Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 362 Zhang Ze’s Home is in the Northeast

Meeme was very dissatisfied with the texture of the black tights and was also skeptical about its legitimate origin.

"Do we have to be like this?" Meeme twisted her body uncomfortably and whispered.

She really wanted to cut a hole in Zhang Ze's chest to use as an observation window.

"Don't move. I'm not interested in open-chested autumn clothes."

Zhang Ze held Meeme down and lightly tapped the tip of his nose with his finger, as if he was preparing something.

Mee Mee was disobedient and twitched twice, trying to adjust to a comfortable position, but failed.

Helplessly, Meeme took advantage of Zhang Ze's inattention and used the technique of leaving the body to leave the rag doll's body.

And lower your brightness, increase your transparency, make yourself more soulless, so as to blend yourself into the environment as much as possible.

"What are you smelling? Aren't you looking for the glass ball? What are you waiting for?" Meeme, who finally felt comfortable, circled around Zhang Ze.

Zhang Ze, "I'm smelling it."

"Smell? You can smell the scent of the glass ball? You can do this? Who did you learn it from?" Meeme asked four questions in a row.

But Zhang Ze only replied, "A master."

After saying that, Zhang Ze kept silent, no longer paying attention to Meeme's questions, and concentrated on smelling the scent.

It’s not that I can’t say it, but it’s hard to explain.

The master Zhang Ze mentioned is Maomao.

Ever since Zhang Ze learned the art of listening to spirits from the Western Barbarians, he would go to Maomao to chat when he was bored.

Tell Maomao what's really in your heart, chat about the current situation in the world, and talk about the future development of Jianzong Qianji Pavilion. Finally, lose yourself in the praises of Maomao, a real dog-licker, and replenish your positive energy.

But Maomao doesn't just lick. Occasionally, Maomao will say some quite philosophical words, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

such as.

[Wang, everything has two sides. So not everything has two sides.]

In addition to chatting about these things, Maomao also often teaches Zhang Ze some useful life tips.

Like how to hide bones, where is the most comfortable place to sunbathe in Qianji Pavilion, and tips on using your nose.

Maomao teaches casually, Zhangze learns casually, and then
Then I learned it.

Except for Maomao's unique secrets and the dog's wishing technique, which cannot be cracked, Zhang Ze learned other secrets very quickly.
Somewhat unscientific.

So this is really hard to explain.

Zhang Ze closed his eyes and followed the method taught by Maomao, recalling the fragrance of the eight-treasure glass ball.

Soon, a discontinuous trajectory appeared in my mind.

found it.

But before he could open his eyes, Zhang Ze heard a bleating cry in his ears.

Meow Meow, who was strolling outside in the form of a ghost, suddenly crawled back into the doll.

Zhang Ze opened his eyes and met the eyes of a square-faced man.

It's a ghost, a shadow.

The shadow wore a huge mask, held a bronze sword, and wore black clothes.

Behind him are more shadows looming.

Those shadows were coming towards this side, leading bronze horses, beating silent gongs and pounding silent drums.

The ceremonial guards and flags are all available, as if a king is traveling.

The shadow did not notice the invisible Zhang Ze and floated past him silently.

Zhang Ze did not feel cold, nor did he feel any signs of being invaded by external evil.

It seemed as if the shadow was just a shadow.

Zhang Ze took a step back, but was not as startled as Meimee, because he felt that these shadows looked familiar.

Why are these shadows dressed similarly to the people in the Impression Baidi Eternal Love performance that I saw on the flyer before?

Zhang Ze moved his feet and changed his position, coming behind a shadow, and indeed found what he was looking for.

He stretched out his hand to grab the object, and as expected, his hand passed through the shadows without encountering any obstruction.

There was a small label pinned on the clothes behind the shadow.

The signature reads.

【Performance props, damage fine】

"Alright, stop hiding." Zhang Ze whispered to Mee Mee, "They're all fake. They must be projections or illusions or something like that."

After Zhang Ze calmed Meeme down, he walked through the mist and began to look for the source of these shadows.

