, Spirit Walker

Like sweets and comics? Are you kidding me? If I'm wrong, I'll be killed by the Marshal's sword.

Zhang Yuanqing thought about it and immediately downloaded many cute cartoon characters, from the yellow Mickey Mouse in the early years to the recently popular Melon King.

In between are "little girl", "anthropomorphic image of blood cells", "stray black cat" and so on.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he chose to send.

Don’t draw or say anything, just post pictures directly, this is a popular way of socializing nowadays.

The Marshal would not associate these pictures with the idea that Yuanshi Tianzun actually thought that comics were something only children loved.

No matter how powerful the scout is, he can’t see into your heart through the screen.

After the picture was sent, Zhang Yuanqing waited and waited. After about a few minutes, he heard the sound of "ding dong" in the snow.

Check the information quickly.

Marshal: What's up? There are quite a lot of emoticons.

Zhang Yuanqing was delighted. The fact that he could tell you the second half of the sentence showed that the Marshal was in a good mood. It would have been terrible if he had just said "something happened" in a cold voice.

He quickly considered and worded his thoughts.

The Marshal really likes to bow down and kowtow. The Fu family siblings are the same. But you can't kowtow over the phone, and the effect is greatly reduced. Comics and sweets are definitely not okay.

As his thoughts turned, he finished his words and sent the message.

Yuanshi Tianzun: I haven't seen Marshal for many days. Your celestial figure that day is like the sword light that cuts off the long river of fate before my eyes, which is engraved in my heart, and the clear sword sound like a dragon's roar lingers in my ears.

Yuanshi Tianzun: When I encountered some setbacks, I was so spineless that I thought of you, only to find that you have become my greatest support and the most solid reliance in my heart. Ah, I am not asking you for anything, but I am ashamed of my momentary thought. People say that I am a peerless genius and a potential leader, but they don’t know that I am not even one-ten-thousandth as good as you.

After posting two long articles, he added an innocent emoticon of an electric mouse.

What she said was a bit exaggerated. With the Marshal's wisdom, he could probably see that he wanted to ask her for help. Normally, it would be easier to establish her favor by being serious and sincere. But if he wanted to ask her for help frequently in the future, he would have to be exaggerated. The more exaggerated, the better, Zhang Yuanqing thought.

If you ask for help sincerely and seriously, Fu Qingxuan will definitely agree for Fu Qingyang's sake. But you can't ask for help sincerely again and again, as this will make the marshal feel that he is being fleeced and that Yuanshi Tianzun is too nosy.

But if you use this kind of exaggerated licking method, the situation will be different. You provide her with emotional value, and she will feel that this person licks me so much, and I help him with some easy things, and I am simply being fleeced.

He is a bootlicker who only asks for assistance and alms.

It doesn’t matter once, twice, three times.

Fu Qingyang helped him again and again because Yuanshi Tianzun was my lackey. He flattered me so much, I had a responsibility to him. If I couldn't help him, all the heroes in the world would laugh at me, Fu Qingyang, for not being able to protect his lackeys. Who would want to follow me in the future?

My Master Qian also said that this is a matter of face.

Marshal: Stop talking nonsense and tell me what happened!

You will like this kind of nonsense in the future, Zhang Yuanqing typed the message.

Yuanshi Tianzun: It’s like this, I was in Bagui Province, and I was tasked with handling a problem involving stolen money and a conflict with the Qinghe Tribe.

He told Fu Qingxuan in detail how he wiped out the Linghui stronghold.

Marshal: It's simple. I'll send an email to the Qinghe branch and tell them that you are my man and you are doing things for me. They won't make things difficult for you anymore.

Yuanshi Tianzun: What if there are more difficulties?

Marshal: I can take people's heads with my flying sword.

Yuanshi Tianzun: You are electricity, you are light, you are the only myth!

Zhang Yuanqing exited the chat software contentedly, looked at the three beauties on the left, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "It's settled. The Qinghe branch dare not trouble me again."

Xie Lingxi, who had originally looked worried, smiled and said, "Did you ask Fu Qingyang for help? No, there are strong men comparable to demigods in the Qinghe branch. No matter how powerful Mr. Qian is, the Qinghe clan won't buy into it. Even the elders of the Qinghe clan may not buy into it.

Her family has a demigod ancestor, and she knows very well how terrifying such a force is.

