Guide to the Empress becoming a God

Chapter 194 The Ultimate Showdown ([-])

Before Shen Yuyun left, he specifically asked Hua Chang to take care of the affairs of the mansion.

There are many guests in the Mansion today, and Hua Chang did not dare to neglect at all. When the celestial phenomenon came, he took the butler Hao Huai'an, Hong Yuxiu, the caravan team and the guards to patrol all the banquets in the mansion.

After making sure everything was in order, they returned to the main venue of the banquet at Qianqiantang.

After walking to the main entrance, he saw Zhang Fat Mao standing at the entrance, but did not go in to drink with the guests.

Hua Chang laughed and said, "If Zhang Comprador doesn't go in for a drink, what are you standing here looking at? It's windy outside, so be careful not to catch a cold."

Seeing that it was Hua Chang, Zhang Fatmao hurriedly cupped his hands and smiled apologetically: "Yo, the third master is here. Please come inside quickly. I heard that there is a vision from heaven. This kind of thing is rare in a hundred years. I'm here to see a rare thing. I'm going in now." La."

Hua Chang laughed loudly: "It's pitch black and windy and stormy outside, what's so special about it? It's better to go in and have a drink and listen to a show to relax!"

After all, Hua Chang ignored Zhang Sha Mao and walked into the money hall.

As soon as they entered the door, Hong Yuxiu leaned into Hua Chang's ear and said, "Third Master, this person seems to be from Haoyuanlou as well."

The smile on Hua Chang's face remained undiminished, and he still greeted the guests beside him from time to time, but he turned his face away without any trace, and glanced at Zhang Fat Mao who was still outside the door from the corner of his eye.

On the last day of the Douyan Grand Competition, there was a ghost-hating talisman, and he was there at the time. Later, when something happened in the firewood room, he heard Shen Yuyun mention it, and already guessed that the people in Haoyuanlou were not clean.

At this moment when Hong Yuxiu mentioned it, Hua Chang brought a plate of braised pheasant from the banquet table that had not touched the chopsticks, handed it to the little boy who was following him, and rubbed the top of the little boy's head: "Little Bell, go to the door Look at that fat cat."

Little Lingdang took the stewed chicken in oil, showed two small canine teeth in a smile, turned around and ran out of the gate.

At this moment, there was another gust of wind outside. This time, even the money hall made of big stones was shaken violently. The torrential rain poured down from the sky, and the sturdy wooden windows were instantly smashed to pieces. .

The sky seemed to be leaked, and the whole Luwu City was flooded with water in an instant, and the cries for help became a mess.

Looking at the extremely harsh weather outside the window, Hua Chang couldn't help cursing: "It's the cold winter months, how can there be such a heavy rain due to a celestial phenomenon? Could it be some big monster who has been shackled for thousands of years and escaped."

The guests in the Qianqian Hall were also shocked, and they all got up and gathered in the center of the room, watching the frightening rainstorm outside in horror.

Little Bell shrank to the corner of the door with a plate full of fragrant chicken. This place has no windows, no rain, and the ground is still dry.

Little Bell tore off a chicken leg and stuffed it into his little mouth, then raised his eyes to look over at Zhang Fat Mao.

Fat cat Zhang also came in to hide from the rain at the moment, when Little Bell looked at him, Fat cat Zhang happened to look in his direction.

Matching the little bell's dark eyes, Zhang Fat Mao's chubby face squeezed out a meaningful smile.

Little Lingdang also reacted very quickly. Seeing Zhang Fat Mao smiling at him, he also bared his small white teeth covered with chicken, and then continued to chew the chicken in his mouth leisurely.

Zhang Fat Mao stretched out his hands from his fat sleeves, waved to Little Bell, and said with a smile, "Come here, I have candy for you to eat."

Little Bell raised the chicken leg in her hand and shook her head: "I like meat, not sugar."