Through the mist, Zhang Ze saw an old Yingge brand photo-taking mirror lying tilted on the ground.

A strange crackling sound came from the mirror cabinet, and the sound transmission array had long been destroyed.

The magic circle marking the remaining spiritual energy shows that the spiritual energy has run out.

After a while, the shadows emerging from the mirror began to become intermittent, and as the last bit of spiritual energy was exhausted, the long cultural performance team completely disappeared.

Zhang Ze, who was invisible in a tight-fitting suit, stood in front of the fairy mirror and pinched his chin.

He thought this matter seemed interesting.

This old object was covered with a layer of dust similar to ice crystals, and on the back of the mirror cabinet there was a clear handprint.

The five-fingered kind.

Judging from the action, someone just held on there, activated this photo-recording fairy mirror, and released the image inside.

Besides him and Meow Meow, there are other people in this place.

It was probably the noise made by me playing with the self-destructing monkey that alerted this person.

However, judging from the fact that this guy is pretending to be a ghost and dares not show up, he should not be that powerful.

Zhang Ze looked at the mirror in front of him and thought to himself that it didn't matter who he was trying to scare. He was now invisible, so it was a good opportunity to give the mysterious man something to do.

Zhang Ze looked around and made sure that the mysterious man had already left. Then he took advantage of the cover of the mirror cabinet and stuffed a shadow-retaining stone into it.

The good thing about magic weapons is that as long as the magic array is the same, no matter what the shape of the magic weapon is, as long as it can be inserted, it can be used.

Qianjizhen Films recently released three excellent films.

The titles are "Don't Despise the Poor Old Man", "Peach Colored Joy Sect" and "Girls in This Piece and That Piece"

He felt that "Girls in These Pieces and There Pieces" was very suitable for the atmosphere here.

As Zhang Ze injected spiritual energy again, the girl crawled out of the mirror.

But there seems to be something wrong with this girl. She doesn't have any patches here or there, but is whole and plump.

She looks like she's going to have a good time.

Meow Meow, who had been quiet the whole time, suddenly said, "Did you put the stone in the wrong place? Where did that man in shorts come from?"

Zhang Ze quickly took away the shadow stone before the banned scene in "Peach Color Happiness Sect" was about to be performed.

He changed the shadow stone and confirmed it twice before stuffing "The Girls in These Pieces and There Pieces" on it.

Looking at the heads rolling out of the mirror, the eyeballs of the uncles and aunts, and the whole family, young and old, crawling twistedly, Zhang Ze nodded.

Well, this time it's right.

After things started to go wrong here, Zhang Ze cast a spell to cover up the fairy mirror that could record photos.

No matter whether the troublemaker is a human or a ghost, it's so lively here now, it should be enough for him to have fun.

After everything was settled, Zhang Ze continued to walk into the mist.

As Zhang Ze explored, the map of this place gradually took shape in his mind.

This is a honeycomb-like space, its borders blocked by grayish-white ice, and each small space is blocked by hexagonal mist.

Zhang Ze didn't know what this mist was or what its function was. To him, it was just simple mist.

And there are many differences among these divided "rooms".

Apart from those empty 'rooms', each of the remaining rooms contained some odds and ends.

Broken instruments, beautiful stones, a chair with only half of it left, and a bronze Buddha statue whose bald head had been rubbed until it was shiny and polished.

It's like there's an unlucky kid living here who picks up random things.

Of course, in addition to those large and small ornaments, there are some other things in a room.

human bones.

When Zhang Ze was about to reach the room where the Eight Treasures Glass Ball was stored, he saw two human skeletons.

The skeleton is somewhat surprising, with bone spurs all over it and sharp edges and corners, which can be seen as human.

The two skeletons were stuck together in an embrace, and it was unclear whether they committed suicide for love or died together.

Zhang Ze sniffed and made sure that the smell of the glass ball had not dissipated yet, then he came to the two corpses and looked them over.

The clothes were so brittle that they turned into ashes as soon as Zhang Ze touched them. It was obvious that he had been dead for many years.

After the clothes turned to ashes, Zhang Ze found two small cards between the two people's sternums.

