Chapter 80 It’s over - "The City God is my ancestor, it turns out I am the Nth generation of gods"
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Deep in the mountains, in a remote, dilapidated and unknown Taoist temple, a dusty coffin suddenly made a slight noise. Then, the coffin lid was suddenly opened with a "clang", and an old Taoist who was still coughing up blood and breathless sat up from the coffin. It was the evil Taoist who escaped.
Nowadays, the old Taoist has long lost the sinister majesty of the past, and only a broken soul is left. Every time he coughs out a mouthful of blood, the soul becomes more and more sluggish.
The old Taoist took out a jade bottle from the corner of the coffin, tremblingly poured out a red pill from it, and swallowed it without hesitation. This was a back-up he had prepared long ago, specifically to save his life and heal his injuries.
The elixir melted in his mouth, and a majestic spiritual power slowly spread out, nourishing his broken soul. Only then did he cough up blood and his breathing became slightly calmer.
The old Taoist's eyes were sinister, he clenched his fists, and whispered through gritted teeth: "Boy, destroy my Taoist base and destroy my body. We will never finish this debt!!!"
The Taoist temple immediately fell into a dead silence. Against the backdrop of the night, there was an indescribable strangeness.
On the other side, Wu Jiang could no longer suppress the excitement in his heart. He wiped his body randomly, wrapped himself in a bath towel and rushed back to the room. As soon as he lay down on the bed, his ghost couldn't wait to leave his body and went straight to the underworld.
First-class ghosts not only have much greater authority than second-class ghosts, but their guaranteed salary has doubled from before, from one hundred contribution points per month to two hundred contribution points.
When Wu Jiang arrived at the Wuchang Hall, he heard bursts of mocking laughter coming from inside, as well as the frustrated retorts of Black and White Wuchang.
Wu Jiang quietly peeked out and saw a bull-headed horse standing in the hall, mocking the black and white impermanence in turn. The black and white impermanence was about to turn into the black and black impermanence.
"Haha, I'm talking about Lao Bai and Lao Hei, you two are so good! You can actually let an evil spirit escape by taking action in person. If this spreads out, I'm afraid even Da Ya will laugh out loud about the evil deeds in the entire underworld!"
"That's right, it was originally assigned to us brothers, but you guys deserve it, right?"
Black and white Wuchang sat on the chair, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot, and his whole body exuded low pressure. He was unable to refute. After all, they were indeed at fault in this matter.
Wu Jiang's heart skipped a beat, it was bad, it came at the wrong time!
But now that the matter was over, he couldn't turn around and leave. He could only bite the bullet, walked in, and bowed respectfully: "My subordinate Wu Jiang, I have met the two bosses, and the two adults, Niutou and Horseface."
Hearing Wu Jiang's voice, the taunts in the palace stopped instantly. Black and White Wuchang raised his head and glanced at him. Although his face was still ugly, he did not implicate him.
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