The Strongest Male God System

Chapter 1039: Secret Inheritance

"Teacher...I...I listen to you!" Zhang Moran gritted his teeth and lowered his head.

The old man is weak, but at this moment, he has a relieved smile on his face.

"Come, help me up!" the old man said.

Zhang Moran immediately complied.

Leaning on the quilt and pillow, the old guy let his upper body lie down and sit down.

"Silently, the master adopted you since childhood, thinking...to give you a good life!"

"Unexpectedly, I can't even leave you a place to stay!"

Zhang Moran shook his head vigorously and said, "Teacher, please don't say that, it wasn't you, I would have died long ago!"

He is just an orphan without a father or mother.

The old man adopted him from the orphanage because he also had the blood of Xia Guo.

The two depended on each other until now.

"Silent, the teacher... I'm afraid... I won't be able to survive tonight! So, there are things... that must be taught to you!" The old man gasped.

"Teacher, please tell me!" Zhang Moran also understood that he was afraid that he would not get through today.

"Teacher you, I am actually not an ordinary person...but a practitioner!" The old man's eyes suddenly brightened as he saw the most brilliant scene in life.

"It's just that the teacher's school has declined for hundreds of years! I thought that the glory of revival would not be seen in this life... Unexpectedly... Hehehe!" The old man suddenly laughed, "Yesterday, I actually felt...Xiao! "

Zhang Moran blinked.

I don't understand what the teacher said.

"Silent, what I want to say next is very important, you listen to me carefully, remember with your head, understand?" The old man's expression was suddenly serious.

"Understand!" Zhang Moran solemnly.

"The teacher's school originated from the Taoist School of Xia! It originated in the Wei and Jin dynasties in the history of Xia Kingdom... This pamphlet is the art of Talisman, you can slowly understand it! But next, what I want to pass to you is Housekeeping skills-corpse refining."

Hearing these two words, Zhang Moran, who had read many Xia Guo translated online novels, was shocked.

"Haha... scared?" The old man smiled, "Scared, listen to me too!"

In the next ten minutes, the old man had to explain the core content to Zhang Moran word by word.

For thousands of years, these core contents have always been passed down by word of mouth.

Especially things like corpse refining that seem rebellious to outsiders, let alone circulated publicly.

"Remember?" The old man expended a lot of effort.

"Remember, teacher."

"Repeat it to me, no... twice!" The old man grabbed Zhang Moran by the shoulder.

Zhang Moran held his chest up and repeated the core content clearly and clearly twice in a low voice.

"Very good!" The old man looked relieved, "This is a secret method that has been passed down for hundreds of years. It is a pity that the Qi between heaven and earth has disappeared, and it is impossible to succeed. Now that God has opened his eyes and lowered the Qi again, you can try test."

"Child, remember, you, teacher, and I are Xia Guodaomen, the forty-sixth generation descendant of Xia Maoshan, the Taoist name... the common name is Li Chengshan. You are the forty-seventh generation descendant!"

"If one day, when I go down to Maoshan, I can show my identity upright, you... don't forget your roots!"

"Teacher, don't worry!" Zhang Moran respectfully knocked the old man three heads.

When he raised his head again, the old man stared ahead, and he was dead.

Zhang Moran held the old man's corpse and cried loudly.

...

Early the next morning, the local police received a report and found a male body in an old apartment building.

Over the age of seventy, Xia Guoren.

I came to Germany many years ago to make a living.

After an autopsy, he suffered internal and external injuries, and he was too old to survive.

According to feedback from neighbors, the old man originally had a younger generation.

It's just gone.

In Germany, this kind of foreign population is inherently unwelcome.

Since it is not a criminal case, the police are too lazy to investigate.

After asking a few casual questions, I withdrew.

As for the body, it was also taken away by relevant departments.

There is still some money left in the old man's account, which is enough to deal with.

When the car that took the corpse left, no one noticed. At the corner of the apartment, Zhang Moran showed half of his face.

"Teacher, I'm sorry, I can't send it to you personally!" Zhang Moran gritted his teeth, "However, I will send those gangsters to accompany you! Teacher, I violated my oath, don't blame me!"

...

Night is coming.

Zhang Moran hurried all the way to a cemetery on the outskirts of the city.

It belongs to the civilian class.

Every position in the cemetery is not too deep.

Without the light, Zhang Moran touched a corner of the cemetery with the faint light of the sky.

In front of me is a new grave just completed.

It happened to be blocked by the shadow of the surrounding tall buildings.

Outsiders don’t get close and take a closer look, and there is no one else here.

"Feng Shui is wrong, but I can only make do with it." Zhang Moran said.

Refining the corpse is very delicate.

It is best if the birth date of the deceased is all overcast.

However, in a foreign country, even people with the blood of Xia might not pay attention to this matter.

Zhang Moran sneaked around the cemetery several times during the day, only to find a choice for his birthday.

He pulled out the marching shovel and started digging silently.

Keep digging.

Dig until the coffin appears.

The body inside was buried four days ago.

It should not have rotted yet.

As long as the time is right, there may be hope.

Zhang Moran hid in the shadows, waiting for the darkest moment before dawn.

When the time came, Zhang Moran lifted the lid of the coffin without hesitation.

Pull out a piece of yellow talisman paper from his body.

He bit his **** and drew a complicated psychic charm with blood.

He opened the deceased's mouth and stuffed it in.

After doing this, he immediately stepped back, quietly observing the movement.

The teacher had already said before leaving.

Now, Qi has recovered.

Perhaps there is no successful spell for hundreds of years, and there is hope of success.

Zhang Moran's heart was burning with revenge for the teacher.

This supported him until now.

One minute passed.

Two minutes passed.

There was no movement of the corpse in the coffin.

"Can't foreigners get corpses?" Zhang Moran felt a little stupid.

"Boom!"

At this moment, the body seemed to move.

Zhang Moran was taken aback.

Take a closer look.

The German corpse in a black suit was indeed moving.

At this moment, Zhang Mo suddenly felt a subtle connection with the corpse.

He suppressed the joy in his heart, stepped back, pinched a magic trick with both hands, and whispered: "Edict, get up!"

Pointed at the corpse between his fingers.

The upper body of the corpse sat up suddenly, raised his stiff arms, and supported the lid of the coffin.

In the next second, his arms suddenly straightened.

The corpse just jumped out of the pothole so straight.

Fall to the ground.

In the dark, the color of the gray corpse quickly changed to dark yellow.

Ten-fingered nails, like crazy, grow more than half of them.

The nail ends are extremely sharp.

Shining black light.

Like a sharp edge.

"It's done!" Zhang Moran gritted his teeth, "Teacher, you wait, I will avenge you!"