Chapter 81 The authority of the first-class ghost officer - "The City God is my ancestor, it turns out that I am the Nth generation of gods"

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After saying that, he felt that Lao Liu's legs were not in good condition, so he rushed behind the counter and picked out the goods by himself.

It's not done until the back seat and trunk of the car are filled to the brim.

When Lao Liu saw that he had packed so many things, he couldn't help but ask: "Who did you offend? You want to burn so many things at once?"

Wu Jiang was paying the bill. Hearing this, he glanced sideways at him: "I said I offended Black and White Wuchang, do you believe it?"

Lao Liu scoffed, not believing his bullshit at all.

"It's good to offend Black and White. When the time comes, Uncle Liu will burn some more paper money for you, and I'll make sure you have money to spend!"

When Wu Jiang listened to Old Liu's teasing, he just laughed and didn't argue. These days, no one would believe him even if he told the truth.

Pay the money and leave neatly, completely ignoring Lao Liu shouting at the top of his voice behind him: "Next time you dare to break down the door in the middle of the night, see if I don't break your legs!"

Wu Jiang drove the car to the place where he had fought with the old Taoist before. The place was sparsely populated, and late at night, there were not even half a ghost, which was very suitable for him to burn sacrifices.

He unloaded all the things from the car and spread them out over a large area in the open space. He lit them with a lighter and whispered while burning: "Boss, you can't be as knowledgeable as your subordinates. If you want to blame you, blame the judge. I am innocent. These things are dedicated to you today. No one else has a share. You can enjoy them slowly."

The fire burned brighter and brighter, making the entire open space glow red. The ashes of the burning paper money were blown up by the wind and swirled into the air.

Wu Jiang ran back to the car, took off the piece of Hua Zi left last time, took it apart, and threw it into the fire.

"Two bosses, let me give you a change of flavor today. This is Huazi. If you like smoking, my subordinates will cook a few more for you next time!"

More than an hour later, when the fire was extinguished, Wu Jiang clapped his hands, stood up, and called it a day.

After returning home and lying on the bed again, I had time to think about what additional permissions the first-class ghost officer had.

He concentrated, sinking his consciousness into the Yin Cha Token, and examined it carefully. When he saw it, his eyes suddenly lit up.

The authority of a first-class ghost officer is more generous than he imagined.

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