Honghuang: I have been living in poverty for countless years, but I was exposed by my apprentice!

"Who dares to touch my husband!"As soon as I spoke from a distance, a stench spread across the whole street.

The faces of the people who had left their doors open to peek at the excitement turned green, and they hurriedly closed the windows and doors to feel better. When

Ma returned to the fortune-telling parlor, he saw Jiang Ziya He leaned weakly on the cushion, suddenly unhappy.

"Humph, you're a useless man, you're being picked up by someone who can't predict your fortune, right?"

"Wife, I……"Jiang Ziya wanted to explain, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a stench hit his forehead, his face turned green instantly, and he almost died of the stench.

"What are you!"Ma didn't notice this, and kept scolding Jiang Ziya:"Although the degenerate spirit was possessed before, one of them was dead, but it was still accurate after all!"

"What now?"

"This month, apart from the three or four calculations you got right at the beginning, have you ever gotten one right?"Mr. Ma pinched her waist and shouted loudly:"Do you know that even the poor people in the family can't open the pot?"

After hearing this, Jiang Ziya glanced at the heavily made-up gouache on Ma's face with an aggrieved look.

Don't you know why the family can't open the pot?

"Alas, that's all, it seems that the fortune-telling parlor can no longer be opened, so my husband should find another way to make a living!"Jiang Ziya sighed:"I don't know why lately, but I always feel a chill, as if a disaster is coming."

"Stop talking nonsense. You really think you are some kind of immortal just because you have the Taoist name Fei Xiong."

"I still feel the chill, and a disaster is coming!"

"If you can't make money back tomorrow, I'll let you know what it means to be in catastrophe!"

"Tell me, I have been with you all my life, but have I ever had a good day?"

Mr. Ma's angry curses kept coming from the fortune-telling parlor.

An hour later

, the door of the fortune-telling parlor was closed. Ma was tired of scolding and went to the back hall to rest. Jiang Ziya was left alone in the main room with a confused look on his face. He took off the yellow cloth that had been with him for decades...

Others didn't know why he could count all things and count people to death every time, but Jiang Ziya understood.

All of this was caused by this magical yellow cloth. What he brought...

It's just that over the years, Jiang Ziya hasn't figured out what the yellow cloth is.

"Strange, why doesn't it work?"

Jiang Ziya spread out the yellow cloth on the table in confusion. After decades of exploration, Jiang Ziya had already deeply imprinted every detail of the yellow cloth in his mind.

Only this time……

"When did it have words on it?"

"Could it be that after decades of being together day and night, this yellow cloth finally appeared, recording the immortal cultivation techniques on it?"

When he thought of this, Jiang Ziya looked around hurriedly and nervously.

Seeing that there was no one around but himself, Jiang Ziya carefully looked at the writing on the yellow cloth...

This was an unknown writing, and it was strange. Jiang Ziya could understand the meaning between the lines.

"Zhao Goudan……"

"Mrs. Qi!"

"Liu Goucheng!"

"Wang Erxi!"

"Zhang Daniu!"

"this……"After reading a few lines of words, Jiang Ziya suddenly looked strange...

The words recorded on them seemed to be names of people...

It was too long ago and I couldn't remember many things clearly.

However, Jiang Ziya remembers a few names clearly.

Isn't this the first person he wanted to die?

This...

Jiang Ziya began to count carefully...

An hour later, the yellow cloth was still spread out on the table, but Jiang Ziya collapsed on the cushion, looking lost.

After an hour of counting, Jiang Ziya finally counted the names of those people clearly.

There are two types of names on the yellow cloth.

One has a slightly larger font!

There are three hundred and sixty-five in total!

There were also smaller ones, only a little bigger than mosquitoes and flies. Jiang Ziya almost went blind before he could count them clearly.

No more, no less, exactly one hundred and eight thousand!

Everyone is considered dead by him...

So... he has killed more than 100,000 people over the years?

Jiang Ziya was not a good person, but he generally had a conscience. When he thought about how he had killed so many people, his hands and feet felt cold and his whole body shivered.

This... the descriptions of hell in those ancient books... what is under the eighteenth level of hell?

I feel like the eighteen levels of hell can no longer accommodate my sins!

……

Above Wenzhong's military camp,

Pangu Palace stands in the sky, surrounded by tens of billions of wizards.

"Brother, what's wrong?"The ancestor of water, Wu Gonggong, asked in confusion.

"Ignore it, it’s just a reptile that overestimates its capabilities!"Di Jiang sneered and shook his head.

"You and Zhu Rong call the ten little guys back. After all, they are biological fathers, and all living beings in the wild are still watching!"

"oh!"Gonggong nodded and stretched out his hand...

Above the sky, ten big hands made of water suddenly appeared, holding the necks of the ten golden crows who were shouting and flew back.

"Grandpa Gonggong, don’t hold me back, I want revenge!"

"Let me go!"

"We are the pioneers of the Witch Clan in fighting demons, and were sealed by Grandpa Zhu Rong himself!"

Jinwu Xiaoliu was still struggling and shouting, but he saw another stream of water outside the ten streams of water, forming a big hand that covered the sky. With a flick,

"ah! I'm going back, don't play with my little bird!"

Soon, ten little Golden Crows were pulled into Pangu Hall.

At this moment, in Pangu Hall, in addition to the twelve ancestral witches, there were also Wen Zhong and other people who were paying homage to a group of ancestral witches.

"Yes, yes, Master Daoxuan’s disciples are indeed all talented and beautiful!"A group of ancestral wizards looked at Wen Zhong and other fourth-generation Qingyang disciples, and couldn't help but sigh.

While sighing, most of them were subconsciously touching their thighs...

As if they were suddenly returned to the ancient times, questioning themselves When Daoxuan was a real person, when he was being taught a lesson by his little sister Houtu... how could it be such a painful word?

"Dare I ask if Senior Di Jiang knows our master?"Shi Ji looked at Di Jiang excitedly.

This... this question immediately stopped Di Jiang.

He touched his nose awkwardly.

There are juniors in front of him. It can't be said that I was teased by my younger sister after I mocked your master. Is your leg broken?

PS:Yes, that’s right, everyone, it’s me, I don’t have a ghostwriter...

It’s the end of the month, and the Shanchacha you are familiar with is here to make up for the monthly draft again...

Don’t hit me...