Chapter 90: Self-inflicted evil will lead to death - "The City God is my ancestor, it turns out that I am the Nth generation of gods"

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The old man has recently become obsessed with the Bagua of the Book of Changes. He took the opportunity to ask Zhao Ankun for advice, from the mutual support and restraint of the five elements to the importance of Feng Shui layout. He was very interested in asking questions, and Zhao Ankun also patiently answered them one by one.

When he returned to the family home where the old man lived, Zhao Ankun couldn't help but sigh: "Uncle Wu, your understanding is much better than that kid Wu Jiang! You can understand it once I tell you it, but he is not good at it. He can't remember it after being taught it ten times. He is just stupid."

Wu Jiang glared at Zhao Ankun, but Zhao Ankun laughed and ignored him.

The old man had almost become friends with Zhao Ankun. He dragged him to the hotel and asked Wu Jiang to cook some side dishes, and the three of them started to drink.

While eating, Wu Jiang couldn't get in a word. Listening to the two men, Qinglong on the left and White Tiger on the right, saying, "The dragon must be real, the sand must be beautiful, the water must be curved, and the holes must be hidden." Wu Jiang's eyes were straightened when he heard that, and his mind was filled with questions.

The dinner was not over until the old man's cheeks were red from drinking and he was a little swaying.

Wu Jiang breathed a sigh of relief, and after helping the old man go back to his room to sleep, he came out and smiled at each other, got up tacitly, and went back to their rooms.

Soon, the two ghost agents gathered in the living room. However, when Zhao Ankun saw the token hanging on Wu Jiang's waist, he blurted out "fuck", his eyes widened, and his face was full of disbelief.

"You...when did you become a first-class ghost?"

The last time the two of them worked together to deal with evil spirits, they were both second-class ghost officers. How long had it passed before this brat was promoted?

At this moment, Wu Jiang felt that his whole body was so transparent. It felt so good that you laughed at me earlier!

Wu Jiang chuckled and said proudly: "I can't help it, it's all luck. I've encountered a lot of evil ghosts recently. I was lucky enough to earn some merit, and I got promoted without knowing it."

Now Zhao Ankun was even more vulnerable. How come I am not so lucky? Except for the missions assigned by the underworld to capture the ghosts, I have never encountered many evil ghosts in my life.

Wu Jiang didn't know how to explain it. It seemed that he had a higher chance of seeing ghosts, but that was all accidental and he couldn't control it.

"Okay, okay, Uncle Zhao, don't be envious and set off quickly to avoid long nights and dreams. If the old ghost takes the opportunity to run away, our work will be in vain."

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