Zhang Yuanqing raised his lips and said, "I sent a message directly to the Marshal. She owes me a favor and appreciates me very much. She thinks I am more talented than the Demon Lord and more likely to become a demigod."

"Among the young generation of the world, if anyone can be promoted to a demigod, she thinks it will be me, so she is happy to establish a good and stable relationship with me. And the quickest way to establish a good and stable relationship is to show favor to me."

The Queen suddenly realized and said with admiration: "Sir, you have already made the Marshal think so highly of you. I have a good eye."

While Annie admired Mr. Yuanshi's talent and gift, she was secretly worried. The bad relationship between Mr. Yuanshi and the headquarters gave her hope that he would poach her employees, but now that hope has become extremely slim.

How could the person who made the demigod condescend to show favor and make friends with him be bewitched by himself, unless the president himself took action.

On the way back to the hotel, a god called the number of Deputy Minister Poppy's wife.

"Who are you?" A woman's loud voice came from the other end of the phone, speaking Mandarin with a heavy accent. Search for Sanyou Novels and the title of the book on Bing or QQ browser to experience it first every day.

"Sister-in-law, it's the God of Ju Tou You from the branch who came out today with Minister Poppy to do some work." Ju Tou You answered respectfully.

The Qinghe branch is different from other branches. It has no secretaries or assistants, and does not have a complete job system.

Minister Poppy was beaten by the Three Pure Ones and became the stupid son of a landlord. He could only call the minister's wife to report.

"Where's he? Why are you calling?" the woman on the other end asked loudly.

"This is what I am saying," the man with the god in his head swallowed, "something happened to Minister Poppy." He told the woman on the other end of the line what had happened, and then immediately put the phone aside.

The next second, the roar of a middle-aged woman was heard from the loudspeaker: "I don't care who he is or what his identity is, I will kill him, kill him!!!" A god looked up with a bitter smile on his face. Minister Poppy was not an ordinary member of the Qinghe tribe. She was the sister of the current tribe leader of the Qinghe tribe.

Otherwise, how could the powerful position of Deputy Minister of Investigation fall to Minister Poppy? This is a position that manages the clan law, and one must be a master.

Therefore, in the territory of Qinghe branch, if this woman wants someone to die, it is definitely not just an angry remark, she has the strength and foundation to do so.

After the roar, the woman said in a rough voice: "Put him in a safe place. If anything happens to him, you can deal with it together. Wait at the hotel. I will ask Uncle Six to come and deal with that Daozu."

The Sixth Uncle she mentioned was the real boss of the Investigation Department: "Yes, yes!"

There is a God above us, so we have to bow and nod even through the phone.

The woman on the other end of the line hung up.

The car continued to move forward and arrived at the hotel after a few more minutes.

This is one of the few five-star hotels in Nanming City, but it is actually only a four-star hotel. It is a bit far from the Nanming branch. In fact, there are many cheap hotels near the Security Bureau, but Minister Poppy is willing to make do.

After they were willing to submit to the Five Elements Alliance, the Qinghe tribe has become prosperous in recent years. Back then, they were just a group of mud-legged people making a living in the mountains. The spiritual realm travelers in the tribe worked as bodyguards for the big guys, guarding mines, collecting usury, transporting flour, etc. They did all the dirty and tiring work.

In the 1960s, the two major scourges of the Eight Noble Provinces were the Psychic Society and the Qinghe Clan. Later, the Lord of the Central Court suppressed the ancestors of the Qinghe Clan, and the entire tribe submitted to the court. With hundreds of millions of dollars in funding every year, they turned their fortunes around in an instant.

Now that they are used to living a wealthy life, that group of Ergouzi, Zhao Tiezhu and Niu Cuihua have started to care about the pattern and ostentation, and are living the lives of Stephen, Vincent and Musk.

Looking up, a god pushed open the car door and, with the help of snail noodles, helped Minister Poppy into the hotel.

As the elevator went up, Luosifen whispered, "Sanqing Daozu is a senior deacon of Songhai. A big shot of this level will be cherished by the headquarters. Should we notify the Songhai branch?"

Compared to the God Who Raises His Head, whose back had long been bent by the Qinghe branch, this young deacon was more inclined towards the Five Elements Alliance.

