Four hundred and fiftieth chapters to be a master in the 1980s (58)
Zhan Jiahe suddenly knelt down in front of Zihua. Kneeling down did not count, and he softly shouted to Jiang Meixiang, "Why don't you kneel down and pay homage to Master."
Jiang Meixiang hurriedly knelt down and imitated Zhan Jiahe, clasping her hands towards Zihua.
Zhan Jiahe joined his hands and bowed several times, "Master, we are blind, please let us go. I am willing to compensate Master for all losses."
This is of no use to Yuhua.
From this, it can be seen that the two of them know a lot about Taoist rules.
The Taoist sect has a principle not to attack ordinary people easily, but there is one rule. If ordinary people take the initiative to offend, the previous rule will not count.
If ordinary people take the initiative to admit their mistakes and are willing to pay for the things they have offended, Taoist people will have to be more cautious before they take action.
People with greater ability are subject to more restrictions. From this point of view, the rules of heaven are fairer.
Zhan Jiahe wants to take advantage of this to make Zihua worry.
But they have the true inheritance from their ancestors, they are able to bend and stretch, and they are quick to kneel when they see a strong person.
"It's not that I let you go, it depends on whether you let the Zhan family go."
Zi Hua waved her hand, and all the lights in the room suddenly went out, then turned on again, flickering on and off several times, and the lights on the roof made a "hissing" sound. When the lights stopped flickering,
The whole room became dark.
A gray-black air mass appeared in the center of the room, rolling and expanding, with a bone-chilling chill exuding from the air mass, as if there was a man-eating monster hidden inside.
Zhan Jiahe and Jiang Meixiang felt a coldness invade their hearts, liver and lungs. Their whole bodies were cold, as if their hands and feet were almost no longer their own.
"Master." Zhan Jiahe found that he could still make a sound, "Please let me go. I will agree to whatever you want. I will leave tomorrow, no, immediately, and I will never step foot here again in this life."
Jiang Meixiang didn't know whether she was cold or afraid, she folded her arms and shrank, "Master, we don't dare anymore."
The gray-black air mass suddenly expanded outward, revealing a gloomy black door.
"Ghost, ghost, ghost..." Jiang Meixiang was stunned and couldn't say the word "door" at the end.
Somehow, she suddenly knew in her mind that this door was the ghost door.
The door opened silently, and a figure walked out of it.
For the first time, Zhan Jiahe felt that his good eyesight was a bad thing. He could see clearly that the person who came had a dark and sinister face, a black linen robe, and a tall black hat with four red letters written on it.
In big letters, "Catching You".
Under those dark and terrifying eyes, it seemed that nothing he was thinking could be hidden.
"Nothing, nothing, nothing..." Zhan Jiahe was also like Jiang Meixiang.
Jiang Meixiang was so frightened that she had no reaction. She looked straight at the four big red characters on Hei Wuchang's hat and just hugged her arms tighter and tighter.
Zihua noticed that the expressions of the two of them were not right. They were all looking at the top of Hei Wuchang's head. But in her eyes, Hei Wuchang only wore a black gauze-like official hat without wings.
Nothing at all.
The Hei Wuchang she saw was a handsome man, well-dressed, and would never scare people like this.
She asked Hei Wuchang using a secret method, "What happened to them?"
It was easier for Hei Wuchang not to let others hear him, so he cleared up Zi Hua's doubts, "When we appear in front of ordinary people, what do they think of us as shady people? How do we look like shady people in their eyes?"
."
"There's something wrong with them."
Hei Wuchang nodded slightly and agreed with this statement.
Hei Wuchang's time to come up was limited, so Zihua quickly got down to business and said to Zhan Jiahe and the others, "I'll ask Lord Wuchang to bring someone to meet you."
The rope chain in Hei Wuchang's hand clanked, and a ghost was pulled out from behind him.
This ghost has the appearance of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old. His soul is in tatters and is likely to break at any time. He is a miserable ghost.
"Dad, Mom." Misgui shouted miserably at Zhan Jiahe and Jiang Meixiang.
"Zhixuan!" Jiang Meixiang recognized the miserable ghost first, and was no longer afraid. She leaned forward, "You are Zhixuan, why didn't you reincarnate? You..."
She wanted to say, "Are you doing well down there?" Seeing that the miserable ghost was doing well, Jiang Meixiang's heart was in knots, and she felt a surge of sadness.
Zhan Jiahe saw his son who passed away five years ago and asked, "Zhixuan, is it really you?" He rubbed his eyes vigorously, and when he looked again, he still saw Zhan Zhixuan. What appeared on his soul were the clothes he was wearing when he died.
It's not his imagination.
"Humph." Hei Wuchang's voice suddenly made the room feel a little colder.
The miserable ghost hesitated and got to the point, "Dad, mom, I can only stay up there for a while, you listen to me.
I didn’t die from taking ||
, I died for him.
He deliberately raised me crookedly. I had three girls have abortions and I owed a blood debt. I didn’t take the drug on my own initiative. Zhan Renxin sent someone to induce me. I did bad things and he was responsible for it.
Some of the sinful blood energy can be transferred to me.
The master who performed the ritual for him was Master Chang, who was enshrined in the Zhan family. I was not the first to have his life extended. My fifth uncle also had his life extended to his death by Zhan Renxin.
Mom and Dad, if you still think of me as your son, help me avenge you. In the past few years, I have been in hell to pay off debts for the wrong things I did before, and to repay the sinful debts owed by my ancestors. I am miserable."
"My Zhixuan." Jiang Meixiang cried, "Mom will definitely help you take revenge." Out of fear of Hei Wuchang, she did not dare to cry.
"Are you telling the truth?" Zhan Jiahe couldn't believe it. Who didn't know that the most beloved grandson of the head of the Zhan family was Zhan Zhixuan. Zhixuan died unexpectedly five years ago. His father also became seriously ill, and then he took revenge on Zhixuan.
Xuan is the group of people who provide medicine.
"It's true. Also, we are not the authentic descendants of the Zhan family. Don't worship the ancestors of the Zhan family. If we don't worship their ancestors, the blood and debt transferred to us will be less."
Zhan Jiahe couldn't believe it, "What, Zhixuan, what are you talking about? Why are we no longer descendants of the Zhan family?"
Hei Wuchang spoke, "One hundred and fifty years ago, Zhan Yuanbai had no children, so Qian Weitong borrowed a seed from someone else and gave birth to Zhan Yuanzhi as his biological son."
Hei Wuchang's voice sounded very obscure and cold to Zhan Jiahe and Jiang Meixiang, but it was also convincing.
Zhan Jiahe had memorized the ancestral genealogy and knew that Zhan Yuanbai was one of the famous ancestors of the Zhan family, and Qian Weitong was a lady from a well-known family, who was married to Zhan Yuanbai's son Zhan Yuanzhi.
The miserable ghost wanted to say something else, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Hei Wuchang lifted the zipper chain and said, "It's time." He threw the miserable ghost back to the underworld.
Hei Wuchang coldly inspected Zhan Jiahe and the two, then disappeared into the ghost gate.
The gray mist shrank violently, and the ghost gate disappeared.
"Zhixuan." Without the oppressive feeling caused by Hei Wuchang, Jiang Meixiang cried out.
If it weren't for the chill that lingered in the room and the lights that were still a little dim, Zhan Jiahe and Jiang Meixiang would have thought they were having a dream.