Hearing Yuqing's words, Yang Zimei's heart sank, and uneasiness swept over him.
"Xiao Qian, can you feel who this head-dropping master is?" Yang Zimei had no choice but to ask Xiao Qian for help.
Xiao Qian smiled bitterly, "Sister, I'm not omnipotent."
"Niuniu, have you thought of something?" Yuqing looked at Yang Zimei's expression and asked.
Yang Zimei told the story of killing Miluo that day.
"How dare Thai head-dropping masters come to our area of China to look for ghost bodies?" When Yu Zhenzi heard this, he jumped up with anger, "And how dare you look at my cute little nephew? Senior brother, we will kill him immediately.
Go to Thailand and destroy all those ghost descendants."
Yang Zimei was speechless as he looked at his uncle who was almost a hundred years old but still as impulsive and passionate as a young man.
"Eighty years ago, Thai head-dropping masters had a battle with our Chinese metaphysics school. At that time, we both suffered losses, but we also established rules that did not limit each other." Yu Qing said at the side.
"What is the no-border rule? How come I don't know?" Yuzhenzi asked.
"That is to say, Thailand's surrender masters can never come to our territory in China. Otherwise, we can join forces to kill them. And our faction cannot go to Thailand. It was our ancestors who set this rule at that time." Yuqing said.
"Master lost one eye that day, was it due to a martial arts fight with a Thai head-down master?" Yu Zhenzi asked Yu Qing.
Yuqing nodded, "Because the master was worried that I would make a mistake, I was unable to participate in that fierce challenge. I only know that after the master came back, his whole body was seriously injured, his skills were exhausted, and he was blind in one eye.
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Yuzhenzi jumped up, "Oh shit, I'm going to fuck the eighteenth generation of those Thai transvestite masters!"
"Uncle, it's just your magic power!" Yang Zimei was funny and angry when he saw his uncle jumping like a monkey.
When Yu Zhenzi heard this, he immediately sat down on the ground like a deflated balloon. Then, like a child, he kept stamping his feet and crying: "Master, it's all my fault for my incompetence, my inability to cultivate, and my inability to avenge you!"
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"Now it's not a matter of revenge for the master, but the soul-gathering mirror is missing. We must find it before the head-lowering master unseals the soul inside." Yu Qing said seriously.
Yang Zimei nodded.
"Niuniu, you must be careful these days." Yuqing warned Yang Zimei.
"Okay, master." Yang Zimei took out the small iron tower and the butterfly card and said, "These two things seem to be the natural enemies of the head-down master. I have them by my side, so I should be fine."
"Sister, you are wrong. To deal with a third-rate ghost master like Miluo, your butterfly card is still useful. If you encounter a first-rate ghost master, there is nothing you can do." Xiao Qian reminded from the side, "
Don’t underestimate the enemy too much.”
"Xiao Qian, how much do you know?" Yang Zimei was really curious about Xiao Qian. This little guy had forgotten his name and birthday, but he still knew a lot, especially about the butterfly cards and the ghost descending master.
"Sister, I don't know either. These opinions come out naturally." Xiao Qian said with a crying face.
Yang Zimei had no choice but to raise the small iron tower in his hand.
I don't know if this item, which can absorb all poisonous gases and evil spirits, can deal with top-notch ghost masters and those evil spirits condensed in the soul-gathering mirror.
If not, will I fall into the terrible fate of being a ghost?
No!
She doesn't want this!
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[I’m very tired today, so the update is here for now, and it’s a bit short, I’m sorry. I wish you all a happy weekend. 】