Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 24 Immortal Dao Changlong
"Forehead……"

Have you been tricked? I always feel that Wang Xiaoming wants to open the coffin more than me...

Do you want some benefits?
So Zhang Qian hinted at Wang Xiaoming: "Does a special container need to be used to imprison the devil?"

Wang Xiaoming gave him a slightly strange look, "Of course, only gold can effectively isolate the evil spirits. Other things, even a one-meter-thick concrete wall, cannot stop the evil spirits from killing people."

Zhang Qian said awkwardly: "Ahem, gold is good, but this container is quite hard to find..."

"Oh~" Wang Xiaoming suddenly realized and said to Li Jun, "There are several spare gold containers in the car, give them to Zhang Qian."

"Yes."

Li Jun nodded, and soon another truck drove into the open space outside the factory.

After the carriage door was opened, several heavily armed soldiers lowered the steel ladder and laboriously moved various types of containers out.

Zhang Qian smacked his lips, "Are these the ones you mentioned?"

There are not only small containers such as boxes and trunks, but also large containers such as sleeping bags and suitcases. Converting them into cash should not be something that one or two small targets can win.

Wang Xiaoming introduced: "These containers are specially made in the laboratory, and their safety and quality should be much better than those of outside containers."

"These ghosts are too luxurious. When you die, you have to sleep in a gold coffin. What if there is not enough gold in the future?" Zhang Qian said with emotion.

"Don't worry, the gold reserves are still abundant. We can give the ghost controllers a gold container. In fact, the headquarters has also tried this."

At this point, Wang Xiaoming's voice became a little cold, "The original intention was to allow ghost controllers to better solve supernatural events, but many fools chose to exchange gold from the headquarters for money, and later this system was abolished."

"These are all small things. The most serious ones are those madmen." Li Yan also interjected, "There used to be ghost controllers who pretended to be friends with the headquarters, and after arriving at the base, they used the power of ghosts to kill people, so now they are qualified to go Everyone at the base must go through strict vetting.”

"Like what you did to me?" Zhang Qian raised his hand and looked at it. He was deeply impressed by Li Yan's ability that day.

Li Yan shrugged and said, "I'm just one of them. After all, my abilities are more convenient. Although I'm not very good at beating people and ghosts, I can still use it to examine antisocial personalities."

"Haha, do you think I believe it?" Zhang Qian raised his middle finger towards him.

That kind of completely realistic illusion, if Li Yan hadn't taken the initiative to wake it up, the people inside might not have woken up so easily.

And losing consciousness for 1 minute is enough for teammates from the outside to cooperate and kill the people in the illusion.

"Then the deal between us is completed." Wang Xiaoming said, "I will send someone to pick you up when the experimental site is ready."

"Okay, I'll wait for your news." Zhang Qian said.

Wang Xiaoming reminded again: "The reward for you from the headquarters is still under discussion, because Feng Quan took the initiative to give all the credit to you, so there should be no shortage of things. I suggest you wait for the latest research results from my laboratory and see Can you exchange one for me?"

Zhang Qian nodded, "I understand, I will consider it."

Someone stretched out his paw to shake Zhang Qian's hand, "We will meet again when we have the opportunity..."

"Go away, don't touch me." Zhang Qian slapped Li Yan's hand away mercilessly.

"Hahaha, goodbye."

The motorcade gradually disappeared from Zhang Qian's field of vision. Because there were too many things, he was not prepared to take a taxi.

"Hey, dad, ask someone to come here to pick me up." Zhang Qian sent the location through his mobile phone.

After a while, a light truck drove into the intersection and stopped slowly in front of the factory gate.

A burly man about 30 years old wearing a suit walked down, "Hello, young master, I am Mr. Zhang's assistant Wu Lei, just call me Xiao Wu."

I always feel that the title "Young Master" is so embarrassing. Sure enough, I still haven't adapted to my status as a rich second generation.

Zhang Qian corrected him: "Don't call me Master, just call me Zhang Qian." Wu Lei nodded, "I understand, Master Zhang Qian."

"Forget it..." Zhang Qian pointed to the gold behind him and said, "Brother Ang, please come and help me move these things."

"Okay." Wu Lei rolled up his sleeves and walked over. He checked the height and put his hand into the bottom of a pile of boxes, intending to move more at once.

But he exerted force on his waist and veins popped out in his hands, but the box didn't move at all.

"Master, these things are not made of gold, are they?" Wu Lei picked up a small box and weighed it. He felt that the density was much higher than that of metals such as iron.

He had seen that these things were all in rich gold colors, and he felt that the young master's aesthetics were a bit strange.

"That's right." Zhang Qian arranged several containers containing ghosts and moved the stack of boxes into the cargo box.

Wu Lei's eyes widened when he saw Zhang Qian's relaxed look. He used to live abroad. Although he was not a special forces king, he was still close to him. But in the end, he couldn't compare to Zhang Qian in terms of strength?

This kind of power can tear people in half. No wonder the master said that the young master is not an ordinary person...

Wu Lei came to his senses and asked tentatively while moving things, "Master, have you ever learned kung fu?"

"Almost. What, you want to learn? I'll teach you." Zhang Qian stopped.

Wu Lei rubbed his hands nervously, "If there are any sect taboos, forget it."

He heard that many sects have various rules. For example, the Ancient Tomb Sect does not allow descendants to leave the mountain, and the Emei Sect does not accept male disciples...

Zhang Qian waved his hand casually, "Don't worry, I am a cultivator and I don't have so many rules. If you are willing to learn, I will teach you."

"In that case, Wu Lei has met the master!" Wu Lei bent his knees and planned to perform a apprenticeship ceremony as rumored.

Zhang Qian gently supported Wu Lei and said, "It doesn't have to be like this. The journey of seeking Tao is sequential and has no dignity. Just call me Taoist brother."

Wu Lei stood up involuntarily, feeling even more certain that this young master was not a mortal.

He clasped his fists respectfully and said in a deep voice: "Brother Dao!"

Zhang Qian cupped his fists and returned the favor, "I don't have the secret book with me, so you can go back with me and copy it."

Not long after, the truck drove into a luxurious community.

After parking the car in the courtyard of the villa, Wu Lei helped Zhang Qian unload the things.

Zhang Qian asked Dad Zhang about his room and took out a book with a blue cover.

"This is the secret book of my cultivation. You can take it and make a copy before returning it to me." Zhang Qian said casually.

Wu Lei hesitated and said: "Isn't there something wrong with this?"

Zhang Qian patted his shoulder and said, "It's okay. You are my dad's right-hand man. You can't even take good care of a book."

Wu Lei solemnly said: "Don't worry, young master, even if I die, the secret book will not be damaged."

"I believe in you, but more importantly, practice well."

"Yes, Wu Lei will remember Brother Tao's teachings." Wu Lei clasped his fists and resigned.

"Goodbye." Zhang Qian nodded with satisfaction as he watched the pickup truck drive away from the courtyard.

The number of cultivators doubled in one day, which is gratifying.

(End of this chapter)