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Chapter 100 Zhou Zhenhe Amulet 【Subscription】

The policeman on duty said a few more words, and then added softly.

"I watched the broadcast video of the group arena!"

"The people in Yu's Martial Arts School are really good at fighting!"

"Xia Kingdom's martial arts are the best!"

He gave Zong Ze a thumbs up.

Because Zong Ze's practice uniform was the same as that of the masked hero in the group arena.

I didn't expect to meet fans here, which made Zongze a little excited, but this occasion is not the time to say more.

"thank you for your support."

"In that case, I won't disturb your work."

After learning that Lao Yu was fine, he was relieved.

He gave a slight nod to the policeman on duty, and then decisively led Mo Ke away from the spot.

Someone from the sports committee came forward, thinking that Lao Yu shouldn't have any major problems this time.

In terms of the qualitative nature of many things, there are originally two sides.

He also had nothing to say to Lao Yu.

Yu Qin is not bad, but he is not a real disciple of Yu's martial arts school.

If the situation was worse, maybe he would find a way to see Lao Yu, but now that he had confirmed that Lao Yu had no serious consequences, he could leave without any scruples.

At the same time, Zong Ze also saw the influence of the group arena. Even the police on duty at the Xiangtang Community Police Station saw the video of the group arena. This shows that the spread of the group arena last night was far wider than he imagined.

The calmest person was Mo Ke, she was wearing a mask and her expression was always calm.

After they left the Xiangtang Police Station, some nearby cattle and horse anchors were also a little ready to move.

These guys didn't see the practice clothes inside Zong Ze's coat, but only saw the police on duty say a few words to Zong Zeduo.

At this time, if you can get some first-hand information, the popularity of the live broadcast room will definitely explode.

Just facing the police uncle, they didn't dare to make mistakes at will.

That's why several anchors followed Zong Ze.

After Zong Ze learned of Lao Yu's situation, he left quickly. He pulled up the zipper, bowed his head and walked quickly.

Before he even walked out of the street, he was stopped by the cow and horse anchor.

"Little brother, little brother!"

The yelling from behind made him frown slightly.

Zong Ze has never had a good impression of these powerful anchors.

He stopped, turned his head, and looked at the two cattle and horse anchors trotting behind him with a puzzled expression.

One is dyed with yellow hair, and the other is actually wearing cassock, which seems to be cosplaying Elder Tang.

"What's up?"

he asked calmly.

"Hello, little brother, I'm Xiao Sanzang, the anchor of a certain hand."

"There are 17 fans on the platform, and the live broadcast is in progress."

"Excuse me, did you just go to ask about the Yu's Martial Arts School?"

The anchor in cassock was more talkative. He introduced himself first, and then asked straight to the point.

Another yellow-haired man also came over, but he didn't say much, just chatted aside.

Zong Ze shook his head seriously when he heard the cassock anchor nicknamed "Xiao Sanzang" ask this question.

"I don't know what Yu's Martial Arts Academy is."

"I'm here to inquire about household registration."

He was too lazy to entangle with these cattle and horse anchors, so he just left after just making a nonsense reason.

At the same place, Xiao Sanzang and Huang Mao, who were wearing cassocks, looked at each other, feeling that something was wrong.

It's just that they didn't have time to delve into anything, they just continued to squat near the police station, not daring to get too close, for fear that they would be invited in for tea.

……

After leaving the street of the Xiangtang Police Station, he walked towards the Hongyun Hunan Restaurant located on the old street.

There are still about ten minutes before the time agreed by Zong Ze and Fatty Zhou Zhen, and it is just in time to take Mo Ke to taste Hunan cuisine at noon.

The injuries from yesterday's group arena are almost healed.

There are only a few bruises on the cheeks, and the slit on the lip is completely scabbed, and it doesn't hurt at all.

Speaking of which, with the improvement of Zong Ze's physique, his self-healing ability has also improved a lot.

After walking to the entrance of Hongyun Hunan Restaurant, Zong Ze saw Zhou Zhen who had just gotten off a roadside taxi.

Because the two had met before in the office where Qi Tian was waiting for the interview, Zong Ze said hello directly.

"Zhou Zhen!"

He raised his right hand and waved it lightly.

Hearing someone calling him, Zhou Zhen, who was still looking around, turned around.

Seeing Zong Ze and the Hongyun Hunan Restaurant behind him, he immediately knew that this was the person who invited him out.

