Hell Live Room: Block my account? I'll beat your dad

Rumble... the sound was deafening.

The blood moon had clearly risen and it was the daytime ban time. Theoretically, Fengdu City had become a real ghost town and should be very quiet.

Zhang Qingyuan was awakened by the noise and stood up to go out to see what was going on.

"Zhang Qingyuan, Zhang Qingyuan……"

There was a voice calling from outside, someone was calling his name.

This made Zhang Qingyuan alert. Something must be wrong when things are out of the ordinary. Although it was broad daylight and the blood moon was high in the sky, it was still in the underworld, the ancient city of Fengdu. If something strange happened, who could tell? It was a pity that the tomb had no windows, otherwise he could have a look through the windows.

He stood at the door, put his ears close, and could only hear someone calling him outside, but no other sounds.

Creaky... there was a faint sound of a door opening, not in his tomb, but as if the door of another tomb had opened.

"Is it Zhao Jin?"

A trace of suspicion flashed across Zhang Qingyuan's face. Zhao Jin was the only person living near his grave.

""Ahem...Liu Fuwei, why are you howling here in broad daylight?" Zhao Jin's scolding came, as if he recognized the outsider. Sure enough, the shouting stopped, and then replaced by a surprised tone:"Old Master, why are you here?"

"Isn't that bullshit? The old Taoist has been dead for so many years. If he is not in the underworld, then has he gone to the world of the living?" Zhao Jin cursed, his tone was very bad, like someone who was disturbed from a sweet dream and forced to turn on the computer.

Then, Zhao Jin said again:"Looking at you, it seems that someone has set up a ritual to ask you to take that kid to the world of the living? Who is it?"

""Replying to the old Taoist, it was Taoist Yuanshan. The old Taoist forgot that when the old Taoist passed away, he handed over his subordinates and a group of followers to Taoist Yuanshan." Liu Fuwei replied

"Oh, it’s that kid Yuanshan. He’s not dead yet?"

"Almost there!"

Zhang Qingyuan:"……"

""Ahem... Zhang boy, stop hiding, come out quickly. Someone from the Taoist sect has asked you to go to the world of the living. Just follow him, he won't hurt you." Zhao Jin shouted at the top of his voice.

Zhang Qingyuan hesitated for two seconds, and finally chose to believe Zhao Jin. Although the two had only known each other for one day, he could still feel from some details that this old ghost should not be a bad person.

Zhang Qingyuan opened the door and saw Liu Fuwei, who was wearing golden armor, shining with divine light, riding a tall horse, standing at his door.

There were four or five cavalrymen behind him, their attire was slightly worse than his, but they also looked very good. Compared with the ghost soldiers like Bian Fei, they felt much more advanced.

"But Zhang Qingyuan?" Liu Fuwei asked, wearing a helmet.

Although he couldn't see his face clearly, Zhang Qingyuan felt an inexplicable sense of oppression because of his outfit and the fact that he was riding a horse.

"Cough cough cough……"Zhao Jin came over with his hands behind his back, and Liu Fuwei quickly stepped aside on his horse to make way for him.

"Boy!"

"Senior Zhao……"Zhang Qingyuan quickly bowed. He was still in a daze.

"Boy, you are lucky. I don't know what relationship Zhao Yuanshan has with you, but when you meet him, you can find a way to get him to help you get rid of the evil spirit and get your soul back."Zhang Qingyuan was shocked when he heard this, and secretly felt a little grateful to Zhao Jin for helping him think of this.

He bowed and said,"Thank you for your advice, senior."

"Okay, okay, thank you for nothing, just go away. Oh, by the way, go back and ask Zhao Yuanshan to give me some more money, I'm running out."

"Yes, yes... Don't worry, old immortal, I will definitely pass on your message." Liu Fuwei responded repeatedly.

Zhao Jin turned around and returned to his tomb, no longer paying attention to them.

Zhang Qingyuan glanced at Liu Fuwei cautiously, gritted his teeth and clasped his fists and said:"This... General, what should I do?"

""Get on the horse!"

As soon as Zhao Jin left, Liu Fuwei immediately regained his dignity. With a wave of his hand, Zhang Qingyuan sat on his horse before he could react.

"Sit tight, let's go!"

Chirp...

The warhorse neighed loudly, then raised its hooves and galloped out, not taking the main road, but rushing straight into the tomb next to it.

Zhang Qingyuan was shocked, but before he could speak, the scenery in front of him changed rapidly, the tomb disappeared, and a faint road appeared under his feet. It was surrounded by gray fog, which was thick and did not disperse. Only the scenery around three or four meters could be seen. The warhorse galloped along the path in the fog, and soon saw two lights appearing in front of him. Behind the light stood an old Taoist in Taoist robes.

……

"It’s coming, and it’s pretty fast!"

Zhao Yuanshan, who was standing on the altar, keenly sensed the Yin Qi coming over, and knew that General Fu Wei had returned from the underworld.

The two oil lamps in front of him changed rapidly, and the next second, the orange-red flames turned green, and the whole room had a mysterious atmosphere.

Brother Northwest Tiger and Zhao Lingshan, who were watching on the side, were frightened by this sudden change and almost cried out.

Zhao Yuanshan originally had a calm and composed look on his face, but with the return of General Fu Wei, he also knew what happened in the underworld, and his face immediately showed a look of astonishment.

""Master...Uncle Master?"

Boom~

He was still in a daze, and the green light in front of him suddenly increased, and then a figure emerged from the fire.

Zhang Qingyuan looked around in confusion, and when he saw Brother Northwest Tiger, he immediately understood what was going on. It should be that the other party was looking for someone to burn paper for him, and accidentally found a Taoist master, which led to this.

"……Meet Master Yuanshan."

Zhao Yuanshan's face suddenly turned ugly when he heard him call out his name. He didn't expect to meet his uncle during this soul summoning. The key point is that his uncle seemed to take good care of this kid and even assigned him a task. What the hell is going on?

But he glanced and saw the cute little boy next to him.���The woman thought of her plan and immediately thought it would be a good opportunity to help this boy find the soul.

"I am Zhao Yuanshan from Zaoge Mountain. Since you know my uncle, I will not waste any more words. I invited you here because Xiaolin asked me to burn paper for you, but I don't know your birthday, so I specially asked you to come here to ask."

So that's it!

Zhang Qingyuan looked at Brother Northwest Tiger with some gratitude, and the latter also looked up at him.

Facing those dead eyes, Northwest Tiger almost peed, and couldn't stand steadily, so he quickly held the wall next to him.

"Mom… Mom… Damn it, this time it’s real." He cried in his heart, his legs trembling.

Zhao Lingshan heard his movement and glanced at him with some disgust, her eyes seemed to say… That’s it? A man of the underworld who lives on the edge of a knife?

Zhang Qingyuan obviously didn’t know that his grateful eyes could scare people like this. He didn’t think much about it and quickly reported his date of birth and death, as well as his place of origin and other information.

Fortunately, he had checked it when he went to the Support Pavilion before, otherwise he wouldn’t know it himself.