Vulgar Master Chapter 114

The God of Biebao, the vulgar **** of the Hunting Temple in the Beima Mountains outside Guan, has the wonderful ability to search for treasures.

According to the information obtained by Xu Baihua from the Bureau of Archaeology, the Shuiting Villa District was a cemetery before the development, where a temple owner who had been dead for decades was buried, leaving a relic of the temple here.

When Xu Baihua was talking to Zhang Shun at supper just now, he let God Biebao come out to investigate, he was using God Biebao's ability to find the deceased **** in the temple.

Killing the dead god, bursting into the dirt.

This is the main method for the government to get dirty and open temples to invite gods before the game. Of course, its inefficiency can be imagined. In the early days of the establishment of the Archaeological Bureau, behind every dirty show was the blood and sweat of many people for many years.

Now, after several generations of hard work, the conditions are much better, and there is rich information about the dead **** to come out. Xu Baihua came over based on the information, let the **** Biebao activate his ability, find the specific location of the god, and plan to take this Pretend to be dirty to Zhang Shun.

Originally, the treasure-hunting ability of God Biebao had sensed that ghost just now, but he didn't want to, and suddenly disappeared.

Xu Baihua opened the door and got out of the car, and watched, in the water garden villa area under the night, I don't know when, there was a thick fog that quietly filled the air.

Xu Baihua looked at the fog, frowned slightly, the body temple unfolded, and the vulgar gods appeared. He took the whole family bucket of KFC fried chicken for supper and offered to the vulgar gods in the body temple and said:

"Master Huang Thirteen, please come out and show me what's going on, Na Na Long, and give me some pointers on what's going on here."

The fried chicken in the bucket of the whole family quickly rotted and was eaten to the fullest. In Xu Baihua's Wujiaxian Temple, there was a burp, followed by a rustling practice, and the last wave of pointing gestures, probably meaning two things. Words:

"No way."

At that time, Xu Baihua wanted to say: "Master Huang Shisan, please give me back the fried chicken.

Tsk, gossip is gossip. After all, it is the vulgar **** of his temple. Xu Baihua himself knows that the Thirteenth Huang will not eat for nothing and do nothing for nothing, that is, he really can't see this.

Yes, Xu Baihua turned and got into the car and told Zhang Shun to change the place. Today, there are experts in this place, and the things they wanted collided with. Anyway, I have other information about the temple of the relict in my hand. conflict.

Zhang Shun scratched his head when he set fire to the car. Although he didn't know exactly what happened, it seemed that Xu Baihua gave in to others today.

Of course, Zhang Shun didn't know the abilities of the gods in Xu Baihua's temple, but Xu Baihua himself knew the greatness of his own master Huang Thirteen. The last time he gave the result of "nothing", it was the Archaeological Bureau who organized manpower to make the next big one. The ancient secular gods were taken from the tomb, and the result was that the entire army was wiped out. No one came out of the large tomb. So far, the large tomb is still hanging without knowing the reason.

Therefore, Xu Baihua saw "Nothing" again this time, so he didn't even inquire much. Since there is an expert in the fog that Mr. Thirteen Huang doesn't even understand, if he wants to pretend to be dirty, just give it to him, and don't mix it up. And, run away... No, you just need to humble him.

Xu Baihua still had the same expression on his face, but the trembling hands when he got into the car and closed the door were clearly his real mood.

In this way, the polling bureau's car drove away from the villa area.

In the dense fog in the water garden villa area.

Buzzing, the chainsaw roared, and the organs in the water leaked to the ground. The blessings from the massive bleeding and the Xiaohong sacrifice blessed He, who was covered in injuries.

The dead soul of the Blessed Reporter has not known how many times he has fallen, but after being cured by the increase of the talisman and the dry food for beating the dog, he stood up again, his voice was hoarse, but he was still under the control of the calamity's flag. , for the final tear.

Zhou Bawa carried the fog-calling lights of the ferryman from Huangquan, and watched the terrifying battle scene in which the fierce fighting took place for seven or eight minutes in the thick fog, and the various organs of the intestines and thighs flew wildly without stopping.

In the end, the two little guys were extremely reluctant to cooperate and killed the indescribable absurd evil thing in the fog.

This is still the most difficult time for Zhou Bawa to fight against other profane gods since Zhou Bawa had a vulgar **** in the temple.

Fortunately, in the end, he won. After the death of the temple owner, this dead **** who had been wandering out of control for decades disappeared, leaving only one person pretending to be dirty.

"Burying the gods and pretending to be dirty (cherishing and pretending to be dirty), belonging to: the market, rivers and lakes, funeral temples, proficient in the ritual of funeral and burying people, after the blood of the grain eaters is consecrated, they can cultivate and hatch people with the ability of 'burying the earth for safety' vulgar god."

Tsk, Zhou Bawa remembered what two colleagues in the ministry had talked about during the dinner party. This high-end villa area was a cemetery that was concealed by developers decades ago. He can probably guess what happened. .

Decades ago... how long ago there were temple owners, secular gods, and the "Pretending to be Dirty".

Zhou Bawa put away and pretended to be dirty. When he was thinking about it, the surrounding fog was slowly fading away.

The duration of Huangquan Fog Lights is not long, only 10 minutes a day. Just now, it took seven or eight minutes to solve the dead **** who wandered around in the middle of the night and ripped off his famous brand. Time is running out now.

Zhou Bawa put away the fog lights, and when the fog was about to dissipate, he found Ran Qiuran who had just "strayed" in the fog.

Everyone wondered why there was such a big fog all of a sudden. For the sake of safety, I told everyone to gather back. This time, the game of tearing up the famous brand was also disturbed, so everyone went back to the villa.

In the evening, the students in the student union were drinking and playing cards and flying chess in the villa, and the ps5 was playing video games on the TV. Young people's party night, not necessarily what they had to do, but staying up late.

Zhou Bawa is not so energetic. He just had a fight with a dead god, which made him a little tired. He was looking for a room in the villa to rest.

Open a temple to invite gods, although the common gods bear most of the damage and consumption, but after all, they are the organs connected by the blood of the temple master. The organs are burdened, and some states will definitely reflect on the temple master, just like the believers of the Lord of Life and Death The time of the drop, Zhou Bawa's body suddenly felt uncomfortable, and it took a long time to recover, but she was still very tired.

The fastest way to relieve and cure this kind of fatigue is to let the gods go to burn incense and the goddess of heaven and earth to recuperate. The gods are the four beams and eight pillars of the human body, supporting the new backbone of the human body. Decline, then people decline.

Zhou Bawa handed the injured Hei and Jin to the incense-burning girl's Dongtianfudi, who will take care of them and recover. They will recover in one night, and they will be brought back tomorrow morning.

After all these things were dealt with, Zhou Bawa took out the old **** who defeated him just now, and the newly obtained pretended to be dirty, and consecrated the god.

Chapter end