Before that, the two met only once. Zong Ze was wearing a mask now, and Zhou Zhen was possessed by a resentful spirit at that time, so he couldn’t recognize him at all. He just thought that the person in front of him asked him out and claimed to know about the amulet. The young man looks familiar.

After seeing each other for a few days, Zhou Zhen's complexion became much better, and he was no longer that weak look.

He walked quickly in front of Zong Ze and stretched out his right hand.

"Hello…"

Zong Ze nodded, and also extended his right hand to shake him.

"Hi, let me introduce myself formally."

"My name is Zong Ze. I was interviewed in the same batch as you at Qitian that day."

"So I saw some weird things happen to you."

He introduced softly, then lowered the volume.

Zhou Zhen frowned after listening to his words, just as he was about to say something.

Zong Ze let go of his hand and patted him on the back.

"Let's go, it's time for dinner."

"Eat and chat."

After speaking, Zong Ze took Mo Ke into the Hongyun Hunan Restaurant.

He has also been to this restaurant several times. The owner and the chef are all from Hunan province.

After entering the door, there are not many customers in the store.

It will take another 10 minutes to get off work.

So Zong Ze asked for a small box, entered the box under the leadership of the waiter, and began to order food.

He first handed the menu to Zhou Zhen.

Seeing that the little fat man Zhou Zhen was a little absent-minded, he politely said that he was not afraid to ask Zong Ze to order some.

Then Zongze was not too polite, and ordered Mao's Braised Pork, Stir-fried Red Potherb, Fish Head with Chopped Peppers, and then handed over the menu to Mo Ke.

With her big stomach, theoretically, no amount of food would be wasted.

Mo Ke flipped through the menu page by page, and ordered a spicy stir-fried small fish, farmhouse fried pork, and finally added a clear soup with firewood duck, five dishes and one soup are complete!

Zong Ze ordered another large bowl of rice and several cans of Coke.

The young waiter stood aside and wrote the menu by hand. After ordering, he left the box and went to the freezer to serve the dishes.

This restaurant is not too big, there are only three waiters and one chef.

Sometimes when he is too busy, the boss will also go into battle in person.

After the box door is closed, a relatively private space is formed.

There was a faint smell of oil floating around, which was the smell of oil stains accumulated over the years in the box.

After the waiter left, the fat man Zhou Zhen looked up at Zong Ze.

"What happened that day?"

It seems that this problem has troubled Zhou Zhen for several days.

Zong Ze took off his mask, his bruised face made him look a little strange.

This time the situation is quite special, he was not the only witness that day.

It's just that the battle between him and the wraith took place in the space of real interaction.

In reality, Zhou Zhen's reaction was not that intense.

So he needs to use a reasonable explanation to combine the situation of the interactive space with the real situation.

Let Zhou Zhen know the situation at that time, so that he will explain the origin of the amulet.

Obviously, Zhou Zhen himself knew something.

Thinking of this, Zong Ze said slowly.

"You looked very ugly that day."

"While waiting for the interview, you suddenly got up."

"Dangling like I lost my mind."

"I also took out the amulet from my chest and put it in my mouth."

"Me and the other two girls are both surprised by your behavior."

"Until you walked towards me, I saw that thing on your shoulder..."

Zong Ze's words stopped abruptly because the box door was pushed open.

The waiter walked into the box with drinks and plastic-wrapped tableware, and left after putting the things on the table.

Wait until the box door is closed again.

Zong Ze saw that Zhou Zhen's face was full of panic.

In January's weather, the air conditioner in the box was not turned on very high, but there was a layer of sweat on his forehead.

"I... have something on my shoulder?"

He didn't dare to look directly at Zong Ze, he seemed to be asking questions, and he seemed to be confirming something.

Seeing his exaggerated stress performance, Zong Ze understood that this guy must have encountered some terrible things.

"That's right, you have a green-faced, fang-toothed kid on your shoulder!"

Zong Ze said straight to the point.

Zhou Zhen paled in shock, stood up and patted his shoulder.

"Don't panic, not now."

"After your amulet shattered, that kid disappeared."

Zong Ze said calmly.

Hearing what he said, Zhou Zhen seemed to remember something, hurriedly took out the pieces of amulet from his pocket and put them on the table.

"Brother Zongze..."

"You...you contact me in the morning and say you can help me..."

