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Chapter 151

Chapter 151

"Boy, are you the apprentice of the old shopkeeper?"

"Before that war, the old shopkeeper didn't have any apprentices. You must have accepted them later."

"Hahahaha, the old shopkeeper is indeed not dead!"

"Not only did he not die, he also passed on his skills to you."

"He even handed over the King of Hell's Order to you, so you are his successor."

"Phantom, Silver Fox, Golden Spear, have you seen it? Our Palace of Hell is not dead!"

"Old shopkeeper, I knew you wouldn't let me down, hahahaha!"

The feelings that had been accumulated for many years were finally released. Can Jian was crying and laughing, which sounded very scary in the middle of the night on the empty mountain.

The birds in the distance were so startled that they began to cry and fled away.

Qin Tian was also very moved.

I was moved by the loyalty and passion of these old people in the Palace of Hell.

"Uncle Can Jian, what have you experienced in these years?"

"Why did you become the subordinate of a scum like Zhen Tiannan?"

"Also, why do you need to create another Hell King Token?"

He couldn't help but ask.

Can Jian sneered and said: "Since you are the old shopkeeper's apprentice and you call me uncle, don't blame me for relying on your old age!"

"Boy, what do you know?"

"In this world, there are originally five pieces of the King of Hell's Order. The old shopkeeper's original intention was that together with him, the four great ghost servants would be called the Five-way King of Hell."

"It's just that our lives were saved by the old shopkeeper. How can we be so ungrateful as to be on an equal footing with him?"

"Later, I had no choice. Although five pieces of the King of Hell were cast, the size for the four of us was slightly smaller."

"Even so, the four of us once discussed it privately. There is only one Hell King's Order in this world!"

"The tokens in our hands are only as a souvenir. We will never use them in this life!"

Having said this, he lowered his head.

After a moment of silence, he said: "After that battle, I lost a leg and crawled out of the pile of corpses."

"What I saw were the corpses of countless brothers."

"Over the years, I have done some shameful things. Because I need money!"

"I need money to rebuild the Palace of Hell."

"I don't believe that the old shopkeeper and Jin Gun are dead. I used the Hell's Order several times and created some disturbances."

"I hope they can find me because of this."

"Unexpectedly, after several years, they didn't come to me in the end!"

Qin Tian sighed. Although he blamed Can Jian for his behavior before, how could he bear it after learning these secrets?

"Uncle Can Jian, now that you know this situation, what are your plans next?"

Can Jian said excitedly: "When we first established the Palace of Hell, we brothers made an oath. In this life, we will live as the people of the Palace of Hell and die as the ghosts of the Palace of Hell!"

"The only wish that keeps me alive is to summon my former brothers and rebuild the Palace of Hell!"

"Although Phantom and the others are dead, they still have 18 Blood Clothes, 36 Judges, 108 Wuchang, and other brothers."

"Some of them must have survived. Like me, they are living in various places."

"I believe they are all waiting for the call!"

"Before, I thought I might never see that day in my life."

"But now, Qin Tian, ​​please tell me where the old shopkeeper is?"

"Take me to him quickly!"

"As long as the old shopkeeper stands high and calls out, no one will respond!"

Qin Tian was silent for a moment and said: "The old man is very good now. It can even be said that he is very nourishing."

"It's just that I can't take you to see him yet."

"What's wrong with him?"

"He's locked up."

"What?"


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