Heavenly Master: Anti-superstition and pry into my Dragon-Tiger Demon-Conquering Hall, right?

In an unfinished building in the suburbs of Tianlong City.

It's dark and ghostly.

Broken limbs and broken arms were scattered on the third floor of concrete sand.

Looking at the corpse fragments of four people in front of him, the ferocious ghost licked his scarlet tongue, feeling the rapid improvement brought about by eating people.

It has a hunch that if it eats seven or eight more people, it will be promoted to a ghost general.

"Sure enough, you can improve quickly by eating people!"

"After being promoted to Ghost General, the Ghost King is also waving to me!"

"When the time comes, I won't have to be so sneaky about eating people, but I can eat them all in one community, hahaha!"

Although he is still far away from being a ghost general, the ferocious ghost shadow is already dreaming about the beautiful life of becoming a ghost queen.

at this time.

I saw a silver thunderbolt falling from the sky, with terrifying power.

Feeling the destructive power contained in this thunder and lightning, the ferocious ghost wanted to escape.

But can it escape at the speed of lightning?
"Boom!"

This ferocious ghost figure was killed by the thunder, leaving no trace behind!
Sitting in the taxi, Zhang Jun continued to inflict thunderous punishment on the harmful ghosts and monsters in the realm of Poliu!
When I think of Conan, people just die wherever he goes.

He himself was killed by ghosts wherever he went.

Zhang Jun: Sure enough, I am stronger!
All the way west.

As the taxi drove out of the city, Zhang Jun's expression changed and he asked the driver: "Is there a village near here?"

The taxi driver's face lit up and he said to himself, "Master, you finally asked me!"But it suffocated me to death.

Do you know what torture it is to have a talkative driver not speak for more than an hour?

"Yes, there are many villages here outside the city, such as Zhangjia Village, Wangzhuang Village, Magou Village, Fengcao Village, Qingshui Village..."

You're giving me the name of the dish!
Zhang Jun was not interested in listening. He pointed to the south and west and asked, "What village is over there?"

The taxi driver glanced at it and said, "The nearest one over there is Nanhe Village."

"Okay, let's go to Nanhe Village."

"Row."

The taxi driver asked while driving: "Why are you going to Nanhe Village? To visit relatives or to meet friends?"

"Look for merit."

Zhang Jun said with a smile.

If he wants to get the system's 100 million merit reward, he must capture three demon kings and ghost king-level ghosts within one day.

Half a day has passed now.

I finally saw the shadow of merit.

"……Oh."

Even though it was just one person, it was a very meaningful response from the taxi driver.

If it were other guests, he would just add "what merits" and continue the conversation.

But now this distinguished guest had asked him to shut up before because he talked too much.

If you ask him what the prize is, you might annoy him and make him shut up again.

He didn't want to hold back any more words.

As the car got closer and closer to Nanhe Village, Zhang Jun felt the evil spirit getting heavier and heavier.

Soon, I saw a brightly lit village in the distance, and I couldn't help but mutter: "Weird."

"Why is it strange?"

As a talkative taxi driver, he knew exactly when to speak.

"It's already twelve o'clock in the evening. Logically speaking, all the lights in the village should be turned off, but look here, the lights are on every house, as if it's just dark?"

"Indeed, it's not the Chinese New Year now."

The driver nodded.

People in the village usually go to bed early and get up early.

I usually go to bed at ninety o'clock.

It's already early in the morning, but the lights are still on, which is really weird.

"Is there any custom in Nanhe Village? Today is a special day? That's why they light up the whole village?" The driver expressed his guess.

"It should be, okay, let's stop here."

Feeling the strong evil spirit in the village, Zhang Jun asked the driver to stop a few hundred meters away from the village entrance to prevent the driver from encountering something bad.

"Row."

The driver stopped the car.

"I need to take your car on my return trip, so I'll pay you half the price first."

Zhang Jun said, taking out two hundred-dollar bills and handing them to the driver.

"Then when you get on the bus, not only do you have to make up for this half, but you also have to pay half in advance."

After the driver took the money, he made a joke.

"it is good."

Zhang Jun nodded in agreement.

Driver: No, you really agreed!

Which taxi company will charge passengers half of the toll first?

Must be a liar.

This is my house!
That's fine.

After solving the problem of the return car, Zhang Jun opened the door and got off the car, walked towards Nanhe Village, and used his magic power to shrink the ground to an inch.

He crossed a few hundred meters in one step and entered the village.

The driver in the car felt as if his vision was blurred, and the passenger's figure disappeared. When he appeared again, he was in the village.

"Am I dazzled? How can people disappear and then appear again?"

"I must be too tired. I must have been squinting for a while, so I think the passenger walked to the village in one step. In fact, he walked hundreds of steps!"

The taxi driver found a reasonable explanation.

After entering the village, although Zhang Jun did not enter every house, he could feel that every courtyard was empty.

Naturally, I won’t waste time knocking on doors and asking.

Of course, it's not like there were some monsters that captured the whole village.

Instead, they all gathered in a large ancestral hall in the west of the village.

The whole village didn't sleep at night. They all gathered in an ancestral hall. What did they want to do?
Zhang Jun frowned slightly as he walked.

There was a vague feeling that something was not right.

A moment later, Zhang Jun had arrived at the west ancestral hall of the village.

I could see the end of the crowd from afar.

Late at night and early in the morning, hundreds of people gathered, silent and indescribable.

Zhang Jun saw the secret, deliberately patted a middle-aged man on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "You are up so late at night, what are you doing here?"

The middle-aged man jumped in fright as if a ghost had tapped him on the shoulder. Then he turned around and saw Zhang Jun, who was smiling calmly, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

But then he thought of something terrible, and with a look of panic on his face, he quickly stretched out an index finger in front of his lips, as if to restrain himself from speaking.

Ok?
What do you mean?
Zhang Jun didn't understand.

But the middle-aged man’s actions attracted the attention of people around him.

At this time, other people at the end of the queue also turned around and looked at Zhang Jun. Their reactions were the same as those of the middle-aged man. After a series of expression changes, they all extended their index fingers as a sign of silence.

Seeing the strange behavior of the villagers, Zhang Jun felt strange and continued to walk forward.

People looked at Zhang Jun who broke in and wanted to stop shouting, but they were worried about something and just opened their mouths but never made a sound.

The same goes for wanting to block it.

I could only watch Zhang Jun enter a deserted place.

Easily, Zhang Jun came to the front of the crowd.

I saw countless tablets placed in the ancestral hall. Needless to say, they should all be the tablets of the ancestors of this village.

What was inconsistent was that in the middle of the ancestral hall, there was a blood coffin.

If it were an ordinary coffin, it would not be unusual for it to briefly appear in the ancestral hall.

But this blood coffin should have been covered with cinnabar on the outside, but under the influence of evil spirits, the cinnabar actually softened and melted, turning into a red liquid, as if the coffin was bleeding, which was terrifying. (End of chapter)