The card is as black as ink and feels warm to the touch. There is a scorpion engraved on the front and a bone character written on the back.

Zhang Ze fiddled with the two jade tokens that looked like dog tags, and then looked at the bone spurs on the two men's bodies. He felt as if he had seen them somewhere.

"Bone Scorpion Rudder?"

Zhang Ze recalled the origin of the jade token and the bone hyperplasia-like spell. These two were from the Hundred Demons Sect and the Bone Scorpion Rudder.

Moreover, judging from the level of the dominoes and the remaining bones, the cultivation of these two people is not low. They should have been at least deputy leaders or even leaders back then.

"What are they doing here? Gay elopement?"

It stands to reason that one shouldn't pay too much attention to an outdated evil organization like the Hundred Demons Sect, but Zhang Ze couldn't help but care about it.

He searched the skeleton again and soon found two storage rings on the toe bones of the two people.

Zhang Ze didn't touch them, but used the method of controlling objects to make the two storage rings float up with some disgust.

Looking at the ring, Zhang Ze missed Brother Feng very much.

After all, when it comes to opening a ring, Brother Feng says he is second to none, and no one dares to say they are first.

But unfortunately, Brother Feng is still on the road to doing great things, and has not returned yet and is still out of contact.

How to open these two rings with many restrictions safely is indeed a problem.

Just as Zhang Ze was about to put the two storage rings away and go back to study them carefully, Meeme suddenly spoke.

"How about I give it a try?"

Zhang Ze, "You can do this too?"

Baa, "It's easy to take what has no owner."

As she spoke, Meeme's soul left the rag doll. She flew around the two storage rings and finally picked one she liked and went inside.

After a series of incomprehensible operations, the ring flashed twice, and then the restriction magic circle on it disintegrated from the inside.

opened.

Meow Meow came out of the ring whistling.

"Impressive, isn't it? Even without the old guy, I'm still very useful."

"Awesome, awesome! Meow Meow is the champion, and the old guy is the winner without any effort."

Flattering Meeme, Zhang Ze opened the ring.

In addition to some magic equipment that is sure to drop, the most important thing in the ring is a map.

This map is quite old and should be much larger than these two skeletons.

However, due to the secret pickling method and the preservation in the ring, this map did not turn into ashes as the clothes just now did when touched.

The map seemed to show a northern snowfield, with the terrain and buildings mostly replaced by monsters, making it difficult to understand at first glance.

Turning to the back, Zhang Ze found some words on it, but the words were blurry and he could only make out the word "Zhong".

However, there is a mark next to the word "Zhong", and the mark is clearly visible.

It is the mark of the headmaster of Mount Longhu.

"Old Tang?"

Looking at the map, the first person that came to Zhang Ze's mind was Old Tang.

After all, the Taoist priest had a history of drawing random maps and deceiving people.

However, Zhang Ze quickly denied this speculation himself.

"No, it's not Old Tang."

The time doesn't match up.

Not to mention this map, even those two skeletons, when they died, Old Tang was not even born yet.

"So who is this person? Zhong."

As a semi-insider in Longhu Mountain with a nominal membership, Zhang Ze began to count the names of the successive masters.

After reading around, Zhang Ze found that there was only one headmaster with the surname Zhong.

It was the founder, Zhong Wuming.

"So, the Daoist master's skill in drawing random maps is inherited from his ancestors?"

Zhang Ze was speechless for a moment, subconsciously thinking that this was another case of the mysterious map scam.

But just as Zhang Ze was about to put away this "fake map" and take it back to Old Tang as a local specialty, he suddenly remembered something.

'That Zhong Wuming claimed to be a greedy thief and said that he had stolen something from me in the past.

'And the end of my life in my previous life should be in the northern border.

'The Hundred Demons Sect and Emperor Xiao Jing are inextricably linked.

'Before the East-West War, Emperor Xiao Jing had already set his sights on the northern border.'

So, could this map be real?

This is the map that Sect Leader Zhong left behind after he robbed my house.

These two unlucky guys got this map by chance during the chaotic era after the fall of Dong Qi.

