Reincarnation of the Heavens: Starting from Hong Kong Comprehensive

Chapter 109
police building.

Office of the Inspector General.

Two men wearing ancient armor and long hair were gobbling.

On the side, Dasha lit a cigarette and silently looked at the reincarnation of a starving ghost.

Ma Shangfeng grabbed the mutton chop, took a big bite, took a sip of soda, and said with emotion:
"I didn't expect that water 500 years later would be so sweet!"

"After I find the master and eradicate the ghost king, I will bring back one altar, no, ten altars!"

As he said that, he picked up the orange-flavored Fanta and drank it in large gulps.

So poor...

An unseen look.

Dasha despised his previous life a little bit, lowered his head and flicked the ash into the vat, and said dissatisfiedly:
"Hey, pay attention to how well you eat."

"Did you hear that? Put down this big lamb chop and leave one for me." Xingjia licked Xiaohui's pork chop sauce on his fingers and burped, but he still coveted the dry roasted lamb in his junior brother's hand. Row.

"Don't worry, the waiter from Yong Kee Restaurant will deliver the second batch of takeout later." Meng Fan said.

Generally speaking, only small-scale restaurants that specialize in fried chicken, burgers, and lunch boxes will provide additional delivery services to attract business due to poor dine-in business.

A time-honored restaurant like Yung Kee Restaurant has no shortage of business, so there is no precedent.

However, money can make a fool of himself.

As a major customer, Meng Fan asked them to open a delivery service with just one phone call.

"Well, boy named Meng, you are very discerning. I am Ma Shangfeng, a first-class military attaché of the Ming Dynasty!"

"When I finish my errand and find my way home, I will definitely reward you with a hundred taels of gold!"

In the past, Meng Fan was the one who painted cakes for others. I didn't expect that now it was the other way around.

"Need not."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dasha couldn't help but open his mouth to expose Ma Shangfeng's lies, with a questioning tone in his voice:

"Let's not talk about whether you can go back. Even if you can go back, how will the mysterious door of heaven and earth be opened after the Ming Dynasty? Can you come back to this era? Do you know the answer?"

"So, I don't know when the hundred taels of gold will be cashed out."

Logically speaking, the meeting between the past life and the present life should be something worth celebrating, but Dasha lost face because of the other person - he was emotionally infected and cried in front of his senior brother.

Therefore, the more Dasha looked at Ma Shangfeng, the more unhappy he felt.

Seeing that his "big words" were exposed by his current self, Ma Shangfeng didn't show any timidity. He immediately stood up and slapped the table, stepped on Meng Fan's office chair, and said loudly:

"I am the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, a first-class general appointed by Yubi personally. How can I break my promise?"

"Yes, I am the disciple of Caolu layman." Xiaohui also stood up.

The two showed their names and tried their best to prove that they would repay this kindness, and hoped that Meng Fan and others would help them find their master, the layman in the thatched cottage, and work together to kill the ghost king.

"It is now [-] AD. The Ming Dynasty has long since died, and the Qianqing that replaced it has also been dead for nearly a hundred years." Meng Fan said helplessly: "So, we don't need or expect the two of you to repay us. As a government official It is the duty of a middle-aged man to protect the peace of one party."

Hearing this, Ma Shangfeng was full of disbelief.

As a veteran official, he firmly believes that no matter how the times develop, there will still be corrupt officials in the world. It is incredible that the number of corrupt officials has decreased and there are mediocre officials everywhere.

A mediocre person is willing to risk his life to slay demons?
If he hadn't died due to the wind in Yihongyuan, he wouldn't have been willing to fight the Ghost King.

[Now that he has become a god, according to his master and junior brother, he has become an immortal existence. Only then did he make up his mind to eliminate evil in the world. 】

Seeing that the two of them were doubtful, Meng Fan didn't bother to explain, actions speak louder than a thousand words!

"Then can you two contact the Thatched Cottage layman? As long as you find him, you can start to eliminate the Fuso Ghost King."

On the sofa, Uncle Feng spoke.

Looking at the Taoist who looked the same as his master, but younger, Ma Shangfeng did not dare to be presumptuous and stopped eating and drinking.

Xiaohui cupped his hands and said, "Senior, I am not very talented and have little knowledge, so I can't contact my master."

"..." Meng Fan.

“…” Kim McGee.If you don't have the ability, you don't have the ability. What's the point of talking nonsense? There are too many false etiquette.

In fact, Meng Fan had already seen through the reality of the two of them. Ma Shangfeng had the highest combat power. His energy and blood were boiling like a cauldron. His two arms had the strength of a kilogram at least, and he had luck to protect him. He was very extraordinary.

However, Xiao Hui, the silver-armored general, only knew some rudimentary kung fu and had some magic power in his body, which he could hardly use. He was only a little better than himself before the special training.

knock knock --

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Kim McGee said.

Everyone looked outside the door.

A thin man, who looked like a junior high school student, stood there in a daze, saluting instinctively:
"Sir Meng." "Sir Jin."

"And this one..."

Dasha waved his hand, indicating that he didn't care about this.

"This is your past life. This is the reason why you have been troubled by dreams continuously recently."

As he spoke, Meng Fan's eyes wandered between Huang Yishan and Xiaohui, and continued: "Is there anything you want to say to each other?"

Huang Yishan shook his head.

Because he was often troubled by dreams, his daily work was delayed, and he just hoped that things would end quickly so that he could return to normal.

"You're really bad at it." Xiaohui's face was filled with disgust.

Even though he is new here, he can still tell when his subordinates salute to the top.

Unexpectedly, Feng Shui took turns.

In ancient times, he was a senior brother, and he could tease Ma Shangfeng who was a latecomer at will, but in this life, he has to respectfully salute him.

Dasha dislikes Ma Shangfeng.

Xiaohui dislikes Huang Yishan.

In the end, Huang Yishan left.

After all, he is not a member of the Taoist sect, nor does he have any means of exorcising ghosts or subduing demons. He only has some connection with the previous life——

If he was a peerless person in his previous life, he might still be able to play a role, but Xiaohui, the general in silver armor, is just like that.

the other side.

The Fuso Ghost King has emerged, and all cultivators in Hong Kong, whether practicing Taoism or practicing Buddhism, feel restless and want to figure out what is going on and hope to resolve the crisis as soon as possible.

The Thatched Cottage layman whom everyone misses, with a wooden sign on his neck symbolizing his status as a death row prisoner, is undergoing trial in Lushui Mental Hospital.

"This court sentences you to death, and you will be executed immediately!"

"Is there anything you want to say?"

"Woooooooo..."

The layman in the thatched cottage looked excited, but the bandage was tightly wrapped around his mouth, and he had very little magic power left, so he couldn't defend himself at all!

Is my thatched cottage going to die here for no reason?
"Execution!"

"biu~biubiu~"

The layman closed his eyes and waited for death unwillingly, thinking too much in his mind.

however……

The truth is that a group of psychos surrounded him, drew pistols with their fingers, and dubbed themselves.

"what!!"

"The devil is here, run!"

Someone from the outer circle shouted.

(End of this chapter)