Chapter 369: What are the names of all the ghosts you’ve killed
Meng Fan had long anticipated the appearance of Archmage Zimu.
But he hadn't expected him to show up at this time and actually force the ghost car to stop!
The timing could not be described as bad!
At this time to make a move, Meng Fan had too many concerns, whereas Archmage Zimu did not, the timing was perfect, and he alone had it all.
"Mori Li, take Lin Jing to the back of the car, whatever happens outside, don't come out!"
The aura on Meng Fan's body had already reached its peak, and immediately afterward, he was about to rush out of the ghost car, but he suddenly realized that things weren't quite right …… Archmage Zimu looked haggard and looked like a frosted eggplant, and there wasn't the slightest bit of battle spirit on his body, and after forcing a stop to the ghost car, he stood with his head hanging down in front of the ghost car, frequently glancing behind him into the thick fog.
At this time, another figure from the fog swaggered out, stood to the side of the Zimu Archmage, Meng Fan shocked found that the body of the Zimu Archmage even trembled a little, very scared look.
And this new figure that came out, which Meng Fan had also seen, was actually – the bald monk!
When capturing the Corpse Demon, the Bald Monk came out of nowhere and crumbled the Corpse Demon's physical body with a single finger in the air, which could be described as a shocking tactic, and even with Meng Fan's current cultivation, he couldn't actually see the Bald Monk's realm coming!
Why would the bald monk appear at this time?
It was also with Archmage Zimu!
When Meng Fan was puzzled, the bald monk patted Archmage Zimu and grinned, "Aiya, your brain is really smart, this car is good, a bit like the Five Ghosts Carrying Sedan chair, walk, get on!"
Archmage Zimu glanced at Meng Fan inside the car and, crying, walked over to the car door, peeled it open, and led the bald monk into the car.
Meng Fan retreated to the back of the car and waited to see what would happen.
The Zimu Grand Master and the bald monk settled down in the front, during which the Zimu Grand Master also took offense and threw a ghost aside, only to be rewarded with a chiseled chestnut from the bald monk: "How many times have I told you to treat ghosts and spirits with etiquette, and if you're a ghost, and I'm throwing you around like this, how do you feel? You tell me, how do you feel?"
The bald monk chattered on and on, the Zimu Archmage wanted to cry, what surprised Meng Fan was that the Zimu Archmage even made a look of review, "I …… don't feel too good, because I wasn't treated with respect, and it's not right for me to do that."
"Not right to do?" The bald monk said at length.
"One has to apologize to the person."
"Very well, then hurry up and make up for your faults, heaven's way of reincarnation, karma, apologizing late, maybe you'll become a ghost after a while."
"Good."
Out of Meng Fan's expectation, Archmage Zimu actually walked over to that ghost, helped the ghost up, and then bowed, "I'm sorry, I was wrong just now, please accept my sincere apology."
The ghost was trembling with fear, not daring to speak, Archmage Zimu glanced at the bald monk and saw that the bald monk was looking at himself with anticipation, so he had to bend his back a little deeper and spoke again, this time looking even more sincere.
"I …… accept your apology." The ghost said.
"Thank you, I really appreciate it." Archmage Zimu let out a long sigh of relief, before sitting back in his seat with a face full of aggression, looking at Meng Fan with his jaw dropped!
How did the imposing and unbeatable Archmage Zimu become this appearance?
And that bald monk wasn't quite right either, and when he first met him, his temperament and style were very different, he had become a bit neurotic, I don't know what had happened to him.
"Master, is there nothing wrong?" Mori Li looked at Meng Fan with a wary expression.
"Nothing seems to be wrong for the time being." Meng Fan put away his Tang Blade and sat down, but his eyes still did not leave Archmage Zimu and the bald monk.
The scene that had just occurred had really baffled him, and he was tempted to want to go ask Archmage Zimu at this point what the hell was going on.
Just as Meng Fan was falling into a five-mile cloud, the bald monk grinned, fished out a package from his body, rummaged around, and took out a fruit sword, waving it in front of Archmage Zimu's eyes.
"This sword is a sword that has killed a hundred ghosts, as long as you slightly store up your sword intent, when you cast it, it will turn into a stunning sword, thousands of miles away, and take someone's head ……"
Hear the bald monk these words, Meng Fan spirit is a shock, always feel that this is too familiar, a little thought, finally remembered, a few days ago in the Tiger Yang Guan when the Pure Brightness School had to ornamental heavy treasure, the result of being struck by lightning in the Shen Tulong came up with a sword, said it was from the hands of a bald monk to buy, but also said something like that ……
"Could it be that the bald monk that …… Shen Tu Long said is the bald monk in front of us?"
"This bald monk is actually a seller of counterfeit goods? What wouldn't it be good for him to do something with his cultivation? It's too strange!"
While Meng Fan was thinking this, Archmage Zimu was tearless, looking at the bald monk, he said with a sobbing voice, "Your old man spare me, I'm not too old, I've already bought quite a few things from you, I really don't have any money on me now!"
As Archmage Zimu said that, suddenly his body shook and he looked at Meng Fan, his eyes did not have hatred in them but carried endless joy, pointing at Meng Fan he said excitedly, "He, he has money, he also likes to collect these magical treasures, you quickly sell them to him!"
The ghost car was traveling in the thick fog, bringing up gusts of gloomy wind, Blackbeard followed the limousine in his limousine with trepidation, not knowing what was happening in the car.
At this time, under the seduction of Archmage Zimu, the bald monk finally looked at Meng Fan and moved his mouth, "Huh, this young man is so familiar ……"
Then, it wanted Meng Fan to walk over.
Meng Fan was stunned, before he had time to think about it, the bald monk had already arrived in front of Meng Fan: "Young man, we are destined to be together, as soon as I saw you, I felt especially kind, I have a sword here, a sword that has killed a hundred ghosts, as long as you store up your sword intent a little bit, and when you cast it, you will …… "
The bald monk bragged to himself, then took a deep breath, "As long as you come up with ten thousand dollars, this sword I will cut you off."
Saying that, he also made a squirming gesture of a million dollars, and handed the fruit knife to Meng Fan's body.
Meng Fan froze and glanced at Archmage Zimu, realizing that a heartfelt smile hung on his face!
"Elder, I have the sword as well, so I won't buy it." Meng Fan glanced at the so-called precious sword, which was just a fruit knife that would definitely be more than five dollars if bought at a stall.
"Really?" The bald monk touched his bald head, "Executed a hundred ghosts?"
"Executed, only more or less." Meng Fan nodded.
The bald monk came up to Meng Fan's eyes and asked suddenly, "What are the names of the ghosts …… you killed?"