The night falls, and you look up at the deep black sky covering the tall buildings, dotted with three or two stars.
Wu Nai opened a door in front of the woods of Zhang Dong's old house. After passing through the door, he returned to Dachang City.
He stood on the roadside and looked around. To the north was an industrial area with many factories. He had been blamed for "chemical pollution" because of the "Starving Ghosts" incident, and he had been scolded frequently.
To the south is a brightly lit commercial district lined with tall buildings. The place where Wu Nai is now is the junction of the industrial district and the commercial district.
It's time to get off work, and the street is gradually becoming lively. A middle-aged woman who still retains her charm is stepping on high heels and standing at the door of the store with flashing neon lights. She is twisting the round curves of her hip-hugging skirt to greet the customers coming and going.
Various food stalls have set up their stalls on the street, and the street is filled with the smell of various barbecues and charcoal fires.
Wu Nai opened her nostrils and breathed in the warm smell on the street, feeling like she was back in the human world again.
Zhang Dong's old house is a good place. There are countless evil ghosts inside. For him, it can be called a holy place for cultivating supernatural powers.
Just keep waving the spear to become stronger.
But as a normal person, if you stay in a cold, desolate environment full of ghosts for a long time, you will eventually miss these days full of fireworks.
Wu Nai casually took out a cigar from the gel space in front of him and lit it. While puffing out the light blue smoke, he admired the girls coming and going on the street.
It feels so good... Although not all of them are beauties as far as the eye can see, they are at least clean, tidy, warm and lively.
For a person who has been immersed in rotting corpses and exposed bones for many days, even an ordinary-looking girl is extremely enchanting at this moment.
I wonder how the guys in the family are doing recently... Wu Nai thought, and his fair and crystal clear skin squirmed slightly. A large amount of information immediately poured in from all directions and poured into his brain continuously.
After taking a few breaths, Wu Nai's face darkened.
Among the huge amount of information, he discovered that Zhang Xianguang had begun to contact his family.
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"Since Mr. Wu became a shareholder, the 'Shenyu Luoyan Club' has become the most luxurious club in Dachang City, and it has also become a place where many upper-class people entertain distinguished guests."
"Mr. Zhang Xianguang, please come in. I believe that today's service will satisfy you."
Tang An parked his luxury car on the side of the road with a smile on his face, then stepped out of the driver's seat, opened the back seat door himself, and made a gesture of greeting to the people in the car.
If Wu Nai were here, he would definitely recognize that this is the mall owner from the Headless Ghost Incident.
He had an encounter with his father, and he was considered a well-known figure in Dachang City.
But tonight, his role is just that of a driver.
"I have my heart set on it, but in fact the matter that Wu Ming and I are discussing is more suitable for both parties to find a quiet place to communicate in private."
Zhang Xianguang, who looked like a middle-aged man in his thirties, stepped out of the car. He carried a big knife on his back. He looked at the feasting and feasting nearby and said lightly: "There is no need to find a place with so many people."
"Don't worry, it will be absolutely quiet inside as long as you need it."
Under the leadership of Tang An, the two opened the door one after another and walked into the club.
An ethereal and crystal feeling hits your face.
This place is like the glass world described in Buddhist classics.
The floor is seamlessly laminated with crystal glass, and colorful lights from all around gather together, creating a dreamlike effect on the soles of the guests' feet.
Above the head are retro and elegant wooden pillars and red-toothed cornices, and vermilion wooden ladders spiral upward along the four walls.
Even Zhang Xianguang, who was just beginning to feel dissatisfied, couldn't help but exclaim after seeing such a decoration: "Walking here, I feel like I am soaring in the glow. The design is very good. Sure enough, ordinary people can enjoy it."
"Haha, what's this? There will be something better later..."
Tang Anwu boasted proudly and said: "To be honest, even Mr. Wu's son Wu Nai wanted to ask for a VIP card from me... By the way, Mr. Zhang Xianguang knows Wu Nai, right? He is a very powerful young man."
"Well, I have heard that the [Starving Ghosts] incident was solved. It's not bad."
Zhang Xianguang nodded silently.
He had naturally done all kinds of research before coming.
At this time, a group of girls wearing vermilion Hanfu with wide sleeves and wide skirts were already lining up on the dance floor to greet him.
"Look at these eighteen-year-old girls. Even now that I'm this age, I've still been in love with them for decades!"
Tang An pointed at the girls in red skirts and praised loudly: "Mr. Zhang Xianguang, Lao Wu said that you were a teacher before, and you also taught his brother, and you are a cultural person. In order to welcome you, I did some
Careful arrangements, you see..."
