Half an hour later, Wang's mother had already put away the food on the table, leaving only some of Wang Ling's favorite dishes and packed them into lunch boxes and put them in the kitchen. The old man accompanied Wang's father and classmate Lei Mouren to chat again
After a while, the two of them went upstairs separately. Dad Wang had to go to work on a manuscript, but the old man was old and couldn't help being sleepy. Especially after eating, he always felt mentally lazy.
Mr. Wang has rarely had the opportunity to meet cultivators since he retired. Mr. Wang has always been full of curiosity about this group of people. He often hears people say that sometimes there is only a glimmer of chance for a cultivator to reach enlightenment.
Realm promotion often only requires an understanding of artistic conception... However, Mr. Wang never expected that a plate of broccoli and a bowl of tomato and egg soup that he fried would have the same effect!
Before leaving, Mr. Wang saw the puzzled expression on classmate Lei Mouren's face, so he patted him three times on the shoulder. The old man was a veteran and had heard a lot about cultivation when he was a head chef.
Stories about cultivators, and there are many stories among them. They are about cultivators who accidentally went astray in the process of comprehending the artistic conception and enlightening the way of heaven, and finally lost all their cultivation...
Mr. Wang patted the shoulders of True Lord Throwing Thunder three times. His original intention was to remind fellow student Lei Mouren not to get too entangled in order to avoid getting angry...
As a result, Lei Mou's whole body seemed to be shocked, and he stood up again: "Thank you, senior, for your advice! I will definitely come and give you some advice during the third watch!"
Mr. Wang: "..."
Loopy Toad: "..." Just give me some advice. Your mother sells batches! We are not the ancestors of Bodhi!
When Wang Ling arrived home, he saw a man in white with his arms folded and his head lowered, staring solemnly at a piece of broccoli and a bowl of completely cold tomato and egg soup in deep thought.
Loopy Ha told Wang Ling that the man had been in this posture for a full hour...
Father Wang and the old man had already gone upstairs, leaving Mother Wang alone to accompany Lei Mouren. During this period, Lei Mouren kept staring at the broccoli and tomato and egg soup, without saying a word, and asked Mother Wang to look at it.
It makes me feel uncomfortable all over.
Seeing that Wang Ling had finally arrived home, Wang Ma seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw: "Ling Ling, do you think Xiao Lei is depressed?"
Wang Ling stared at the man in silence for a while: "..."
It was obvious...it was an epileptic seizure!
Then, without saying a word, Wang Ling grabbed classmate Lei Mouren's collar and dragged him upstairs.
When Queen Mother saw Lord Throwing Thunder being dragged upstairs, she was secretly relieved and began to pick up the last scraps on the table.
When Lord Throwing Thunder was dragged up the steps by Wang Ling, he watched helplessly as Wang Ma poured the tomato and egg soup into the sink, and immediately screamed: "No! My tomato and egg soup! You died so miserably.
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"Brother Ling! I think my tomato and egg soup can still be saved... As long as you set off with me now, and rush to the sewage transfer station before the tomato and egg soup flows into the frozen sea, we can intercept it!"
Wang Ling: "..."
"Okay, brother Ling... I know this is a bit exaggerated. But at least, please keep the broccoli that senior gave me... I will make it into a specimen and collect it!"
Wang Ling: "..."
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Although he hadn't met True Lord Throwing Thunder for a long time, Wang Ling felt that this man's urine quality was really the same as before, and it hadn't changed at all. If I could describe it in one sentence, he was a bit nervous in doing things.
In the bedroom, Wang Ling took out a square box with sandalwood from under his bed. This box was used by Wang Ling to store the old version of the sealing talisman. In addition, the talisman and seal he had just replaced not long ago had just enough inside.
There are five in existence.
Although the power of the seal was greatly reduced for Wang Ling, the sealing effect of the talismans still existed. Wang Ling put the stone ghost face and these talismans together, which also had a certain restraint effect on the curse power of the stone ghost face itself.
"Is this the Stone Ghost Noodle?" When Wang Ling took the Stone Ghost Noodle out of the box, the man in white next to him showed an expression of surprise.
The rumored Stone Ghost Mask was older than he thought. The mask had mysterious eyes, a cold and sinister undercut, and the faded colors that showed the traces of the Stone Ghost Mask's ancient years... If
I haven't seen it with my own eyes, but based on the few physical pictures on the Internet, the man in white really can't see so many details.
Lord Throwing Thunder stared at the mask carefully for a long time, and suddenly realized a shocking question, and then suddenly looked at Wang Ling, "Brother Ling, have you ever tried wearing it..."
Wang Ling nodded truthfully, and then explained via voice transmission that he didn't feel much after putting on the mask, and then took it off.
"...Brother Ling said, took it off?!"
The man in white thought of a conjecture and suddenly took a breath of air: "...Based on this stone ghost mask, combined with the information I have obtained from investigations over the years, it can basically be confirmed that this mask is genuine. But just now I
I discovered a problem. I feel that the undercuts on both sides of the stone ghost face seem a bit crooked... This is not a fake or a flaw in workmanship, but based on what your brother explained..."
What does it mean?
Wang Ling looked at the man inexplicably.
"To put it simply, the last time your brother tried on the Stone Ghost Face, the Stone Ghost Face actually had a body-seizing reaction. And, judging from the records in the data, the process of Stone Ghost Face grabbing the body is to stab the barb into the body.
Shame..."
"..."
"But obviously, this stone ghost face failed..."
"..."
Speaking of this, Zhenjun Thousand Thunder couldn't help but sigh: "Brother, your shame is so thick-skinned... I can't even compare to you!"
"..."MMP!
"Anyway, leaving this Stone Ghost Mask with Brother Ling is a big trouble. Why don't you give the Stone Ghost Mask to me? Brother, I will definitely take care of this mask." The Thunder-Throwing Lord promised, patting his chest.
After listening to the man's words, Wang Ling fell into a brief thought. Compared to an organization with some evil intentions like Shanshui Manor, Wang Ling would rather trust his brother, who has a 70% compatibility with immortality. But these days, everything is about transactions...
…Wang Ling felt that he couldn’t afford to lose.
After a moment of silence, the man in white received a message from Wang Ling, with a surprised expression on his face: "What? A meeting? Brother Ling said that as long as I go to hold a meeting for him, he will give me the mask.
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Wang Ling nodded solemnly.
"Brother Ling is so polite... It's such a small thing, even if you don't have Stone Ghost Face to make conditions. As long as your brother opens your mouth, I will definitely attend! Speaking of which... Brother Ling hasn't said what kind of meeting is this?"
Wang Ling smiled slightly, and then thrust a notice for the parent-teacher conference of No. 60 Middle School into the man's hand.