"Sect Master Ji, may I ask where the tough gang of your sect is located?"
The Ghost King asked the masked man to sit down, but he was still dubious.
"My sect is far north of Kunlun, so it's normal that the ghost king doesn't know about it."
"Then what's the grudge between Sect Leader Ji and Jiang Siming?"
Hearing this, the masked man sighed and said: "To be honest, a few years ago, I took my wife through Dongzhou, eating hot pot and singing, and suddenly I was robbed by a bandit!"
"This bandit is Jiang Siming. He is strong and powerful. I can't beat him. He covets the beauty of my wife and robs civilian girls!"
"So I worked hard and vowed to take revenge!"
Talking about the sadness, the masked man even cried bitterly.
"This Jiang Siming is really hateful. He claims to be a well-known and orthodox person, but what he does is no different from me, a heretic."
"Yes, before the Demon Sect attacked Qingyun Sect, this guy's methods were cruel. Not only did he kill countless elites of our Demon Sect, but he also plundered, killed and expropriated goods."
"Isn't that right? This guy is also proficient in puppetry. The leader of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect was killed by him before and he detained his soul and became his ghost slave. I really don't know if he is the devil or we are the devil."
"Compared with him, I feel like I am a gentleman!"
....
Everyone made comments one after another, scorning Jiang Siming and showing great contempt for him.
The Ghost King looked at Ji Er Bangying and felt a sympathy for him in his heart.
He patted Ji Er Bangying's shoulder and said sincerely: "I can completely understand how you feel."
"Really? Brother Ghost King, your wife was also robbed by him?" Ji Erbangying asked immediately.
The Ghost King's face turned green and he said solemnly: "Of course not, but my daughter and sister were both taken away by him."
"Then why wasn't your wife robbed? It must be because your wife is not very good-looking." Ji Erbongying clicked her tongue.
The Ghost King's face turned dark immediately, and he said angrily: "My wife has died a long time ago!"
"Oh, that's it, I'm sorry, sorry." Ji Er Bangying apologized hypocritically.
The Ghost King did not want to dwell on this issue any longer. As more and more demonic people came to join, he walked to the front of the hall and began to plan this time to plot to destroy the Qingyun Sect.
During this period, the restaurant served delicious food to everyone so that they could eat and drink enough to go on the road... Phew, that's a good move.
While everyone was listening to the ghost king's grand plan, they were sipping wine and food.
There is one, however, who is like a starving ghost reincarnated, eating to his heart’s content without any image.
It was the masked man. This man took off half of his mask, opened his mouth and started eating nuts.
"Everyone, let's eat. There are so many delicious foods. We don't have this kind of high-end restaurant. We eat pancakes and steamed buns every day. Besides, there are people treating us, so we eat them all!"
The masked man didn't forget to share it with everyone. He grabbed a pig's head and gnawed on it.
"I will perform a performance for everyone, three pigs and one pig. Remember to applaud and give thumbs up!"
The Ghost King looked at the masked man's table, his expression twitching. He seriously suspected that this kid was just here to cause trouble.
But the other party was so strong, and he burst into tears when he just said that his wife was taken away, so it didn't look like he was lying to him.
The Ghost King had no choice but to endure it.
He tolerated it, but some people couldn't stand this masked man.
"Damn, you haven't eaten in your previous life, have you?" A new guy at the table next to him slapped the table and pointed angrily at the masked man.
The masked man answered him generously: "To be precise, I haven't eaten in three days. I came all the way from the Kunlun Northern Desert. By the way, will you reimburse me for the travel expenses?"
"This is a high-end place, get out of here you little bumpkin!" Another demonic monk said disdainfully.
"What are country buns? I've only heard of meat buns, milk buns, and buns made of dirt?" the masked man asked in surprise.
"which unit are you in!"
"Me? I told you, I'm from a hard-line gang, a small unit, a small unit, hehe." The masked man chuckled.
"No self-cultivation at all, no master's demeanor at all."
"Expert style? I have it, but I'm too hungry, and these things are so delicious, I can't eat them for nothing." The masked man said and started eating again.
"This is really a troublemaker!" an elegant demonic monk said disdainfully.
The masked man paused eating, nodded with a smile, and said modestly: "Yes, yes, you talk too much. I am a troublemaker."
The elegant monk was just about to laugh that this man was weak and easy to bully.
Unexpectedly, the masked man's next sentence made him go berserk: "But you said that I am a shit stirrer, and I am a stick after all, so aren't you just... shit? You also called everyone a shit...
Isn’t this not good?”
"Damn it, Feng Wuhen, tell me again, who are you calling shit!"
"Fuck grandma Feng Wuhen, if you dare to call me shit, I'll beat you to death if I don't!"
"Hit! Hit me!"
"Oh, that's not what I meant, it was this kid...ah..."
...
The restaurant suddenly became noisy. Originally, it was just two people fighting.
The masked man secretly took out a handful of copper coins from under the table and flew them towards the heads of several demon cultivators.
"Ouch! Who! Who hit me! Is it you!"
"I didn't move."
"That's you! I just laughed at you when I came in, so you hold a grudge and die!"
"Damn it! Who hit me?"
....
These demonic monks are inherently arrogant and domineering, with a quick temper.
After being disturbed by the masked man, he immediately got into a beating.
The more we fight, the more people are involved, and the more we fight, the louder the noise becomes.
This private restaurant soon crumbled and collapsed.
Even so, these people are not done yet and continue to fight.
The Ghost King was completely dumbfounded. What the hell was this? Didn't he come to the gathering to discuss attacking the Qingyun Sect?
Why are we still fighting here?
In desperation, the Ghost King quickly came out and shouted: "Stop fighting, stop, don't fight anymore~"
The Ghost King still has some face, and many monks are ready to stop.
The Ghost King was delighted and thought it was useful.
Unexpectedly, the masked man threw the fragrant pig head out of his hand, grabbed a demonic monk and asked angrily: "Did you steal my money?"
"Who the hell stole your money?"
"I still want to deny it. Why is the $1.25 in my pocket gone? You must have taken it! I'm going to beat you!"
After the masked man finished speaking, he punched the opponent into panda eyes.
The Ghost King still wanted to persuade him, but found that the pig's head thrown by the boy hit him in the face.
"Fuck! Zhang Xiaofan, beat his mother Xipi!" The Ghost King was furious and immediately called to Zhang Xiaofan behind him.
For a moment, it was extremely lively outside the restaurant, and a group of demonic monks started fighting fiercely.
The people around him stayed away, as mortals would not dare to get close to this kind of fight between gods.
The lord of the city came after hearing the news.
Just as he was about to stop sternly, the subordinate next to him pulled his sleeve and said: "City Lord, you can't do it, they are all big guys, you can't afford to offend them~"