After Disappearing For 20 Years, I Return As The Most Powerful Heavenly Master

They did not stop old Taoist Zhang Yang.

Uncle Asan was not surprised and walked towards the tent without looking back.

period.

Old Taoist Zhang Yang and the others looked at the black and white impermanence and the bull-headed and horse-faced beasts. As Uncle Ah San walked towards the tent, they did not move again and allowed Uncle Ah San to act.

It was just as they thought.

Black and White Wuchang and the Minotaur and Horse Face are afraid of the 'lonely soul and wild ghost king', or should be said to be wary of the person behind it, the existence that Hei Wuchang calls 'that person'.

Because they are afraid of each other.

Hei Wuchang and the others did not respond immediately.

See this.

The older generation were both surprised and shocked. They were surprised that they got it right. The ‘Lonely Ghost King’ could really frighten the people living in the underworld. But they were also shocked to know who was behind the ‘Lonely Ghost King’.

Even the legendary bull-headed and horse-faced figures, black and white, and impermanence can shock people.

No wonder this powerful 'Lonely Ghost King' can become someone else's ghost, and only a being who can intimidate even the underworld can be its master.

Old Taoist Priest Zhang Yang and others had the same idea and watched the 'Lonely Soul and Wild Ghost King' enter the tent.

now.

In the tent.

Mr. Hong and the others stood together. After Uncle Asan came in, they looked at each other.

If it were other ordinary people, feeling the majesty of Uncle Asan, they would be frightened to the point of being unable to stand, but Mr. Hong and the others were not. After experiencing the red era, their caring hearts were as solid as a rock, and they would not be frightened by a little terror.

In their eyes, demons and ghosts are certainly scary, but they are not as scary as the human heart, nor are they as scary as war.

"Are you here to take our lives? Take it, but please don't embarrass Zhang Yang and the others."

Mr. Hong said first.

They stood at the entrance of the tent and saw the movement outside the tent. They knew that they could not deal with the old Taoist Zhang Yang. Moreover, they could see from Uncle Asan's words and deeds that he was not as popular as the folk saying about ghosts. Same.

Ghosts don't seem that scary.

"I'm not here to take your lives."

Uncle Asan looked at Mr. Hong and the others. He didn't hesitate and just spread his hands, revealing the red scratch-off card with the words "scratch-off" printed on it.

"This is?"

Mr. Hong and the others were stunned, not knowing why Uncle Asan acted.

If it's not dazzling, the thing in this ghost's hand seems to be... a scratch-off ticket? ? ?

what's going on.

This thing seemed to be a real scratch-off, and many of them recognized the scratch-off.

There is no way, every scratch-off shop or sports lottery shop has similar scratch-off cards, and it is difficult not to recognize them.

"Pick one each and scratch it."

Uncle Asan glanced at Mr. Hong and the eight others, and said in a calm and majestic tone:

"If you don't want those people outside to die, just take a scratch-off ticket and pray. Pray that you can hit the word [destiny]."

"..."

Mr. Hong and the others were stunned when they heard this, and instinctively looked outside the tent.

It can be seen.

Outside the tent, old Taoist priest Zhang Yang and the others were looking inside nervously, with undisguised nervousness on their faces. If anything went wrong, they would rush in to save people at all costs.

See this.

Mr. Hong and the others looked at each other and without hesitation, they all walked up to Uncle Ah San and each chose a scratch-off ticket.

Subsequently.

Just as Uncle Asan pointed out, they took away the scratch-off music, either holding it, grabbing it with both hands, or clasping their hands together with the scratch-off music in their hands, praying sincerely and devoutly.

Hope God bless you!

I hope we can win the so-called fate prize.

With this feeling in mind, Mr. Hong and the others scraped off the coating on the scratch-off music.

Time passed bit by bit.

When the first person finishes shaving.

Uncle Ah San was always paying attention to the situation of Mr. Hong and the others, and was the first to glance at the scratch-off music in the old man's hand.

It's a pity that I didn't win the prize.

"Alas." The old man gritted his teeth with a complex expression, and could only place his hope on others.

He immediately looked at Mr. Hong next to him. Mr. Hong was about to finish shaving as the second one.

soon.

"I seem to have been hit." Mr. Hong suddenly exclaimed with joy.

The old man's excited words immediately caused the other old men who were still playing the scratch game to look over in surprise. If Mr. Hong wins, it will mean that none of the old Taoist priests Zhang Yang and others will die because of them.

"Did I win?" Mr. Hong gave Uncle Ah San the scratch-off ticket.

"It's a hit."

Uncle Asan glanced at the scratch card, but before everyone could get excited, he poured a basin of cold water on it the next second:

"But I won an ordinary scratch-off ticket. I won 10,000 yuan. I was very lucky."

"..."

Mr. Hong and all the elders were silent. If it were in the past, they would have been excited about Mr. Hong's good luck and wanted to treat him, but now they are depressed and their emotions have sunk to the bottom.

Two people have missed the mark. In other words, hope is dwindling and can only be pinned on the remaining six people.

But this worry has not spread yet.

Sudden.

Uncle Asan looked at one of the old men and stared at the scratch-off card in his hand. Only a small part of the card had been scratched off, and most of it was still unscratched. However, it was looking at the small part that had been scratched off.

Finally, it settled on one of its grids.

"You've won." Uncle Asan's majestic face showed a smile for the first time: "Be happy, your prayers have worked, and someone has become your destined person."

The surprise came unexpectedly.

Mr. Hong and the others were stunned at first, but when they calmed down, excitement and joy were written all over their faces.

"bingo?!"

"Great! Hit, hit!"

They didn't know what a destined person meant, and they didn't quite understand what winning the lottery meant, but they could feel it to some extent. Winning the lottery was a great thing, and at least it could save the lives of old Taoist Zhang Yang and the others.

The joyful movement in the tent did not stop.

Old Taoist Priest Zhang Yang and others, who were always paying attention to the situation in the tent, as well as Black and White Wuchang, and the Bull-Head-Horse Face all heard it.

"Now we're in trouble." Hei Wuchang, Bai Wuchang, and Minotaur looked at each other, their brows furrowing involuntarily.

Old Taoist Zhang Yang and the others were surprised when they caught the changes in Hei Wuchang's expressions.

Although Uncle Asan's back was turned to them, they couldn't see what he did to Mr. Hong, and Uncle Asan deliberately used ghost energy to isolate the voices inside, so they couldn't hear the content of the conversation.

But you can still see that Mr. Hong and the others are dancing.

What is the situation inside, and why can the black and white impermanence and the bull-headed and horse-faced faces become so solemn.

People outside the tent had different thoughts.

And at this moment.

There was a lot of excitement in the tent, and along with the excitement of Mr. Hong and others, Uncle Asan was sure that one of the old men had won the fate prize. He opened his hands in an instant:

"My dearest one, please tell me what you wish for, power, money or... to change your destiny against the will of heaven."

Like a reward from a superior, Uncle Asan looked domineering, with a pair of majestic and ghostly eyes looking at the winning old man in front of him with undisguised satisfaction:

"You can have any wish, just say it and your Majesty will fulfill all your wishes and form a good relationship with you."

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