"Um!"

Zhang Jialiang nodded, his face full of sadness.

"How come you have photos of Zhu Xunuo when he was a child?" I asked curiously.

Zhang Jialiang said, "Xu Nuo is my disciple. Of course I have a photo of her. This girl is different from my other eleven disciples. She is the only person I have seen since childhood. She only comes to my Taoist Palace to practice every winter and summer vacation. Although she practices for a short time, she is the highest talented and skilled technique."

Zhu Xunuo's personality is already pleasing. When Zhang Jialiang talked about Zhu Xunuo, he also showed a look of pride on his face. However, thinking that Zhu Xunuo's life soul was damaged, Zhang Jialiang's face was replaced by another worry.

Seeing Zhang Jialiang like this, I returned the photo in my hand to Zhang Jialiang and said, "Host Zhang is going to look for the wood-eating monster this time, probably for Xunuo!"

Zhang Jialiang sighed first, then said, "Yes, it's all my fault. We could have caught the wood-eating monster a year ago, but unfortunately I was careless and didn't take action personally. Instead, I asked my ten disciples to go. I pity my ten disciples to die in a bad life..."

As he said that, Zhang Jialiang's eyes turned red and he continued, "Including Xu Nuo who was unconscious, I, Jingmingdao, have only Wen Yuan, a disciple."

While listening to Zhang Jialiang's words, I counted: "If you say so, Jing Mingdao has a total of twelve disciples?"

"Yes, is there any problem?" Zhang Jialiang raised his head and looked at me in confusion and asked.

"Why is Taoist Wenyuan different from what you said? Taoist Wenyuan told me that you only have eleven disciples of Jingming Dao!" I said.

Zhang Jialiang was stunned for a moment and said, "Wen Yuan made such a mistake? He was the first person to come to Jingming Dao, so how could he remember it wrong?"

"Maybe you remembered it wrong?" I looked at Zhang Jialiang tightly and said, "Host Zhang, think about it carefully, how many people are there in Jingmingdao?"

After listening to my words, Zhang Jialiang began to think about it. The more he thought about it, his brows became tighter and tighter. In the end, he actually covered his head and his expression became ferocious.

I was afraid that Zhang Jialiang would have problems, so I saw this and quickly grabbed Zhang Jialiang's hand and said, "Host Zhang, don't think about it if you can't remember."

call!

After my intervention, Zhang Jialiang let out a long sigh, looked at me with confusion in his eyes and said, "Strange, it's so strange. I don't even remember whether we Jingmingdao are eleven or twelve."

"If you don't remember, don't think about it, Chairman Zhang, the delay now is that we are going to Mr. Zhou's cemetery!" I said.

Zhang Jialiang was stunned for a moment, looked down at his watch, and said, "Go so early?"

"It's getting late. There may be something wrong with Mr. Zhou's cemetery. You have to hurry up, otherwise it will be too late." After that, I pulled Chairman Zhang to walk out of the door.

When passing by Wenyuan Taoist’s room, Zhang Jialiang was about to knock on the door and call Wenyuan Taoist. I grabbed him and said, “Don’t call him!”

"What's wrong?" Zhang Jialiang looked at me in confusion and asked.

"To be honest, I suspect you are a disciple with some problems!" I said.

"How is it possible? I have raised him since I was a child, so there will be no problem." Zhang Jialiang said.

"Didn't you say that Xunuo is the only one you have seen since childhood?" I forced Zhang Jialiang out of the hotel and said to him.
Chapter completed!