, but he was afraid that this little master would chop him to pieces with a sword. He was really stuck in a dilemma.

He slashed at him a few more times with his sword, making sure that the hostility in him had been dispersed. Anzi raised his hand and threw out a talisman. The talisman fell on the rotten ghost, and suddenly a red light shot out, scaring a few second-generation rich guys.

Others couldn't see the rotten ghost, so naturally they couldn't see Anzi's methods. They could only see the little girl who came with the young masters just now holding a wooden sword and slashing at the air. After slashing for a while, she took out a talisman paper and threw it out, and then the talisman paper spontaneously combusted in mid-air...

Director Yang leaned on the prop box and gasped for breath. His ribs must have been broken and his neck was in terrible pain. He couldn't move at all.

Maybe others think that Anzi is playing tricks, but he is knowledgeable and has dealt with many masters in the entertainment industry. This girl should really have some skills.

The talisman burned out, the red light disappeared, and the rotten ghost transformed into a young master dressed in rich clothes.

The melon-shaped hat on his head was inlaid with a thumb-sized round ruby, the jacket he wore was embroidered with auspicious cloud patterns with gold thread, and at least eight of his ten fingers had gold rings.

His face was a mess and his mouth was sewn with a thick layer of red thread. No wonder he couldn't make a sound even when he was beaten.

Anzi noticed his situation, touched his nose unnaturally, and put away the peach wood sword.

The rotten ghost felt wronged, but his mouth was sealed by the secret method, and he couldn't make any sound. He could only stare at Anzi and shed blood and tears. Anzi cleared his throat, "Don't cry, find a place where there is no one, I will help you untie your mouth first, and you tell me the specific situation."

The bad guy's dark eyes widened because of this huge surprise. He didn't care about anything else and floated over, carrying An Zi and ran away.

Anzi: ...Damn it! Be mentally prepared!
Watching his master being carried away, Zhang Zhaonian, who had come to his senses, cried out, "Master, Master! Don't abandon me, Master!"

An Zijian stretched out his hand and slapped Zhang Zhaonian, who instantly cried even louder.

“No, Master! I really can’t write 5000 words wahhhhh…”

Yan Huaiyu was beaten the worst, with several bloody marks on his face, but he was not afraid at all. Instead, he was very excited because he had witnessed a true master today.

It's a pity that the master had poor vision and actually accepted that fool Zhang Zhaonian as his apprentice. Even if it was Zhang Zhaofeng, he could figure out why it was Zhang Zhaonian?

Then he heard the crickets of the Saw-Billed Trio nearby.

Zhao Jia: "I don't know if the master will still accept disciples..."

Qian Yi: "I also want to learn skills from Master..."

Sun Bing: "Then let's become disciples together later..."

Qian Yi: "Ah, I don't know if Master thinks highly of us..."

Zhao Jia: "My mom said that sincerity can move mountains and rocks. That's how she won over my dad. As long as we show our sincerity, Master will definitely accept us."

Yan Huai pricked up his ears, ready to listen to their plans of becoming their apprentice.

Qian Yi: "I have 400 million, which is all the pocket money I have saved since I was a child."

Sun Bing: "My mom has 300 million yuan for me to keep. I will give it to Master. I'm sure she will be impressed."

Zhao Jia: "Yes, my mom said that if something is always not done well, it must be because the money is not in place. I can get 500 million..."

Yan Huaiyu:…

How vulgar! How could such a capable master care about those material things? He decided that once he found out where his master lived, he would kneel outside her house every day and beg her to accept him as a disciple. Isn't his sincerity more sincere than these three mama's boys?

There was a sudden dry cough from the other side. The four turned their heads to look over. Chen Feng covered his mouth and whispered, "I'll pay 600 million."

Yan Huaiyu:!!!

Zhang Zhaonian's eyes turned red with anger, he clenched his fists and roared, "Have you forgotten that I'm still here!"

The four people who were participating in the discussion about becoming his disciple were caught, but they didn't feel embarrassed at all and were smiling as they tried to get close to him.

"Hey, don't be angry, big brother!"

"We grew up together and became brothers with the same master. So from now on, we are legitimate half-brothers!"

"Elder brother..."

"... "

　I came too late and fell ill again in the past two days.

　　huh huh...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)