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Chapter 396: The Unlucky Tathagata

Hong Chen looked at Kuang Guohua: "You look too much like your grandson."

"After all, he is my grandson." Kuang Guohua smiled somewhat proudly.

Hong Chen: "So, you can't approach her in the usual way. I thought about it and decided that you'd better wear a mask or something like an eye patch to cover your face, and then directly appear as a zombie to let her know that there are some zombies that she is not capable of dealing with."

"can."

"That's it for now. Fusheng, if you are satisfied with her performance, give her the bead."

Fu Sheng was stunned: "Uncle Hong, satisfaction means..."

"You all know that fake zombie. He has done a lot of evil. In the last history, he may have been in Cao's camp but his heart was with Han, but this time he has changed. You know him, so you should know the standard of satisfaction."

Fu Sheng smiled bitterly: "But I don't know your standards, Uncle Hong. What if my standards are too high or too low? Wouldn't that delay your important matter?"

Hong Chen smiled and shook his head: "It doesn't matter, just follow your standards."

He needs to train and guide Ma Xiaoling, but he cannot intervene directly, otherwise fate may notice it and become alert in advance.

That's why we need middlemen like Riley, Kuang Guohua and Fu Sheng.

This is not a puzzle game, nor is it a mystery.

But it was to make Ma Xiaoling more suitable for fate to be able to eliminate the generals of Pangu clan.

And because of Ling'er's existence, Hong Chen doesn't need to worry about causing Ma Xiaoling to misunderstand him this time. Sooner or later, she will understand everything and feel that he is always by her side.

At worst, I could just let her beat me up. She can't break my defense anyway.

Hong Chen stood up and asked, "Do you have enough Blood Angels?"

"Yes, there is still a lot in the warehouse. If it is not enough, I will contact you in advance."

"That's good. You guys figure out what to do when the time comes. I'm leaving first."

Returning to Jiajia Building, Uncle Gu, the doorman, did not stare at Hong Chen's car this time. Instead, he sat on a chair with his head buried in self-pity, mumbling something to himself.

Hong Chen passed by the front desk, took a glance, and paused.

"Uncle Gu, what's wrong with you?"

Uncle Gu looked up, his face full of regret and pain, and tears unconsciously welled up in his eyes.

He looked at Hong Chen, raised the lottery ticket in his hand, and said in a tearful voice: "Thirty million, my thirty million..."

It turned out that Uncle Gu had always had the habit of buying lottery tickets, and he always bought the same series of numbers. But what was sad to hear was that yesterday's 30 million grand prize was his series of numbers, but he forgot to buy it yesterday!
Hong Chen looked at him with pity and comforted him: "Uncle Gu, you don't have to be so sad. After all, if you really bought this lottery ticket yesterday, the final winning numbers might not be this series."

Uncle Gu was stunned for a moment, and his expression became slightly better, but it seemed that it would still take him a long time to get out of the shadow, or perhaps this regret would stay with him for the rest of his life. After all, he was not young anymore and only had a few years left to live.

He shook his head to get rid of his complicated thoughts and snapped his fingers lightly.

In an instant, Uncle Gu's eyes were filled with confusion. At the same time, a wisp of black air suddenly surged up from his forehead, and then a fat ghost screamed and separated from him.

The fat ghost turned around and was about to run away, but Hong Chen reached out his hand and sucked him into his palm.

Then, regardless of the man's wailing and pleas for mercy, he dragged him into the elevator and returned home.

Ling'er came to open the door and saw Hong Chen holding a fat ghost. She couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, "Where did it come from?"

"I caught him downstairs."

"Why not capture him if you don't kill him?"

Hearing this, the fat ghost's face was filled with fear, and he begged hurriedly: "Brother, sister, although I am a ghost, I have never harmed anyone, please let me go!"

Hong Chen squinted and said, "You have never harmed anyone, so why did Uncle Gu miss the 30 million jackpot?" "Didn't you say that if he bought it, his number would not necessarily be drawn?"

"I was trying to comfort him, not for you to use to exonerate yourself. Besides, don't you know what you are?"

Hearing this, the fat ghost's expression suddenly tensed and he lowered his head.

Ling'er closed the door and approached Hong Chen curiously, "What the hell is he?"

"What an unlucky guy." Hong Chen shrugged.

When Ling'er heard this, she immediately took a step forward and hid herself behind Hong Chen. After thinking for a while, she stepped back a few steps, fearing that she would get too close to the fat ghost in his hand and get bad luck.

Seeing this, Hong Chen threw the fat ghost into the air, drew a frame with his sword finger, and a sharp sword energy cage immediately trapped him in it. Turning around, he whispered a few words in Ling'er's ear.

The next moment, Ling'er exclaimed: "What? He is like..." She covered her mouth halfway through. Then she turned her head suddenly, staring at the fat ghost squatting in the sword energy cage, not daring to move.

The other person trembled slightly at the sight of her eyes. He wanted to say something, but glanced at Hong Chen fearfully and finally swallowed his saliva.

Hong Chen held Ling'er's wrist and took her to sit on the sofa. He drank a sip of water before looking at the fat ghost and said, "Name."

The fat ghost shrank his neck, then spoke timidly.

"My name is A-dum."

"Why come to Jiajia Building?"

"I don't know. After I died, I was wandering around, being chased and beaten. I kept running and escaping, and then I didn't know how I ended up here. But I really didn't hurt anyone on my own initiative. I just wanted to find a place to hide, but you found me just one day after I arrived..."

Hong Chen remained unmoved and continued to ask, "Since you know that you are unlucky, why do you still insist on joining the crowd?"

Ah Dum pursed his lips and whispered, "I...I need to eat too."

Ghosts either eat incense and candles, or possess people to absorb their essence.

Of course the unlucky guy had no incense or candles to eat, so he could only ask someone for help.

"Isn't that the same as harming people?" Hong Chen directly pointed out the key point, "If you really don't want to harm anyone, you should run to the wilderness and wait for death. But you can't bear the hunger and come out to find someone to eat. You still have the nerve to say that you didn't actively harm others? Do you dare to say that you don't know?"

Suddenly, Adum was speechless and could only keep silent.

At this time, Ling'er, who was leaning against Hong Chen, suddenly said with great interest: "How about we kill him!"

Adum couldn't help but look horrified.

Hong Chen couldn't help but wonder: "Why?"

Ling'er blinked: "Strictly speaking, we are all disciples of the Taoist sect, right?"

"That's right." Hong Chen seemed to know what she said.

Sure enough, Ling'er followed up with, "In my time, Buddhism was just a small player, and no one took it seriously. In later history, the Three Wus and One Sect's destruction of Buddhism was not thorough enough, and the efforts of generations of Taoist elders were ineffective. But now, a great opportunity is right before us!" As she spoke, she couldn't help getting excited.

It has to be said that Hong Chen admires her a little.

She really dares to think.

If Hong Chen had not stayed in Shaolin Temple for thirty years.

If he didn't know that Tathagata, who was punished by heaven and became an unlucky ghost, would not be destroyed so easily.

Then he would definitely agree and support Ling'er's idea.

(End of this chapter)