Underworld exchange group

Chapter 1032 The Power of the God Statue
Back in the mortal world, Zhang Fan first went back to his parents' house. The old couple hadn't seen him for a long time. When they opened the door and saw him, they were overjoyed. Zhang Fan shouted into the house, "Xiulan, my son is back."

Chen Xiulan was cooking in the house, and when she heard this, she ran out with a spatula, "Son, you are back. Is the army so busy? It's been almost four months, and I haven't even made a phone call."

Zhang Fan laughed dryly: "Yes, the task is heavy."

After the meal, Lao Zhang generously opened a bottle of Moutai to entertain his son, and Chen Xiulan also surprisingly didn't mention the matter of her grandson. She guessed that Zhang Fan might think that Zhang Fan didn't come back for so long because he was afraid of nagging.

In the evening, Zhang Fan made a phone call to Zhou Biyao. Zhou Biyao happened to be in Shenhai. Recently, Orange’s headquarters was located in Shenhai. In addition, the business in Guangdong and Guangxi, as well as the development of Guihuang, were all concentrated in the male-friendly area. Part of the time is in Shen Hai.

When Zhou Biyao received a call from Zhang Fan, he felt very resentful. He hadn't seen him for more than three months. The last time he made a phone call, he disappeared again. Satisfied, he trotted to meet Zhang Fan who got off the car.

The cold snap hit Shen Hai these two days, so she took her scarf and wrapped it around Zhang Fan's neck. In the past, she just stretched out her hands, but now, she can't help but get closer and put her feet on tiptoe. It was difficult to control the balance. At this moment, Zhou Biyao really seemed to be pretending not to stand still and fell into Zhang Fan's arms, but she didn't have the courage in the end.

"It's freezing, let's go into the clubhouse."

Zhang Fan smiled and said, "It's okay."

Giving Zhang Fan her own scarf has almost become Zhou Biyao's prerogative, which can make him feel closer to Zhang Fan. She rolled her eyes and said softly: "My grandfather heard that you came, and he has been here for a long time. Waiting inside."

Zhang Fan asked: "Is Mr. Zhou still in good health?"

"Well, grandpa is living more and more vigorously." Zhou Biyao said with a smile: "Recently, he said that he worshiped your god statue, and his cultivation has soared."

In fact, from Zhou Biyao's point of view, grandpa treats Zhang Fan's statue as if offering to a Buddha, which is a bit funny.

Zhang Fan smiled lightly and said, "Oh? Really?"

It's no wonder that Mr. Zhou is his first believer, and his strength has soared rapidly during this period, maybe he has also benefited from it.

Mr. Zhou did not dare to trust him. He has always regarded Zhang Fan as a believer, except that he is a few years older than Zhang Fan, and he is far inferior to Zhang Fan in terms of cultivation and status in the country. Waiting in the clubhouse.

"General Zhang!"

Zhang Fan said: "You don't need to see the old man, just sit down."

His eyes were swept away on Mr. Zhou, indeed, the spiritual energy in Mr. Zhou's body was already sufficient, enough for him to hit the first-rank realm, but it's a pity that he didn't understand the method of cultivation and didn't know how to build a yin body. However, Zhang Fan also Definitely won't teach him.

"The old man has made good progress in his cultivation recently."

Mr. Zhou said with great sincerity and fear, "Thank you, General Zhang, for your protection!"

Seeing Zhang Fan, he couldn't help but think of the terrible experience of being caught by Zhang Fan at the gate of hell. Since then, he has regarded Zhang Fan as a god.

His god is right.

Zhang Fan smiled lightly, noncommittal, and turned to Zhou Biyao and said, "Sister Biyao, all the construction materials I asked you to prepare in the early stage are scrapped and need to be remade."

After Zhou Biyao took the Dingyan Pill, she became more and more charming, with bright eyes and delicate red lips. She smiled slightly: "Then let's buy another batch." She also kept making a pot of tea for Zhang Fan.

Zhou Biyao also told Mr. Zhou about the construction of ghost wasteland. Hearing this, Mr. Zhou tried his best to facilitate this matter, even though Zhou's family went bankrupt.

Others don't know, but the old man knows where the construction machinery and dozens of tons of materials all disappeared overnight.

"Then, I'll give you a new phone too!"

Zhang Fan changed the subject and asked, "Chengzi's development is fast."

"With your design sketches and concepts, the most time-consuming link is saved!" Zhou Biyao told the waiter that the food can be served. Zhang Fan has already had one meal, and this is the second meal.

