Chapter 439 Director Yan, we would like to invite you to be the president
Lei Ziming looked at the talisman on his body with a look of disdain on his face.
He is now a demon. Does Fu Yang think that any talisman can have any effect on him?
But the next second, Lei Ziming was shocked again.
Fu Yang: "How did your master die?"
Lei Ziming made up his mind not to speak.
But he heard himself opening his mouth uncontrollably and telling everything that happened that year in detail.
"Yes, back then, Master was invited by a friend to come here to deal with a problem. He discovered that a hole had suddenly appeared here and was emitting demonic energy. The surrounding grass and trees began to wither and turn yellow. I had been implanted with the demon seed not long ago and couldn't control myself well. Under the stimulation of the demonic energy, I was transformed into a demon."
"My master discovered my identity, but he didn't want to kill me at first. Instead, he wanted to help me. He asked me how I became like this, but I knew I couldn't go back."
"At that time, this cave was overflowing with demonic energy. I told my master that I knew a secret method. If he wanted, he could use his body to block the overflow of the demonic energy, but the price would be his death."
Wu Zhen gritted his teeth when he heard this.
"Master, he listened to you and did as you said!"
Lei Ziming laughed out loud.
"Yes, he listened to me. After all, the master was so righteous, so he did as I told him. Of course, I was a good disciple, and I didn't lie to him. After he died, the evil spirit disappeared."
"Before my master died, he left all his things to me. He told me to give you the president's token so that you can inherit his position as president."
Wuzhen couldn't help crying.
"Master is so good to you, why do you treat him like this?!"
Lei Ziming: "How did I treat him? I just helped Master to fulfill his duty. I didn't kill him myself."
Then he looked at Fu Yang and asked viciously, "Ever since the fall of the demon-slayer family a thousand years ago, almost no one knows about the existence of the demon clan. Who are you? Why do you know so much about it?! Tell me, are you some old monster?"
"You borrowed this young body to live again, right? Teach me the method, and I will give you whatever you want."
Fu Yang was angry!
She is a legitimate and upright fairy from the world of immortal cultivation, yet Lei Ziming dares to call her an old monster!
She picked up a stick and hit Lei Ziming on the head.
Lei Ziming felt his head buzzing.
Fu Yang asked, "How was your demon seed planted? Where did you get the Reverse Luck Bottle and the Blood Moth?"
Under the effect of the mantra talisman, Lei Ziming offered no resistance at all. However, when he was about to speak, his face suddenly showed pain, and he screamed and roared, and died a moment later.
Wu Zhen asked in confusion, "Director Yan, what happened to him?"
Fu Yang: "He was restricted. Once the restriction was triggered, he's dead."
"It seems that if we want to trace the source of the Reverse Luck Bottle, we can only look for clues from Qi Sihan."
Fu Yang turned and asked Qi Lin.
"Is Qi Sihan still alive?"
Qi Lin looked hesitant.
"Maybe not very alive."
According to the latest news he received, Qi Sihan had been knocked down by a lion on the African savannah.
"Do you want to save him again?"
Fu Yang's mouth twitched.
"No."
Qi Lin added, "Don't worry, Xiao Yang. I've already sent someone to investigate Qi Sihan's whereabouts. I think we'll soon be able to find out where he got the Reverse Luck Bottle."
Fu Yang nodded.
"good."
Wuzhen and Wuxu were holding back their grief at this time, thinking about how to collect their master's remains in a decent manner and bring him back to the port city for burial.
Fu Yang took back the immortal rope, drew out the strange fire, and burned Lei Ziming to ashes.
The man following Liu Ban felt that he had broadened his horizons.
The one who was burned by the fire, was he a human or a monster? Should he call the police?
However, seeing that everyone else seemed to be used to it, he decided not to intervene. This was probably not something that an ordinary police officer could be responsible for.
Then he looked hesitantly at the sad Wuzhen and Wuxu standing beside him. The two Taoist priests looked very sad. Would they still care about the problem of his ancestral grave?
Fu Yang walked out of the cave, looked at the man's ancestral grave, and then said:
"It's okay. There's no problem with your ancestral tomb. The reason your grandfather said it was cold and crowded was probably because of this cave and Master Wuzhen. The cave is cold and dark, and it's been invaded by demonic energy. Plus, the remains of your two fellow Taoist masters are right next to your ancestral tomb, so you had this dream."
The man nodded in understanding, then became a little confused.
"Then why did I dream about it now, but not before?"
Fu Yang: "It's not that easy to send a message in a dream down there. Think about how long it's been since you burned paper for your grandfather. I don't know how long it took your grandfather to save up enough money to send a message in your dream."
The man looked ashamed.
Before this, he didn't really believe in these things. Not to mention his grandfather, he never burned paper after his father died.
"I'll go buy some paper right away. Is that 100 million worth of paper money okay?"
Fu Yang shook his head.
"No, that kind of paper won't be recognized by the people below. Even if you burn it, it will just be waste paper. If you want to burn it, use the yellow paper money with holes in it. That kind is universal among the people below, but it's not worth much, so you should burn more."
"There are also gold ingots made of tinfoil, which are a bit more valuable than yellow paper money. The most valuable are gold ingots made of gold foil, but you can't usually buy the real ones on the market. You can just buy yellow paper money and tinfoil."
The man took note carefully.
"I will burn paper for my ancestors every year."
Fu Yang then looked at Wu Zhen and Wu Xu. The two had already buried their master's remains and walked out of the cave.
"Director Yan, thank you so much for today. Otherwise, we might really have to go downstairs to accompany Master."
Fu Yang handed the token representing the president of the Hong Kong Feng Shui Association to Wu Zhen.
"This was originally left to you by your master. Take it back to Hong Kong City. Manage the Feng Shui Association well and don't let another Lei Ziming appear."
Wuzhen and Wuxu looked at each other and then shook their heads.
"Director Yan, we want to give this token to you."
Fu Yang was a little surprised.
"What do you want me to do with it?"
Wu Zhen said seriously, "Director Yan, I would like to invite you to be our new president!"
Although they, the brothers, had only met Fu Yang not long ago, they had already witnessed Fu Yang's abilities in just a short time. Her knowledge and methods were much better than theirs.
The two brothers felt that their Feng Shui Association was in urgent need of a truly capable person to lead it.
As Liu Ban listened, he began to get anxious.
"Huh? What! You guys want to compete with us for the position of Director?!"
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
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