Seeing that the child refused to come, Fat Cat Zhang glanced at the sky, turned around and walked towards Little Bell.

Seeing Fat Cat Zhang approaching, Little Lingdang froze for a while, then continued to eat the chicken and ignored him.

Walking up to him, Fat Cat Zhang squatted down his fat body, smiled at Little Bell, and said, "Your name is Little Bell, isn't it?"

Little Bell didn't speak, she stuffed her mouth full of meat, and her bright red lips were covered with bright oil.

Zhang Fat Mao didn't care, and still asked with a smile: "Your father told you to come over and stare at me, right?"

Little Lingdang stared at her bright eyes: "Third Master is not my father!"

Seeing that the little guy was annoyed, Zhang Fatmao ignored him, and still coaxed him with a smile: "I'll show you something rare, I'm sure you haven't seen it before." While speaking, he put his hand into his sleeve pocket again.

The child was very curious, and he was staring just now, but when he heard Zhang Fat Mao say that there was something rare, he immediately stretched his neck and looked into his sleeve.

Seeing Little Bell sticking his head over, Zhang Fat Mao's eyes gleamed, and he suddenly pulled out a pitch-black talisman.

When the black talisman saw the wind, it ignited with a "flutter".

Little Bell's eyes widened in horror, staring fixedly at the burning black talisman in front of him, and then he saw an evil and ugly ghost floating out of the burning black talisman.

Little Bell was terrified, and was about to open his mouth to scream, when the black ghost's smoky body swayed in front of Little Bell, and Little Bell stopped moving with his mouth open.

Little Lingdang seemed to have been cast a holding spell, with his mouth open and motionless, his originally dark and bright eyeballs gradually disappeared, leaving only the whites of his eyes.

Zhang Fat Mao let out a "giggle" laugh from his throat, he stood up and turned around, only to see that Hua Chang was already standing behind him.

Hua Chang glanced at Little Bell, whose pupils had completely disappeared, and whose body was stiff, glared at Zhang Fat Mao: "What did you do to the child?"

Zhang Fatmao grinned his thick lips, revealing his inlaid gold teeth: "It's useless to ask the third master." He glanced at Hua Chang's waist, and his smile became more and more smug.

Hua Chang's hand was already on the soul-inducing flute at his waist.

"The third master wants to play the flute again? Unfortunately, you will soon become exactly like your son!" After Zhang Fatmao finished speaking, he waved his hand, and a puff of thick black smoke rose from his body.

The black smoke that was cursing the little bell just turned into a ferocious grimace, suddenly poked its head out from the thick black smoke, and rushed towards Hua Chang opposite with a hideous smile.

This evil ghost looks a bit like the disgusting ghosts summoned by Manlu during the Douyan competition, but it is a hundred times bigger than those little disgusting ghosts, and it can be seen clearly with the naked eye without any help.

Hong Yuxiu, who was standing behind Hua Chang, saw this thing, and exclaimed in shock: "The rot-hating monster!"

As soon as he finished speaking, before he had time to react, the rot-hating demon had already drifted closer, and a cloud of thick black air instantly covered Hong Yuxiu's face.

When Hong Yuxiu and Hua Chang turned around again, they had become as stiff as Little Bell, with only the whites of their eyes left.

The guests were frightened by Hong Yuxiu and Hua Chang, who hated the corruption and suddenly mutated, and fled in all directions.

The anti-corruption demon shouted and laughed strangely, dragging thick black smoke hovering over the entire money hall, but in a short while, the faces of everyone present were covered in thick black smoke.

The black smoke dissipated, leaving only the whites of people's eyes.

Fat Cat Zhang grinned, raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Hearing this voice, all the stiff white-eyed people turned their bodies straight like zombies, and walked towards Zhang Fat Mao with their stiff legs.

Zhang Fatmao walked out of the money hall, followed by many white-eyed people who moved strangely and stiffly, and walked into the dark storm.

(End of this chapter)