The speed was very fast, and when the two Land Rover followed, the ghost weapon ship had already flew to the west for a long time.

"Brother, why did that old man suddenly change his face?" Chang'an sat on the gourd and asked with a strange look on his face as if he was running away.

You know, they have been listening to the conversation between Lord Zhong Kui and them just now. Isn’t they just want to ask them if they want to live in the Nandian?

Don’t my friends say this often? I don’t feel that something is wrong!

The hometown stood on the gourd and thought about it and said, "Chang'an, we are still children. Just listen to the adults' words. We don't know their thoughts. It may be that their brain circuits are different or not."

When Chang'an heard this, he thought for a moment: "Well, brother, what you said makes sense!" But they are still children, so they don't care about so much, as long as they are happy!

On this side, the ghost ship drove forward at almost full speed for about an hour before slowing down slightly.

Xu Shu looked at the direction gradually moving away from the South Palace, breathed a deep breath and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. At that moment, he was really worried, what should he do if the South Palace didn't let them go?

However, that Lord Zhong Kui really dared to say anything! He looked back at the team members behind him and found that it was okay, but no one was left behind.

Before leaving this trip, Lord Hell had specially reminded him to take all the team members back safely, if the ghost crew was stubborn and unwilling to go back.

Even if the legs are broken, even if they are not broken, they must be taken back. Especially Bai Wuchang, he must not fall into other halls. Xu Shu slowly turned his back and quietly rubbed his stiff face.

This team leader is really not easy to be! Alexander! Alexander!

Since the ship started, no one has spoken. Xu Shu also took this opportunity to think about it. If someone else's hoe was too powerful, Lord Hell, what should he do?

At present, in the underworld of the South Palace, Zhong Kui returned from the ghost vessel ship, began to draw on the documents in front of the table, looking at the various expenses in front of him, and sighed a long sigh.

I am afraid that after a while, I will start to live a variety of saving lives. He is hesitating whether to think of some ways to make money?

Otherwise, it will not only be painful, but it will not be a solution if this continues to last for a long time!

In the teahouse.

"Come on, let's be quiet first."

"The last time I read the book, I know that the skills and skills of the South Palace are very outstanding. Whether it is the wings flying in the sky, the skin that keeps changing color, or the clothes with flames, it is so diverse and varied!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he slapped the awakened wood in the storyteller's hand and slapped the table hard. In an instant, all the ghosts in the teahouse were stunned.

I didn't even drink the tea at my mouth.

"This time let's talk about what happened after Jiang Wuchang arrived in the Ghost Market."

"I heard that there is such an athletic platform in the ghost market in the South Palace. If anyone goes up, he will accept the challenges of all ghosts. You may not know that this athletic platform is extraordinary and cannot be used by anyone."

"I heard that any ghost who goes up will suppress the ghost energy in the body. It is no exaggeration to say that if it is a dragon, you have to keep it for me."

As soon as he finished speaking, some ghosts in the teahouse said curiously: "Then how can they compete?"

"This guest asked well!"

The storyteller continued to say repeatedly: "What is the best thing in the South Palace? Of course, it is the martial arts and skills. I believe everyone knows a little about this."

"They will definitely be better than this when they come on stage and compete. It depends on who is better at it. The one who stays behind is the recognized overlord of the ghost market... very mighty."

At present, the ghosts in the teahouse listened attentively, which was very exciting.

A girl with a cat squatting on her shoulders was also among them, supporting her chin with both hands. Thinking about it, it has been nearly a month since she set off since her senior.

Listening to the outside world, it looks so wonderful and interesting.

South Palace.

The senior must have learned a lot of things this time. After listening to the storyteller explaining various interesting skills, Zhang Linlin raised her hand and asked.

"Sir, you have said so much, has Jiang Wuchang come on stage?"

As soon as the words were finished, a ghost was echoing, "Yes, did Jiang Wuchang appear? Think about such a wonderful occasion, how could Jiang Wuchang be missing."

At the entrance of the teahouse.

Yushu was pulling his father and fat man kept walking in. As soon as he entered the door, he heard everyone mention Uncle Jiang's name. Yushu hurriedly pulled his father to find a seat and sat down.

"Dad, listen quickly, they are talking about Uncle Jiang!"

The fat man said helplessly: "Hey, you said you asked me to accompany you to go out for a walk. I've been here to listen to that guy after a long time!" Thinking about it, this kid, he finally had a day off.

As a result, he actually asked him to listen to how Jiang Chen's glorious history was outside. It was really a bit unhappy in his heart.

"Waiter, come and put on melon seeds." said the fat man.

Then there was another snap. The storyteller's hand woke up a row of wood, and the fat man's hand shook, and the melon seeds fell off.

"Hey, listen carefully!"

"I saw the champion knocking down all the challengers who came up, and then glanced at Jiang Wuchang and hooked his fingers at Jiang Wuchang. What is this? This is clearly a ghost messenger in our East Palace!"

Soon, I saw Xingmu put down on the storytelling line, looking confident: "But Jiang Wuchang has never competed on the athletic platform for the first time when he came to the South Palace. He didn't know the situation very well, and he had never learned the exercises and moves of the South Palace!"

"You guess, how should he win?"

At this time, the fat man was holding a handful of melon seeds in his hand and no longer ate them. He was worried about Jiang Chen, but found that there was no sound in front of him. When he looked up, he found that the storyteller didn't speak and just stood there with a smile.

The fat man was a little anxious and said hurriedly: "What's behind? What's going on behind?"

Why don’t you say it? You’ll lose your links at critical moments. Isn’t this a terrible thing?

Unexpectedly, Storyteller said: "If you want to hear it, you must give money later!" When the ghost in front heard it, he threw the money into the bowl next to Storyteller.

In this industry, I also have to make a living. There is also a ghost next to me who gave me some money. Seeing this, the fat man pushed his son with his hands and whispered.

"This, we just came in and heard a few words, so we started yelling to give money! What money do we want to give him? I want to be a frightened person!"
Chapter completed!