"He's just a senior deacon. Compared to the entire Qinghe branch, he's as light as a feather. Besides, this matter has nothing to do with us. We are here to mediate. If mediation fails, what does it have to do with us? What good will it do for us if you get involved? Whether it's the Songhai branch or the Qinghe branch, a fart can kill us." The god looked up at the dull and stupid Poppy and snorted, "Money-hungry! Don't look at these Qinghe people who have stern faces and pretend to be deep. Decades ago, they were all mud-legged and nouveau riche. They were poor as dogs before, so now they are obsessed with money."

"Tsk tsk, one hundred million! That's more than our entire net worth."

The snail noodles are like eyes on the nose and nose on the heart, and I can’t speak anymore.

The two of them got out of the elevator, returned to the room, and left the dull and stupid Minister Poppy on the bed. Just then, the cell phone rang. It was the woman calling.

When he looked up, a flattering smile naturally and habitually appeared on the face of the god: "Sister-in-law, what can I do for you?"

"Send that damned guy back." The woman said coldly

The woman suddenly roared, "Send that damned bastard back to me, now! Do you need me to come pick you up personally, right now! Are you deaf?"

He looked up and saw a god, and trembled with fear: "Yes, yes, I'll be back immediately." He hung up the phone tremblingly, and looked at the snail noodle in confusion.

"No, we won't pursue it anymore?" Snail Noodles heaved a sigh of relief after realizing it belatedly: "It seems that she is not as domineering as you said. She still has some sense. Killing a senior deacon is not something that can be easily dealt with."

"She is not rational. Women are emotional animals. She has been dominating for many years. How can we expect her to weigh the pros and cons?" The god above shook his head. "Something must have happened, something big that could suppress her bad temper."

After saying that, the two looked at each other and suddenly had a bold guess. "That Sanqing Daozu deacon." Snail rice noodle was horrified: "It's right not to get involved."

"That's right." A god raised his head and murmured, "What is the origin of this?"

It was just getting dark.

In an abandoned warehouse in Nanming City, Zhang Yuanqing held a porcelain bowl that exuded a strong yin energy in one hand and a writing brush in the other. His handsome face was filled with solemnity. The tip of the brush wandered on the ground, and a mysterious, twisted, and Taoist-style spiritual seal quickly took shape.

This is a formation for condensing spiritual servants.

He still has two level six Yin corpses and a level six vengeful spirit that has not yet been refined. He had thought that when the power of Taiyin accumulated to a certain level, he could consider refining another Yin corpse.

After careful consideration, I feel that there are too many Yin corpses and too few spirit servants, so the Ghost Bride and Little Fool should be upgraded.

Zhang Yuanqing planned to transform the sixth-level vengeful spirit into nutrients to feed Xiao Doubi and Pa Lan.

Xiao Dou successfully broke through to the Saint level, and Bai Lan, who already had the peak water explosion accuracy of level 4, should be able to break through to the early level 6.

In fact, it would be easier to directly refine the resentful spirits into spirit servants. What we are doing now is just like taking off pants to fart, which is unnecessary.

But Bai Lan and Xiao Dou have already gotten used to it, and now the Ghost Bride can no longer keep up with the pace, and the peak level 4 spirit servant seems to have only the role of cannon fodder.

Bai Lan herself seemed to realize this problem, and gradually stopped calling him husband, silently waiting to be abandoned.

Zhang Yuanqing slapped his head and thought, although the ghost bride can't sleep, I have been in spiritual communication with her for a long time, so should I abandon her?

So I decided to let her devour the sixth-level vengeful spirit.

However, devouring vengeful spirits of a higher level than oneself is tantamount to taking poison, so it is necessary to carve out a spirit seal formation to purify it.

When the last stroke of the spiritual seal came down, the power of Taiyin suddenly flowed through and connected together. Zhang Yuanqing felt a majestic and terrifying force surging in the room.

He immediately waved his hand, and a black and red wooden box flew from the corner and fell into his hand.

Zhang Yuanqing used his power of controlling objects to send it into the formation. Then, he summoned Xiao Doubi and Bai Lan. In the midst of the yin energy, a woman in a bright red wedding dress appeared, holding a round and cute baby.

"Master!" The ghost bride bowed and stood aside respectfully.

Zhang Yuanqing nodded and said with a smile, "My dear, I have prepared a gift for you."