They walked to the dance floor, and Tang An casually pulled a girl over.
The girl's exposed skin is like white jade, and the beautiful jade-like skin is outlined with exquisite traditional Chinese square characters using special gold powder.
"Be patient and unmoved like the earth; be still and ponder like a secret treasure."
Zhang Xianguang's eyes moved slightly, and he opened his lips to read the words written on the girl's body: "Well written."
He knew very well that this sentence came from the "Ksitigarbha Ten Wheels Sutra" and liked the wisdom behind it even more.
Then Zhang Xianguang looked at the other girls, and each girl had words on her body.
Each of them has different words and phrases. Standing together, they form a complete "Ksitigarbha Ten Wheel Sutra" and "Diamond Sutra".
"It's really tempting. If it had been 60 years earlier, I might have indulged myself here." Zhang Xianguang said with emotion.
This place uses the plain white bodies of girls as monuments to write the most coquettish Buddhist scriptures in the world.
It is enough to seduce great virtuous monks into depravity.
Unfortunately, Zhang Xianguang has long since become an alien, deeply affected by evil spirits, and has lost most of his human desires.
This is considered to be flirting with a blind man.
Wu Ming, who was standing at a high place, was holding a cigar in his mouth, puffing out blue smoke, smiling at the corner of his mouth, and clapped his hands vigorously at this time.
Classical dance music played, and the coquettish girls stretched their bodies and began to dance. The red skirts were flying like open umbrellas in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and dozens of pairs of round, white and tender long legs stretched out in attractive arcs under the skirts.
Zhang Xianguang didn't squint as he walked step by step through the world's most enchanting dance troupe. Lin's jade legs were rising and falling all around him, and the fragrance of virginity was refreshing.
But it's just a pink skull.
On the second floor is a group of women playing music. They wear relatively open ancient Tang suits with wide open necklines, revealing their dazzling fair skin and deep career lines.
Compared with the dancers on the first floor, each has its own merits.
This is also the reason why Tang An has so much confidence in the "Shen Yu Luo Yan Club". At first glance, it is full of beauties. Hundreds of girls are all gorgeous, singing and dancing to welcome a distinguished guest.
It's hard to find a man who wouldn't be tempted by this.
Zhang Xianguang left Tang An behind and walked step by step along the escalator to the third floor. Wu Ming, in a suit and leather shoes, stood quietly by the vermilion wooden railing, waiting for him quietly.
"It's hard to imagine, Mr. Zhang, that after decades, you haven't changed at all and you're still exactly the same as when you were teaching in Shuangqiao Town."
Wu Ming said with emotion: "It is really a blessing of time. I never thought that we would meet again in my lifetime."
"This is not a blessing, it's a terrible curse. But I didn't expect that a snot-nosed kid like you could still remember me. If I remember correctly, you must be in your sixties. You've taken good care of me."
Zhang Xianguang said with a smile: "I'm afraid there are many young women who would be attracted by a handsome middle-aged uncle like you..."
"Except when entertaining distinguished guests, I no longer talk to young girls much..."
Wu Ming sighed: "After all, I am already married. Although I started a family relatively late, my children are also older and I cannot have a bad influence on them."
"As a parent, you should really consider your future generations."
Zhang Xianguang nodded and said with a smile: "I came to you this time also for the continuation of this generation."
"Come in and talk..."
Wu Ming made a gesture of invitation, and the rest of the conversation would revolve around the two people.
The door at the end of the corridor slowly opened, and the girls inside filled the room with light.
This is a simple and elegant private room.
There are white paper wooden grids at the front and back of the private room, and freehand landscape paintings in black and white are hung on both sides, all of which are handmade by famous artists. In the middle is a long table, with only a bronze basin with rough patterns and protrusions on the table, exuding a primitive atmosphere.
Tribal beauty.
The mottled bronze basin is filled with clear water, with pink petals floating on the water.
The overall style does meet Zhang Xianguang's quiet requirements, but when it is decorated with girls.
No room can be more magnificent than this one.
Zhang Xianguang walked to the end of the long table and sat down. The girl closest to him handed him a cup of tea.
He took a sip and commented: "You are so extravagant and lustful... Xiao Ming, you have lost the simplicity of the past."
"Times have changed..."
Wu Ming sat across from him with a faint smile and said: "Society is developing, our country is progressing, and people's material and spiritual needs will only get higher and higher."
