"Okay, as long as you don't think my old woman is bragging, it doesn't matter if I tell you." Wang Po said, "Come in and sit down."
"Yes." I nodded. In fact, I had been curious about Grandma Wang's affairs for a long time. Although Grandma Wang had briefly told me about it once before, it felt like it was just perfunctory and no one said it seriously.
I entered the fruit stall and sat on a small bench. Grandma Wang crossed her legs and sat on a chair. She took out a cigarette and smoked it while saying: "The whole story will have to start in the seventies."
Speaking of which, I was twenty-one years old..."
"That's not right, Grandma Wang. Seventy years ago, I was twenty-one years old." I looked at Grandma Wang and asked, "How old are you this year?"
Wang Po smiled and said, "More than ninety."
"No way, you look like you're only fifty or sixty years old if you do long."
I really am not trying to flatter Mrs. Wang. She really looks like she is only in her fifties or sixties. Calculating this, she is too young.
Wang Po laughed happily. Sure enough, no matter what, women actually care about their age. They will always be happy when they hear someone complimenting themselves on their youth.
Wang Po continued: "I was twenty-one years old that year. I think I was considered a great beauty near Leishan Mountain. Later, I met the Witch Lord by chance, and he pursued me, and then I married him."
"What happened after that was actually nothing. I just practiced witchcraft with the witch master. At first, the two of us were ordinary witchcraft practitioners. Later, the witch master didn't know what kind of strange witchcraft we learned. Slowly,
His reputation has grown, and because of his age, everyone respects him as Lord Witch."
"How old?" I asked curiously.
"Yes." Wang Po nodded: "He was over fifty when we met, and now he is over one hundred and twenty years old."
Holy crap, how can ordinary people live a hundred and twenty years? I looked at Mrs. Wang in confusion and asked, "Is he a zombie?"
"No, how could it be? Although the Witch Lord would do whatever it takes to live longer, he would not be stupid enough to turn himself into a zombie, and end up with no chance of reincarnation." Wang Po sighed: "It's a pity that he cares too much about himself.
At that time, he and I got the Drought Bones at the same place, but he wanted to kill me in order to keep it for himself."
"Although he is becoming more and more selfish, he is still very kind to me, but that incident made me give up completely, so I took the Han Demon Bones to the ghost market in Fengdu and hid it." Wang Po said this.
, also sighing.
I looked at Mrs. Wang and nodded. She probably did hate the guy named Wu Gong. After all, they had been married for sixty or seventy years, but in the end, she wanted to kill Mrs. Wang for a foreign object. Who would it be?
All will be chilled
And I also noticed that Wang Po always called him Wu Gong instead of his real name, which shows that she didn't even bother to mention Wu Gong's name.
"Wang Po, that's what I said, but what does the Drought Bone thing have to do with immortality? What is the Drought Bone? The bones of the Zombie King Drought King?" I looked at Wang Po and asked.
Wang Po shook her head and said: "In ancient times, there were four zombie kings, Hanbao, General, Yinggou, and Houqing. Later, a Taoist named Shifang Xianren made the bones of these four zombie kings into four weapons, Hanbao.
The bones, the general's sword, the winning hook lock, and the queen's tears, these four things are the ten magical weapons."
Ten magical instruments?
When I heard this, I almost stood up in surprise. Can I not be surprised? I quickly asked Wang Po, "Wang Po, it's useless for you to leave the drought bones in that ghost market. How about I go get them?"
"It's best not to. When I released Hanba's bones in the ghost market, I placed them next to a flying corpse buried in the ghost market. That flying corpse had a thousand years of cultivation, so there can only be one zombie king Hanba in this world.
Otherwise, that flying corpse would have become a corpse long ago." Wang Po shook her head: "But even so, you'd better not get involved in this bad luck.
"Oh." I quickly nodded and agreed, but secretly made a note in my mind. Now I don't really need the Ten Method Instruments. It would be nice to have such a good thing, but if I don't have it, I don't have it. It doesn't matter.
"Wang Po, is that sorcerer very powerful?" I finished eating the apple and started eating a banana.
What Mr. Yin Yang needs most is experience. Do you really think that I have nothing to do and listen to Mrs. Wang telling stories? In our industry, you don’t need to be very good at catching ghosts, but you must have a lot of experience.
"In Leishan, all the poisoners are afraid of the witch master. Thirty years ago, the witch master killed a dozen of the witch masters. Later, more than 30 witch masters came to my cave and the witch master.
, I asked Duke Wu to kill Yu Jingjing by himself, but I didn’t even take any action. Do you think Duke Wu is powerful?”
Wang Po looked very calm and said: "I have been together with Mr. Wu for more than sixty years, and even now I don't know what Mr. Wu's trump card is that I don't know."
I secretly remembered that there was a ruthless character called Wu Gong in the Miao Village, and then I asked Wang Po, "Wang Po, are there any other powerful guys like Wu Gong?"
"Of course there is. You, Mr. Yin and Yang, have two people, Liu Boqing and Mao Linlong, but there are also three people with supernatural powers, Leishan Wugong, Guangdong Hongye, and Sichuan Huagu'er. These three people, even the Miao witchcraft sect would not dare to do so easily.
Provoke." Wang Po said.
I nodded: "Master Wu just heard what you said, so what happened to Mr. Hong and Hua Gu'er?"
"Those of us who use sorcery but are not cultists are San people. Generally, San people don't live long and can easily be caught by big sects like Longhu Mountain or Maoshan, or by the police."
"This Mr. Hong was just a little gangster in the beginning. He was very inconspicuous. In the last century, gambling was popular in Guangdong. Mr. Hong made a lot of money. Later, people found out that he used witchcraft to make money. The people in the casino wanted to find Mr. Hong.
I wanted an explanation, but Master Hong killed Yu Jingjing, and three casinos were burned down that night."
"Master Hong is different from people like us. Although we people use black magic, most of us don't use it to make money, because in our eyes, money doesn't really have much effect. But Master Hong likes money very much, not ordinary people."
Like, there will often be news that he is gambling somewhere."
I said strangely: "Isn't that right? You said that Mr. Hong only uses black magic to gamble money, so it's not like even the Miao Witch Cult dares to offend him, right?"
I know the strength of the Miao Wu sect, and those rocket launchers were not just bought for fun.
Wang Po said with a smile: "Master Hong was arrested again. The police contacted Maoshan and arrested him together. As a result, seven Maoshan disciples and a dozen policemen who went there were found dead in a square the next day."
"Maoshan loves face so much, surely he won't give up, right?" I asked with a smile.