Zhou Biyao said: "However, it must be fast. Shenhai Wharf needs to purchase a large amount of construction materials every day. To maintain the normal operation of funds, it needs to earn more money."

Through his relationship with the government, Zhang Fan took over a Shenhai wharf, which was specially used to purchase construction materials, and then asked the sect master at Guihuang to send someone to pick it up. On the surface, it looked like the goods had been shipped to sea.

To build a modern ghost country on the ghost wasteland, the funds needed are absolutely astronomical.

Zhang Fan asked, "Can you take it?"

Zhou Biyao nodded with a smile: "The property of the Zhou family, the original property of Mr. Hu, plus your assets, and the energy of the Guya Islands, if these are not enough, then I, the big housekeeper, don't have to do it."

Zhang Fan and Zhou Biyao's eyes met: "You are not the housekeeper, you are my sister!"

Zhou Biyao's heart felt hot when he heard this, and his heart beat uncontrollably.

The old man Zhou next to him was even more excited and flushed.

Just as we were chatting here, a little ghost came unhurriedly from Mingtu in Nanfu, carrying a chain of ecstasy refined from white bones.

"Where is Chang Hai working?"

The kid responded, "Yes."

On the side of the road, a group of wild ghosts gathered to gamble, and one of them asked casually, "Who is so unlucky, it fell into the hands of your Master Chang."

The little ghost said: "Let's not talk about it, this old man is not easy to deal with, he is an onmyoji who is about to mature, a member of the Zhou family."

"Ha, it's hard work, but no matter how powerful an onmyoji meets your Master Chang, he will die."

The little ghost raised his neck slightly and said: "That's right, Master Chang, I immediately hooked the soul away with a flick of the chain. If it's less than the first grade, I can only catch it with nothing."

"Let's go, let's have fun."

After speaking, the little ghost continued on the road unhurriedly.

No matter how the structure of the upper class of Jiuyou changes, there is basically no change in how the people below live their lives. At most, they know that the original Nanfu Lord Yan has now become the Underworld Emperor, commanding the entire Jiuyou.

Next to Zhang Fan, Zhou Biyao personally cut some mutton and put it on Zhang Fan's plate. It was cold, and eating mutton was the best way to warm up, "Xiao Fan, no one in this world is afraid of money. By the way, tell Xiaoxue and Xiao Bingyun to stop donating and buy more construction machines."

Zhang Fan nodded, wondering in his heart, it seemed that Zhou Biyao also felt the pressure to build Guihuang: "Okay, I'll talk to them."

Mr. Zhou got up after accompanying him for a while. He had a good eye. His presence made Zhang Fan and Zhou Biyao feel unnatural.He walked all the way to his residence. He was a little restless today, and he had a strange feeling that something was about to happen.

Just as he turned into his own yard, an unexpected visitor also came in from this yard. There was a chain made of white bones hanging on the shoulder of this unexpected visitor.

It was the little ghost Chang Hai who, after seeing Mr. Zhou, appeared behind him with a big smile.

Even if this is a great onmyoji, he is extra careful.

Suddenly, Mr. Zhou's snow-white brows frowned. This is a battle-tested great onmyoji who has caught countless ghosts in his life. A yellow talisman can pass through the dark journey and fly to the gate of ghosts. If something unclean approaches him, naturally It was the feeling that he couldn't escape him, he slowed down his rhythm, and stepped on strange steps.

Chang Hai became more acute, his expression changed, he was found out, but so what if he was found out, your deadline has come today, you should go to hell with me.

Mr. Zhou didn't dare to turn his head back. He didn't know what kind of dirty thing dared to break into his Zhou family's clubhouse. The evil-suppressing structure of this clubhouse didn't even have the slightest effect. It shouldn't be weak after all.

He immediately jumped to his room and pushed the door hard with both hands.

Seeing that Mr. Zhou was about to escape, the kid gave a grinning smile: "Your life expectancy has come, go to hell with Grandpa Ghost."

Old man Zhou turned pale with shock when he heard the words, and turned around slowly to look, but he saw a ghost.

"It's over, I'm going to kill you."

But at this moment, a fierce bright light came out of the room, and the little ghost Chang Hai was knocked to the ground on the spot, cursing: "Who dares to stop your Master Chang from seducing your soul!"

Taking a closer look, it turned out to be the god statue in the room. When he saw the god statue clearly, the little ghost almost lost his mind in shock.

Turn around and leave immediately!
(End of this chapter)