Could it be that I'm really a heavenly master who knows lightning techniques?
Zhang Lingyu was a little confused and began to doubt himself.
However, this spell was clearly made up by him. He had used it many times to scare people before. Why did it work today?
But…
Luck?
Coincidence?
Impossible!
This bolt of lightning struck directly after he finished chanting the curse. It passed through the hearse and was clearly a divine bolt of lightning.
Could it be that there were other experts deliberately playing with him?
At this moment, Lu Ruotong's live broadcast room suddenly became lively. The screen was filled with gifts.
" Ten planes are in position."
"Ditto."
"I'll charge a hundred thousand immediately.”
"What should I say? The expressions of the extras are really on point. The way the Taoist Master fills the cup really looks like that.”
"If he wasn't so young, just his bearing and calmness would have made him a heavenly teacher.”
"That divine lightning doesn't seem to be a special effect. Just now, when I saw it at such a close distance, my heart stirred. It's clearly different from ordinary lightning.”
"How did the host's acting skills improve so much? Her face looks like she has nothing to live for. Tsk tsk, amazing.”
Lu Ruotong had learned her lesson and hid in a corner, not daring to say a word.
She had seen many masters and heavenly masters, but this was the first time she had seen someone kick a woman. Moreover, it was a heavenly master who could control lightning.
Zhang Lingyu, who was at the bottom of the list with two coincidental lightning strikes, was emboldened.
A plan to stall for time appeared in his mind.
"Did you believe me when I said I wasn't a Taoist master?”
The group of ghosts thought that Zhang Lingyu was going to settle the score with them. They quickly shook their heads to show that they absolutely believed in the Taoist Master.
They even began to point fingers at each other and talk nonsense.
To put on a show full of nonsense.
"Hmm?"
Zhang Lingyu's voice was filled with dissatisfaction and anger.
The ghosts were stunned.
What's going on? Are we wrong to deny it?
This heavenly master was so difficult to please. They all knelt down and kowtowed to admit their mistakes.
If he couldn't shake his head, he could kowtow now.
"Yes, I can teach you."
"A heavenly master naturally has to collect ghosts.”
"Since I'm not a heavenly master, then I don't have to attack you, right?”
When the ghosts heard this, their eyes lit up.
The heavenly master was merciful.
So that was what happened. He kowtowed even more diligently.
Zhang Lingyu didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that these ghosts were no longer as vicious as before. Instead, they seemed to have become more spiritual.
What was going on? Could it be that the two bolts of heavenly lightning could give the ghosts spiritual intelligence?
However, this was not something he needed to consider. All he could think about was whether the Supernatural Department really existed.
But thinking was just thinking. He couldn't possibly be as silly as Lu Ruotong and ask.
The show had to continue.
Zhang Lingyu slowly bent down and picked up the sack with the hand holding the mahogany sword and the Bagua mirror with the other hand.
He waved the Eight Trigrams Mirror around and looked at himself to see if his expression was abnormal. Then, he took pictures of the ghosts.
The faint golden light reflected from it made the ghosts feel uncomfortable.
It was a real magic tool!
This was a f * cking big shot!
How dare we suspect him just now!
Zhang Lingyu saw that he had laid the foundation and began to speak to the group of ghosts in a relaxed and slow tone.
"I'm so handsome. It's normal for me to carry an Eight Trigrams Mirror with me to tidy up my appearance, right?”
The group of ghosts did not dare to refute and nodded.
She looked like a big shot who said yes, and for some reason, she looked a little cute.
Zhang Lingyu nodded in satisfaction.
He stuffed the Eight Trigrams Mirror into the sack and pulled out the peach wood sword that was in his hand.
"Then I like to maintain my health. It's not too much to carry a peach wood sword with me to practice the Taiji sword, right?”
hiss ~
This was too much!
Full of nonsense!
However, the thick Spirit Severing aura emanating from the peach wood sword, as well as the divine might of the two lightning-controlling strikes just now…
They did not dare to move and could only nod.
You're a heavenly master. Whatever you say is right as long as you let us live.
Soon after.
Three Clear Bells.
A heart-piercing awl.
Ghost Crippling Stick.
Tiangang Thunder Fire Talisman.
Zhang Lingyu slowly put the magic tools and yellow talismans back into the sack.
Just when the ghosts thought that Zhang Lingyu would continue to negotiate with them, they were shocked.
He even treated them as farts and let them go.
Then, they immediately agreed and promised to be honest and escape the sea of suffering.
Zhang Lingyu fished out the mahogany sword from the sack and said with a mysterious tone.
"Do you really think that I will let you off after disrespecting me?”
Zhang Lingyu wanted to give himself a slap.
They were about to stabilize the situation, and then humans and ghosts could coexist harmoniously. When the bus stopped at the station and got off, everyone would live in peace.
Then, he would successfully escape and settle the score with that female streamer!
In the end, he couldn't control his scamming attribute and added more scenes to himself!
The difficulty of escaping increased exponentially.
What kind of sin did I commit? Who's going to control this stinky mouth of mine?
Seeing the group of ghosts, because of his words.
They wanted to fight to the death and fight for their lives. They bared their fangs and brandished their claws as they surrounded them.
Zhang Lingyu had no choice but to recite his self-created thunder curse again.
But this time…
"Nine Heavens Clouds Move ~"
"Divine Lightning ~"
"Exorcism Heavenly Might ~"
"Edict Sword Guide ~"
"Thunder!"
There was no movement.
"Thunder!"
Zhang Lingyu brandished his peach wood sword with all his might.
"Thunder!"
Three consecutive sounds.
The sky was still calm and peaceful, and even the drizzle had stopped.
Kid, the spell is not working!
Seeing this, how could the ghosts be afraid?
The cold midnight wind was blowing, and the bus stop continued to move.
The dead souls looked at the helpless Zhang Lingyu.
"Hehehe…"
I didn't say what I should say. After I finished this chapter, I looked at the comments backstage. I felt that I had lost my motivation. I went to take an afternoon nap. I'll start performing when I wake up.
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