Where did he learn this Taoist technique from Yan Hongye? Yan Hongye was passed down from Yan Chixia, the descendant of Xuanxin Sect. He just made this name avatar, but he didn't know if there was this sect in the Xuanmen of the Chinese Martial Arts World?

When Huang Kai heard this, he turned into a gust of cold wind and disappeared in a flash. When Su Hang saw that he entered the funeral home, he did not rush down and just waited on the edge of the mountain.

It took about ten minutes before Su Hang saw Huang Kai coming out and led him down the mountainside to the funeral home.

This funeral home is not as old as imagined, and ghosts have thoughts. They just don’t have physical bodies. Who is willing to live in the garbage dump? Especially the place where the ghost king lives.

The sign of the funeral home was broken, and there was a little ghost handle at the entrance of the big iron gate. There was a square in the entrance, and there were also many ghost soldiers patrolling back and forth in the square.

Except for the buildings that were a little mottled, the rest of the places were still neat. Under the moonlight, several large chimneys were still pointing straight at the sky. I didn’t know how many people ascended to heaven from here.

"Master, please come here."

Huang Kai led the way forward and led Su Hang into a barely new building. Su Hang couldn't help but sigh that these ghost cultivators were doing too badly, and their living conditions were simply unsatisfactory.

When you enter the building, there is a unique world. Should you say it is magnificent or magnificent. The decoration in the building is very luxurious, with floor tiles that reflect people's shadows, marble pillars surrounded by two people, spacious halls, golden walls, and two young girls in uniforms at the front desk.

This place is not like a crematorium, but like a five-star hotel lobby. Obviously, it is all transformed from ghosts.

Huang Kai went to the front desk and said, and the two girls heard this, looked up at Su Hang, and then pointed to a golden gate behind him. Huang Kai led Su Hang to the gate.

"I am a stranger, but I am very brave. I dare to come here."

"Yes, I heard that he is a Taoist priest. Could it be that he is here to make trouble?"

"Creating trouble? Our king is so powerful, who dares to come and cause trouble?"

"That's right. Judging from his age, even a Taoist priest is just a little Taoist priest."

"It's a pity that I don't look very good. Otherwise, hehe..."

"You little slut..."

...

The whispers of the two front-end girls came from behind. Su Hang smiled bitterly in his heart. It turned out that some of these ghost-making people were so silly.

Pushing open the door, full of golden light, what hits you is an passionate song, the appearance music of the famous gambling movie "God of Gambling".

Entering the door is a spacious hall with many people in the hall. There is a large table in the center, four people sitting around playing mahjong. There are ghosts watching next to them, and there are a few girls sitting next to them.

It was like a casino. The atmosphere was very lively.

As soon as Su Hang entered the door, the music stopped immediately. The ghosts looked at the door, including the four people playing cards, and also looked at Su Hang.

Huang Kai had already shrunk his neck, obviously scared by the scene, so he hurriedly ran over and knelt down at a man above, "King, the man has arrived."

When Su Hang looked, these ghosts looked no different from ordinary people. If they were ordinary people, they would definitely not notice that they were the same.

The man above looked like he was fifty or sixty years old. He had a fat head and big ears, a big gold chain on his neck, a nouveau riche dress, and his eyebrows were flying, giving people a feeling of being a philanthropist, and his ninth-grade ghost master's realm. This should be the century-old ghost Zhuang Tianhu.

The three people who played cards with him were all in their thirties and forties. One was tall and thin, nicknamed Yaoji, a short and fat man, named Wang Tiao, and was known as Tong Boss, and the remaining one was a fat woman named Wan Lu, known as Wan Erniang.

These three are the three ghost generals under Zhuang Tianhu, and they all have the realm of ghost masters.

Su Hang's arrival only made the atmosphere a brief silence. Zhuang Tianhu did not seem to take Su Hang seriously, but instead called on him to continue playing cards. His thick fingers pressed the button on an old radio by the table, and the music of "God of Gambling" sounded again.

Su Hang couldn't help but sweat. This was a weird old ghost. He even had a background sound when playing a card.

"I heard that you are from Xuanxin Authentic? The best Xuanmen Dao Sect in the world can be ranked first, my surname is Zhuang, but I have never heard of Xuanxin Authentic Authentic." Zhuang Tianhu played cards while talking, and played a card, and asked several people on the table, "Have you heard of it?"

Several people shook their heads.

Zhuang Tianhu looked at Su Hang, "Boy, to be honest, where did you come from?"

Su Hang smiled indifferently, "The Ghost King is indeed as wise as a torch. My name is Su Hang. We are a casual cultivator in Rongcheng. We are also neighbors. I heard that the Ghost King Zhuang is famous, so I came to visit him."

"It turns out to be a casual cultivator." Su Hang's compliment seemed to make Zhuang Tianhu very happy. Zhuang Tianhu accepted it happily. When he heard that Su Hang was a casual cultivator, he even more contemptuous. "I heard that little ghost next to you say, you have some ability. You dare to break into me alone, and you are not very brave. I think you won't just visit this, tell me, what's the matter with me?"

He was completely condescending, and his words were full of contempt. It could be seen that this old man Zhuang was quite arrogant and never even looked at Su Hang directly.

Speaking of this, Su Hang did not avoid it, "I came here tonight, one to visit my neighbors, and the other, the day before yesterday, the little ghost under the Ghost King did a great job in Rong and captured a new ghost from Rong. I came here, wanting to ask the Ghost King for it."

After the words came to an end, Zhuang Tianhu was holding a card in his hand and couldn't play it for a long time, and his face became a little unsightly.

"Oh, Master Zhuang, it seems that this guy is here to provoke a gang." At this time, Yaoji spoke, sarcastic, obviously adding to the fire of Zhuang Tianhu.

Zhuang Tianhu frowned, the atmosphere was a little frozen, and he looked up at Su Hang, "Boy, what do you mean is that you lost a little ghost and want to find me to go back?"

"It's probably what it means, please give some thin face to the Ghost King." Su Hang said politely.

"Hahaha……"

When Zhuang Tianhu heard this, he suddenly burst into laughter, and the ghosts around him laughed endlessly, as if he had heard the funnyest joke in the world.

"Brother, are you here in the wrong place? You actually asked our Master Zhuang for someone?" The fat mother Wan Erniang, while digging her nostrils disgustingly, grinning at Su Hang, "The entire ghost cultivation world in Shu is respected by our Master Zhuang. In this Rongcheng realm, no matter who he is, as long as he becomes a ghost spirit, he will be under the jurisdiction of our Master Zhuang. You little Taoist priest don't know that the sky is high and the earth is strong, and you actually interfere in our ghost realm. Are you too brave?"
Chapter completed!