Upon hearing Chen Wei's words, Zhao Youliang immediately replied.
"Don't worry, brother, everything is arranged."
"Before we came, I asked Brother Xiong to tell Brother Huang's family about the situation at the shop. Brother Huang's family replied that they would send someone to help keep things quiet for the night."
"That's good, that's good." Chen Wei nodded repeatedly.
"If the stuff in your shop starts acting up, it'll be even more ferocious than that zombie from yesterday!"
Zhao Youliang believed Chen Wei's words without a doubt.
Because the filthy thing went there the night he stuffed "stinky money" under the doll's feet, but in the end it was chased away by the paper doll.
Although it is uncertain whether the body is the one from which the murder took place.
As he pondered, Zhao Youliang thought of another question: It seems that Brother Huang's family must be very powerful!
Putting everything else aside, the fact that he can keep his own paper-making shop in check is something no one else can match.
At least among the people Zhao Youliang knew, no one dared to enter the shop, let alone suppress them for a whole night.
......
I don't know what happened on the road ahead, but the traffic jam continued until late at night.
Fortunately, Xiao Li had instant noodles and bottled water in his car, so the three of them didn't go hungry.
As midnight approached, Zhao Youliang's thoughts drifted back to the paper-making shop: He hoped nothing unexpected had happened... He believed in Brother Huang's family!
The paper-making shop was much warmer and more harmonious than Zhao Youliang had imagined.
Two figures appeared without warning in front of the door:
One of the elderly men, wearing a fur coat and with a long pipe in his mouth, was the elder from the Huang family who had come a few days earlier and given Zhao Youliang the map.
His true identity is Huang Zuo, the current head of the Huang family.
The figure standing next to Huang Zuo was dressed in white robes with white hair, his clothes fluttering in the evening breeze, as if he were a banished immortal descending to earth.
A golden folding fan floated behind his head, and his face was full of gentle smiles.
Anyone who sees this person will exclaim from the bottom of their heart: "What a fine gentleman, like jade among men, unparalleled in the world!"
He was Chang Huaiyuan, the current patriarch of the Chang family, one of the five great shamanic masters, and the master of Wanlong Mountain.
Looking at the paper-making shop in front of him, Chang Huaiyuan smiled helplessly.
"Brother Huang Zuo certainly has a refined taste, actually inviting me here for drinks."
"Was the owner of this place notified beforehand?"
Huang Zuo laughed and casually pushed open the door of the paper-making shop.
"Brother Huaiyuan, you're still so polite."
"Why would we need to notify you when we two old brothers are coming? Just come in."
The sudden appearance of the "uninvited guest" naturally woke up the big yellow dog who was sleeping in its bed.
The big yellow dog suddenly rushed out, about to bare its teeth and teach the person a lesson, but immediately cowered when it saw who it was.
The dog's face was full of fawning. It tucked its tail between its legs and knelt down on the ground with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly to Huang Zuo and Chang Huaiyuan.
It made a loud banging sound.
Their devout and respectful demeanor would impress even the most dutiful sons and grandsons, who would exclaim that they were experts.
Huang Zuo has a humorous personality, and he couldn't help but burst into laughter when he saw the big yellow dog's actions.
"I didn't realize you were such a sensible person."
"Alright, alright, go to sleep and don't worry about us."
"We have others to take care of us."
With a flick of his sleeve, he gently carried the big yellow dog back to its kennel.
Even so, the big yellow dog continued to kowtow in the same position.
It's like an addiction; I just can't stop...
Huang Zuo was helpless about the big yellow dog's politeness and could only let it do as it pleased.
Just as I was about to step into the paper-making shop, a gray line, about the thickness of a baby's arm, suddenly appeared on the ground.
This is precisely the life-or-death line that was repeatedly blocked by the paper figure in the previous text.
Huang Zuo sighed and slowly shook his head: "The line between life and death separates the living and the dead; one step across it is like a knife in one's heart... Alas, they are pitiful people too."
Chang Huaiyuan nodded gently upon hearing this: "As the Buddhists say, all sentient beings suffer."
"If we had not received your mercy, we would be just another one of the masses, struggling in the sea of suffering."
Upon hearing the Chang family patriarch mention "sir," Huang Zuo immediately abandoned his nonchalant attitude and bowed to the sky with Chang Huaiyuan.
After bowing, the two heads of the family crossed the line between life and death, a line that terrifies countless cultivators, as if walking on flat ground.
Huang Zuo smiled and said to the backyard of the paper-making shop, "Alright, now that we're here, you can come over too."
"Is the food and wine all prepared?"
"Ready, ready a long time ago!"
As they were talking, Xiong Ba and the evil immortals busied themselves, quickly bringing out the prepared banquet.
The dining table was placed directly in front of the two terrifying dolls.
After finishing their busy work, all the "immortals" kowtowed and paid their respects to Huang Zuo and Chang Huaiyuan, led by Xiong Ba.
"The Wild Beast greets the two clan heads. May the clan heads enjoy eternal bliss."
Chang Huaiyuan, a peerless young master, disliked nothing more than others kneeling before him.
Therefore, he immediately waved his hand gently, lifting up all of Xiong Ba and the others.
"No need to be polite, please make yourselves at home."
Just then, a listless Chang Jie floated out from the backyard and went straight into Chang Huaiyuan's arms.
He opened his mouth as usual, but this time he added two more words: "Uncle, my parents are both dragons, but I am a maggot. There is no justice in this."
Chang Huaiyuan gently stroked Chang Jie, his face full of affection.
"Uncle knows you're upset, my dear child."
"Cultivate yourself diligently, and one day you will rise with the wind and soar to great heights."
"That's what my uncle said!"
It's unclear whether Chang Jie understood or not, but after Chang Huaiyuan finished speaking, he took flight and floated towards the backyard.
"My parents are dragons, but I'm just a maggot. There's no justice in this..."
Looking at the pitiful Chang Jie, Chang Huaiyuan felt nothing but heartache and helplessness.
At the same time, Huang Zuo spoke up: "Brother Huaiyuan, is Chang Jie still not getting better?"
"Hmm." Chang Huaiyuan nodded gently: "A fine sword is forged through tempering, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold."
"I believe this child will one day be free from suffering."
The seemingly ordinary conversation between Huang Zuo, Chang Huaiyuan, and Chang Jie sounded like a thunderclap to Xiong Ba and the others.
Although they knew that Chang Jie was a direct descendant of the Chang family, they never expected that he was actually the nephew of the master of Wanlong Mountain!
Such a status is akin to that of a crown prince in the entire cultivation world of the Northern Kingdom!
It seems we need to be even more respectful to this strange egg and to Young Master Chang Jie in the future, and absolutely cannot be impolite in any way.
Otherwise, the wrath of the Northern Blood Dragon is not something an ordinary person can withstand.
Let alone ordinary people, even a hundred-year-old ghost or a thousand-year-old ghost king is no match!
Don't be fooled by the fact that the owner of Wanlong Mountain is gentle and refined, like a scholar.
In reality, he is the master of slaughter, the true master of slaughter!
The reputation of "Moonlight over a mountain of corpses, blood sea churning like a dragon" is not just empty words, but something this guy earned by punching and killing his way through!
The last person who dared to doubt the murderous nature of the Master of Wanlong Mountain has been reincarnated for many years now...
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