They came to the north to search for treasure together, but unexpectedly encountered the bone shadow and were trapped and died in this secret place.
Looking at the 'road home' in his hand, Zhang Ze could only sigh that life is so unpredictable and unpredictable.

I don’t know whether my later years in the north will be happy or not.

But then again, since he lived in the Northeast in his later years, does that mean that the northern demon tribe built all these tube-shaped buildings and underground centralized heating themselves?
Thinking about these things, he put away the map.

After making sure that there was nothing left here, Zhang Ze no longer cared about the two skeletons. He confirmed the smell again and walked towards the last room.

He is now becoming more and more interested in this place.

I always feel that there may be something fishy going on here.

Passing through the mist in front of him, Zhang Ze came to an empty room.

There was nothing else in the room except the glass ball given to him by Bai Tao.

Zhang Ze did not step forward, but pointed his finger, and a breeze blew up to bring the glass ball over.

He moved carefully and kept looking around, but nothing happened around him until he held the glass ball in his hand.

The skeleton figure that attacked him did not appear again.

"We found the ball. How do we leave?" asked Mee Mee.

"There's no rush to leave. Let's explore this place a little more. I'm quite interested in it. Let's..."

Before Zhang Ze finished speaking, a scream was heard from the mist.

"Let's first see who is scaring us." Zhang Ze continued.

After putting away the glass ball, Zhang Ze followed the intermittent screams and returned to the room where the fairy mirror was placed.

At this moment, the room was in chaos. A thin old man in tattered clothes was struggling among the ghosts with a crutch.

Although the old man has a classic look, like an old grandfather in a secret realm at the foot of a cliff, his demeanor and aura are much worse. As for his cultivation, it can only be said that he has some but not much, about half of Lily's.

He was frightened by the phantom in the room and screamed continuously. He struggled and crawled towards the mist, but every time he ran into it, he would return from the other side, as if there was a maze behind the mist for him.

"Oi, old man, where are you going?"

Zhang Ze's voice echoed in the empty room.

The old man was frightened by Zhang Ze's shout. He raised his stick as a sword, waving it wildly, attacking the non-existent enemy.

"Who! Who's there! Come out?"

Faced with the old man's questions, Zhang Ze did not show up, or sent Meeme out to explore the way.

He formed a hand seal, turned off the Immortal Mirror, and allowed one of his golden elixirs to transform and leave his body.

The golden elixir transformed into a pale human head.

In order not to scare the old man, there is no hole on the face of the head, but a funny painting.

The funny head bounced towards the old man.

Looking at the funny head approaching, the old man rolled his eyes, kicked his legs, and fainted.

"Did you do this on purpose?" Meeme asked in a low voice.

"I don't." Zhang Ze argued while shaping a body for his golden elixir.

After a long time, the old man woke up and found a muscular man with a funny face squatting beside him. His body was shining with gold and his muscles were knotted. He didn't know how much soybean oil he had smeared on him.

The big man was fanning him with a small fan.

"Don't be afraid, old man. I am a good person. You can call me Ah Man. I am a member of the Feiman tribe." Zhang Ze, who was hiding aside, made up a story through the mouth of his golden elixir.

"May I know your surname, old man?"

The old man retreated a distance, wanting to run but afraid of the muscles of the golden monster in front of him. After hesitating for a long time, the old man stumbled and said, "My surname is Qiang, and my given name is Hou. You can just call me Qiang Hou."

A powerful marquis?

This name also sounds familiar.

At the same time, in the northern border Prince City.

The young monk, wearing a brand new outfit, was sitting in the VIP seat under the podium. Beside him were his new friend from the Ayasim tribe and his sister.

The hand of the possessed snow leopard was tied to a chair with a chain and was breathing out continuously.

People came into the venue one after another.

When the demon emcee lady on the podium saw that everyone was present, she spoke loudly.

"Now, we warmly welcome our Prince City's Little Demon Lord. The Marquis will deliver an important speech regarding the Bone Shadow sighting."

Amidst warm applause, an old man named Qiang Hou walked up to the podium with a cane.

(End of this chapter)