Zhou Zhen stammered and said, seven points frightened and three points bewildered.

Seeing his performance, Zong Ze knew that he had guessed right.

Fatty Zhou Zhen must know something, including the origin of the amulet and the possible consequences.

In fact, there are quite a few people who play amulets in Xia.

However, there are not many truly famous amulets, let alone the Yin amulet worn by the little fat man.

The appearance of resentful spirits shows that the Yin card is authentic.

It is by no means a handicraft-grade product.

Since there are monks who are serious in the Xia Kingdom.

Then it is not surprising that Siam has a head-down master.

Zong Ze nodded and gave him a reassurance first.

"That's right, I smashed your amulet."

"I came to you to help you solve this problem thoroughly."

As he spoke, he took out the Thunder Talisman with two fingers from his pocket.

"Are you a Taoist priest?"

Zhou Zhen took this reassurance, and after seeing the talisman, the expression on his face changed from panic to understanding.

Zong Ze shook his head and nodded again.

"Your imagination can be bolder."

"Actually, my identity doesn't matter."

"The important thing is that I have the ability to help you solve problems!"

This statement turned Zong Ze into an unpredictable senior in Zhou Zhen's eyes.

Just when he was about to say something, the waiter started serving the food.

A delicious dish was served on the table.

Mo Ke turned on the rice cooker mode, served a bowl of rice, opened a can of Coke, and began to feast on it.

She doesn't care about Zong Ze and Zhou Zhen's affairs.

No problem, she is a Nascent Soul cultivator, not to mention resentful spirits, third-order ghosts don't even catch her eye.

It's like a college student listening to two kindergarteners discussing issues.

Silence is her best respect for the two.

As a qualified senior, cooking with peace of mind is the right way!
While eating, Zong Ze listened to Zhou Zhen's narration, and finally understood the cause and effect, and successfully triggered the follow-up event of "Nanyang Head Drop".

It all started more than a month ago.

Zhou Zhen is older than Zong Ze, he is a fresh graduate last year.

The delay has reached the point where the work has not yet been settled.

In addition to his own resume, his luck is indeed bad.

I found two jobs successively, and was fired not long after I joined the job due to various work mistakes.

In the second half of the year, I began to submit resumes frantically, but nothing happened.

Until one day he passed by an amulet shop named Qiyun in Chuanchong District.

The signboard outside the store introduces the origin and efficacy of the amulet.

Driven by curiosity, he walked into the store.

The shopkeeper who received him was a young and beautiful woman.

The facial features are very delicate, but they wear heavy makeup in an unsuitable manner.

The store is lit with a faint incense.

There are no shelves around, only rows of spiritual shelves.

There are large and small statues of boys on it.

There are also various Buddhist cards, rosary beads, and strange magic objects.

After the shop owner learned about Zhou Zhen's intentions, he enthusiastically sold them.

Introduced several amulets with different effects.

Among them, the negative card has the greatest mana, but it needs to worship the Guman boy every day.

He also said that this batch of amulets was blessed by Siam's top white-clothed mage Azanyou.

The magic power is insanely strong!
Zhou Zhen's family conditions can only be considered well-off.

It can be seen from his body shape that this guy has been eating a lot since he was a child.

Under the promotion (fudge) of the shopkeeper, he chose the powerful Yin card blessed by Azanyou.

It cost 38888 yuan, which is still a super discounted price.

According to the shop owner, if the amulet blessed by Azanyou is placed in the imperial capital and the Shanghai stock market, it will cost at least twice the price!

Hearing what he said was amazing, Zhou Zhen gritted his teeth and borrowed tens of thousands online, and bought it.

If the job search goes well, the money will be regarded as an overdraft salary.

After buying this Yin card, in the first half month, he bought snacks and candies as sacrifices every day according to what the shop owner said, and at the same time worshiped once in the morning and evening.

Later, he was negligent and did not insist on offering sacrifices.

I became less and less energetic every day, until I received an interview invitation from Qitian Electronic Technology a week ago.

Only then did he resume worship.

Then during the interview, I suddenly seemed to be possessed.

Like a ghost who wakes up in the middle of the night and loses control of her body.

Only it was daytime!

And soon, he felt that he had entered a strange world.

As lonely as dusk fell, before he had time to react, he felt a pair of wet, slippery, cold hands covering his eyes.

He doesn't remember what happened after that!

(End of this chapter)