"You are right, but all this is based on the stability of the country and the well-being of the people. But the real situation of this era, I believe you have seen it from your second son, is that terror is resurrecting, and evil ghosts are killing people everywhere."
"The supernatural incidents are becoming more and more terrifying each time, and they will become more and more terrifying. More and more people will die next. Even Dajing City is in danger of falling. [Ghost Paintings] are now rampant there, and there are
Foreign ghost masters are causing trouble."
"So if we want to continue to enjoy our current life, we need to make corresponding decisions. Now I come to you for this decision, Xiao Ming, I need the [red wedding dress] on your wife, it is my salvation
A key part of the plan for this era."
Zhang Xianguang said calmly, and slowly told his "Taoyuan Plan" in this private room.
During this process, Wu Ming's expression remained unchanged. After listening quietly, he nodded and said:
"I see, no wonder Teacher Zhang, you have been wandering downstairs of my house these days. With all due respect, Teacher Zhang, your plan may not be successful, and it will allow countless people to live in a supernatural picture all their lives. This
How ridiculous.”
"At least I saved my life, right? As long as I control the ghost painting, all the people living in the ghost painting can live and work in peace and contentment. Moreover, Xiao Ming, I am not here to discuss with you, I am just informing you that I want to take
Take away your wife's [red wedding dress]. No one can stop me from doing this..."
Zhang Xianguang's words were full of determination, and there was a will that could not be resisted.
At this point, the supernatural machete on his back seemed to have been unsheathed, and invisible sword energy was slashing out in all directions. The professionally trained girls on both sides of the long table avoided vigilantly.
Wu Ming raised his eyebrows, his eyes as sharp as swords: "Teacher Zhang, so far I still treat you as an old friend. But it's not because I'm afraid of your supernatural power. Do you really want to knock the table off?"
"Tear off the countertop..."
The corner of Zhang Xianguang's mouth rose with a hint of sneer: "Xiao Ming, you made a mistake. You have never had any front in front of me. I am patient and watch you attract a group of gorgeous young women to hang out in front of you.
Going, just to give you some more time to think."
"I know how confident you are, lift up your suit and show those pictures of evil ghosts. You're so old, and you can't change your nature as a gangster even after you control evil ghosts. You're really worthless."
"You have controlled a few ghosts and created this table of supernatural women. Do you think you have stepped into the 'reality' of this world and can guard against me or even refute me? How naive! Xiao Ming, you are still not good enough.
It's far away... The Taoyuan plan is imperative, and it's useless no matter who stands in my way."
"I haven't been a teacher for decades. It seems that I need to stand on the stage again today. I will give you a good lesson. The name of the course is What is the Top Ghost Controller!"
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As he spoke, Zhang Xianguang suddenly stood up and pulled out the machete from his back like a ghost coming back to life.
From the moment Wu Ming rejected him, their relationship was no longer that of old friends.
But a destined enemy.
Zhang Xianguang always shows no mercy to his enemies.
From the moment he held this supernatural weapon, the world in his sight turned into a puzzle full of cracks.
He aimed at Wu Ming, waved the knife in his hand, and slashed along the crack in his sight.
One knife cut Wu Ming in half!
Bang!
Wu Ming's upper body and lower body separated and fell to the floor, making a girl on the side of the long table burst into laughter.
"Hahahaha... It's so funny, dad was cut in two with a knife... Hahahaha..."
The one who dared to laugh unscrupulously at this time was naturally Wu Luo. The eldest lady, whose appearance changed drastically, stood up and greeted: "Dad, are you embarrassed? I just said that the ghost master is not mentally normal, and you still have to entertain him...
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"Xiaoluo, shut up, you are not allowed to talk to dad like this."
The girls on both sides of the long table actually opened their mouths at the same time and let out exactly the same gentle scolding sounds.
That's Yi Yue's voice!
Except for Wu Luo, the girls at this table are not living people, they are just supernatural objects created by Yi Yue.
At this time, the door was pushed open from outside the room.
The young mother in red clothes had "Condensation" painted on her face. She walked in step by step. Black silk threads sprouted from her ten slender fingers, and she re-sewed Wu Ming's broken body back together.
"Teacher Zhang...it's such a pity..."
Wu Ming stood up again and took off his suit, revealing his strong back. There were various pigments on it, depicting various ghosts, as if they were a ghost picture that gathered all the evil in the world:
"Originally, I thought this matter could be resolved amicably."
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"Dad, Mom, and that guy Wu Luo... please don't beat Zhang Xianguang to death..."
Wu Nai frowned in distress: "Otherwise, I would feel sorry for Uncle Zhang Dong."