Uncle Wei was a very honest man, and he actually cupped his hands in agreement.

The evil body coughed dryly and nodded in submission.

Only Tiezhu was the bravest. He squinted his eyes and glared at Jiang Chen from above. He snorted, "Dad, things are different now. I hope you'll pay attention to the tone of your voice!"

It is obvious that the confidence brought by strength has made this silly dragon feel proud.

But Jiang Chen's light words brought him back to the bottom.

"Alright, you dare to talk to your dad like that? You're not allowed to watch cartoons for six months when you go back."

"Ah..." Tiezhu couldn't hold it back any longer, but in front of outsiders, he still chose to be tough: "I won't look at it!"

Just as he finished speaking, he suddenly jumped up and landed in front of Jiang Chen, tilted his broad back and said coldly.

"Even if you don't let me watch cartoons or give me a membership, how could I, Tiezhu, be so ungrateful as to leave an elderly, lonely person like you in such a dangerous cemetery?"

"Hmph, come up!"

Jiang Chen walked up with a smile.

Tiezhu seemed to be muttering a few words intentionally or unintentionally, such as "put yourself in others' shoes", "there is no overnight hatred between father and son", "a gentleman is good at forgiving others, while a villain likes to hold grudges".

Uncle Wei tried his best to suppress his laughter, his beard shaking as he watched the scene of "I will never apologize to you, I just accidentally slipped and knelt in front of you".

Next, Jiang Chen dealt with two more harvests.

Of course, nothing that comes out of the half-red tomb is simple.

After examining the yellowed notebook, Grandpa Wei confirmed that this was what Blood Rakshasa had spent his entire life studying. Moreover, it was not created by him, and its origin was so ancient that it could not be traced.

"A ghost becomes a mortal, then a human, then a god!"

Uncle Wei said these words after reading it over and over again. He explained the horror of it, and the three of them couldn't help but stare.

Because according to this reasoning, the Blood Rakshasa is actually a ghost that has successfully "resurrected".

The reason why he never showed his true face to anyone and wore an ancient armor that looked like a Rakshasa all his life was because after he took the first step, he became a monster made of blood and lost his human form.

This is outrageous.

Because from ancient times to the present, no matter how glorious the era, it has never been heard that ghosts can own machines.

The real undead spirits are called spirits.

This is a completely new and unique creation of the power of death.

Uncle Wei's eyes lit up as he read, and he was deeply absorbed in it, almost unable to extricate himself. He said that if he studied the notes thoroughly, he might be able to risk his life in the near future to see if he could become the strongest in the Dharma-Ending Age.

One reason why he has such confidence is that this notebook is indeed profound.

On the other hand, after swallowing the two black spirit leaves, his physical body had already reached the strongest level, which meant that the difficulty of breaking through was reduced by one third.

Jiang Chen immediately gave a thumbs up and praised Uncle Wei profusely. His words were sincere and his choice of words was elegant, and his flattery was refreshing and refined, one after another.

What the leader of the Death Sect, what the world's number one ghost cultivator, what a genius monster that appears once in five hundred years, the one who carries a great destiny...

Anyone who hears these titles will feel a little light-headed.

Uncle Wei was no exception. He waved his hands and said "No, no" and "It's over, it's over" while slowly straightening his old back, becoming more and more energetic.

But slowly, the taste of Jiang Chen's words changed.

When hearing words like "the first king of Jiuzhou", "replace Samsara", "the Netherworld Alliance will seize power in the blink of an eye", etc., Uncle Wei was startled and quickly covered Jiang Chen's mouth tightly, and contributed a large amount of ghost energy.