Mr. Xie, please respect yourself! I am your grandfather's ancestor.

late at night.

Mr. Xie suddenly sat up from the bed, his breathing a little rapid.

He hurriedly turned on the light, picked up the phone on the bedside table and started making a call.

When I called, it showed that the other party was on the phone.

"Huh? Who is this old man calling so late at night instead of sleeping?"

While muttering this, he changed another person to fight.

"Huh? Why is the line still busy? Old man Zhan isn't sleeping either?"

Little did they know that at this moment the other three were also sitting on their beds, holding their phones and wondering.

How do I call someone but the line is busy?

Finally, Mr. Xie got through to Mr. Bai on the phone.

Who knew that the other party would start by saying what he wanted to say.

He was stunned for a moment, "Are you dreaming too?"

There were sporadic voices coming from Mr. Bai's side. He must have left the bedroom to make a phone call in order not to disturb Mrs. Bai.

"Yes, I dreamed of a man who claimed to be the King of Hell, saying that he was the second-generation master of Xuanyue Temple and our ancestor, and then - then -"

"Then, I'll borrow money from you?"

Mr. Bai was silent for a moment. "Yes, he borrowed RMB. He said he wanted to build a golden statue for the ancestor and asked us disciples to contribute. As for the money, he will pay for it."

Mr. Xie was also speechless for two seconds, and then asked him: "Were you calling someone else just now?"

"Well, the lines are all busy. I guess that's because we are all calling each other. That's why. Those two should have had the same dream." Old Master Bai concluded directly.

If the four of them all had the same dream, then it would be basically the same.

The second generation of the master.

The ancestor's disciple.

Their master.

Is he the King of Hell now? ! ! !

Now Mr. Xie and the others have no idea how to describe their feelings.

Finally, I summed it up in one sentence:

Their Xuan Yue Temple is simply awesome!

Will the four of them be able to dominate the world of metaphysics from now on?

In the world of the living, you have your ancestors to protect you, and in the underworld, you have your master.

After all this time, these four are the biggest winners in life!

Master Lu raised his hand and said, "Wait! I'm the only one who noticed this. Doesn't Master know that the ancestor is still alive?"

After hanging up the phone, a few old men sat in the study in their pajamas and started a video chat.

"I remember that according to the records of Xuanyue Temple, it was her disciple Situ Yan who determined that the ancestor had 'passed away'. It was he who spent most of his skills to help his master maintain his youth, and then used all the strength of the temple to open the formation." Master Zhan elaborated on the deeds of the masters of the temple who had passed away.

Mr. Lu scratched his head and said, "Then when the ancestor just woke up, he struck..."

He stopped talking abruptly, but the others knew what he was talking about.

It was nothing more than that when the ancestor just woke up, she went to the back mountain and chopped off her disciple's grave. Her disciple now claims to be the King of Hell, the head of the underworld, that's all.

"Well, so what if he is the King of Hell? The ancestor is the ancestor. Can he really go against the will of heaven and justice?" said Mr. Lu with his chin raised.

Old Master Xie rolled his eyes at him, "Junior Brother Lu, you've missed the point. Now we need to tell our Grandmaster Yan Wang that his master is still alive, and that his grave was chopped down by his own master!"

The words fell.

Everyone in the video seemed to have pressed the mute button at the same time and fell silent.

A minute passed.

Two minutes passed.

In the end, Mr. Lu was the first to give up.

He yawned loudly and said, "Forget it, let's not think about it anymore. Let them solve their master-disciple issue by themselves. I'm sleepy, so I'm going to sleep first. I have to get up early tomorrow to have breakfast with the ancestor!"

After saying that, he quickly slipped away without waiting for the other three to scold him.

One of them ran away, and the remaining three old men also failed to find the answer.

I simply don't want to think about it anymore. They are old and can't stay up late. They need to go to sleep.

As for whether to tell the ancestor or not.

Didn’t Lu Heng say that the ancestor is now working overtime to deal with the mountain ghost issue, so it’s better not to tell her such a bad thing.

Let's tell her when she's done with her work.

At this moment, Si Tong, who was completely unaware of this, was sitting in the office lobby of Bureau 709 and yawning!

The people in front of him were discussing heatedly.

The topic is whether to keep this Xiao ghost.

The affirmative debate team held the view of staying.

The opposing debate team held an opposing view, advocating that all these things that only harm people should be eliminated.

Of course, there were a few people present who were just joking around and maintaining a neutral attitude.

Among them, Si Tong is one of them.

Oh, by the way, Bai Yichuang, Lin Jingting, Wen Hongying and others also hold a neutral attitude.

In fact, the so-called neutral attitude means that Si Tong and others are just watching the fun.

After all, the final decision-making power lies in the hands of these leaders.

"It's time for a midnight snack, grilled crayfish with iced milk tea!"

Xin Fan came in carrying two large handbags and invited everyone to have a midnight snack.

This is what Bai Yichuang just asked him to buy.

The leaders are quarreling with them, and they can’t miss the midnight snack while watching the fun.

When Si Tong heard that there would be a midnight snack, his eyes lit up. He didn't even bother to look at the excitement and went straight to the crayfish.

No one likes gloves once they are put on!

Fan Shilin and others, who were arguing until their faces turned red and their necks became thick, also smelled the spicy and fresh aroma, and swallowed their saliva while arguing.

"The number of mountain ghosts is very small. Gudong. If we send all of them to the underworld, Gudong, then the interns or newcomers will be completely clueless like me when I encounter these things. Gudong. It is better to keep them so that everyone can study and observe their habits. Gudong..."

Fan Shilin turned around twice, glancing at Si Tong and the others from the corner of his eyes. "No, it's too dangerous no matter how I think about it. Is there a place at the headquarters that can hold monsters? The methods used to deal with ghosts won't work on these monsters!"

Deputy Director Xin: "But this opportunity is too rare. Didn't the consultant say that there are only a few species and there is only one of each. This may really be the last species in the world!"

"Old Xin is right. At headquarters, if there are no conditions, we can create them. Don't we have cages specifically for imprisoning monsters? It's only a matter of time before we build a prison." Director Ke echoed.

Fan Shilin shook his head, "No, I still don't agree. Cut the grass at its roots. They are bloodthirsty by nature, and now they have become intelligent. Keeping them will eventually be a disaster. What's more, you forgot about the Ba! If that thing advances, the land will be scorched for thousands of miles!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the others fell silent.

Yes, it’s better to be safe than sorry. What if?

They cannot take risks with the lives of Chinese people, not even a single one!