Lin Lang touched his chin, then stood up and jumped, saying, "No limbs are broken."

He went to the table again, poured a cup of tea and drank it in one gulp.

"I didn't choke to death from the water."

Lin Lang looked at Lei Zhenzi with suspicion and said, "Lei Daoist Fellow, you are not sure!"

Lei Zhenzi's mouth twitched. This kid was not even afraid of the bad luck of condensing dragon energy. His luck was so strong. No wonder he had such cultivation at such a young age.

…

After Lin Lang left, Mao Xiaofang poured Lei Zhenzi a glass of water and said, "Master, is Brother Lin really okay?"

Lei Zhenzi rolled his eyes at Mao Xiaofang and said, "Master, let me be frank. This kid has incredible luck. If he wants to rebel, no one in the world can stop him!"

Mao Xiaofang was silent, then said, "Master, isn't it too harsh a punishment to expel my brother from the sect?"

Lei Zhenzi's expression suddenly darkened, and he said, "Lei Gang has evil intentions and is extremely jealous.

If we don't drive him out of Gantian Town, I'm afraid he will harm the people of Gantian Town!"

…

Lin Lang stayed in Gantian Town for another two days and then asked to leave.

After staying in Fuxi Hall and eating and drinking for free, he suddenly felt like he was in the Lin family.

He took the little zombie with him and prepared to go to Jiuquan Town to look for Lin Fengjiao.

Enough of the fun, it’s time to complete the chicken-eating mission.

He walked all the way and within a day, he arrived at the intersection of Jiuquan Town with the little zombie in his arms.

"Amen, sir, the little guy in your hand is a zombie!"

Lin Lang turned around and saw several foreign priests pulling a carriage towards him.