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"Lord Yama," the little monk said as he walked over, "I'm not good at martial arts, so I can't cure that female benefactor's soul, but I think my master can. Why don't I bring that female benefactor to see her?"

I nodded my head. This little monk has outstanding cultivation skills. His master might be a hermit master or something. Seeing that I agreed, the little monk carried the body of the Howling Celestial Dog and placed it back into the large bathtub.

I looked up and saw the camel squatting on the ground, holding the body of the plane in front of it.

After all, these people died because of me. I am responsible. Besides, this guy on the plane is a nice guy, and I was going to use him. Just as I frowned and wondered if I should go against the heavens again and save them, White Impermanence suddenly said, "Hehe, hey, Lord, these people are all undead in the Book of Life and Death."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Hehe, that is to say, the Book of Life and Death shows that these people are not dead yet," White Impermanence said.

"That is to say, if I revive them, even the ninth heaven wouldn't mind?" I said, pleasantly surprised.

Black and White Impermanence nodded at the same time. "Hehe, it's like that!"

"How could this be?" I'm still a little worried.

"Hehe, perhaps because it involves matters between the celestial realms, the Book of Life and Death could not predict that these people would die here, so it shows that they still have a lifespan," White Impermanence said.

"In other words, the Book of Life and Death could never have predicted that an immortal would suffer if they fought amongst mortals." I had always thought that the Book of Life and Death was omnipotent.

"Hehe, it should be like this. The Book of Life and Death only deals with mortal matters. It only deals with mortal matters related to retribution and longevity."

"That's good, that's good," I said as I walked over to see that the camel's brothers and mercenaries had been hit by a car or cut to pieces.

When he saw that the camel was still crying, he was annoyed. He kicked the camel's butt, "What's the use of crying, go find some water for me. See how I revive them!"

Hearing my words, the camel raised its head in surprise. "The dead can be saved?"

What I should have seen today, what I shouldn't have seen, the camel saw it, I didn't want to hide it from him anymore, "Nonsense, your father's other identity is Hades, I'm the one who said those words!"

The camel looked at me with wide eyes. Today, the supernatural things had confused the camel, but behind me stood the real Black and White Impermanence, whose image was the best advertisement. He could not help but be skeptical. The Black and White Impermanence were normally in the mortal world and normal people would not be able to see them. However, because the magic technique had been broken by the filthy object, ordinary people could see them. Once they were gone, it would take some time.

When I saw him still squatting there, I kicked him again. "Did you not understand what I said, or did you not hear me clearly? I — — am — — Yan — Wang —"

Only then did the camel wake up from its stupor and run out the door. Just as he ran out, he turned back, "Yan …" Yan … Elder Brother Snake Yan, what did you say just now? " The camel is the same as Mu Dajian, I don't even know what to call me anymore.

"Elder Brother Snake Yan, f * ck, what a strong person can be worthy of this title." "Let's just call it Elder Brother Snake," I said, knowing that the name Hades in the mortal world was only a name to be used, not on the surface of my lips.

"Get me some water," I said.

The camel immediately nodded its head in agreement, and then ran out, "No need, there's one here," said Mu Dajian. He pulled out half a pure-water bottle from the trunk of the SUV left behind by the Howling Celestial Dog. People with cars usually throw bottled water into the trunk in case they need it. Don't say it, Mu Dajian was meticulous and was the person who did the most important things.

I poured a bottle of water into the beer bottle and told them to put all the missing arms and legs together. Then, I dipped the water in the bottle and tapped them one by one. Saving a group of seven or eight people was the same as saving a group of people, and saving a group of mercenaries was the same as saving a group of people. At the same time, saving a group of seven or eight people was the same as saving a group of people.

At the same time, my entire body feels lofty and lofty. The vulgar aura coming from my bones has disappeared as well. In its place is a holy aura. My entire body feels like it has been bathed in the holiness and gentleness of the Guan Yin Bodhisattva. Amitabha, may I ask how much pork is one catty?

What a bunch of nonsense. The wounds on the corpses lying on the ground were healing at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye. Their chests rose and fell, and just like that, they were dead.

There were more and more strangers in the black and white camp, and they didn't want to stay any longer. Since their invisibility had also recovered, I ordered them to return the souls of the sect members to their bodies and wipe away their memories before leaving. As for those sect members, after their memories were erased, they would probably have to put on their pants and start learning how to conduct themselves.

After the Black and White Impermanence left, those fellows woke up. I couldn't be bothered to explain to them whose side it was to be thrown to. He would do whatever he had to say and do what he had to do.

Mu Dajian held onto the little monk's hand, and continued to say something. I leaned over to hear it. It turns out that he wanted the little monk and his master to go to Mu Dajian's house.

The young monk was at a loss again. Should he go or not? I think that it makes sense. With Mu Dajian, the rich one, the little monk and his master would no longer have to be poor to eat or buy medicine. Thus, he interrupted, "Of course, I'm going."

Ever since he saw me save the dead with his own eyes, the little monk has treated me with reverence. I told Mu Dajian a few more things. When Mu Dajian heard that the little monk's master was seriously ill, Ma Shan patted his chest and promised. He would definitely ask the best doctor to cure the little monk's master's illness. Guaranteed Denton abalone lobster, sea cucumber shark fin, pure silkworm silk quilted with fine fur, European beef French red wine. Hearing that, I was stunned and almost wanted to ask him if I had received such treatment.

After speaking a little more, I told the camel to put the plane on a few cars and they were about to leave after Mu Dajian and I left each other with their cell phones. These fellows were still alive, but judging from the blood that was splattered all over the ground, it was clear that they had lost quite a bit of blood and were in dire need of recovery.

Suddenly, a figure like lightning appeared in front of me, causing me to shiver in fright. This time, I had completely run away.

Eh, I actually forgot about the foreigner. When this fellow saw the magic treasure he was so proud of get smashed into pieces by the beer bottle, he fainted. Now that he woke up, he blocked my path and started to speak.

Mu Dajian acted as the temporary translator. foreigner's intention was to ask me to study the beer bottle for him. He wanted to see what it was that was actually more powerful than ten Hellfire Missiles.

I quickly shook my head. I have a lot of enemies now, and there's no limit to the blood and lives of heroes. I'm relying on the beer bottle to survive.

foreigner also said that his company had a rule: If someone could break that "Pandora", they could return the money they spent to buy the box. When Mu Dajian heard this, he immediately said that he would give a hundred million dollars to me.

My heart hasn't been working well recently, so when I heard Mu Dajian's words, I immediately felt that my heart blood supply was insufficient. However, this 100 million yuan wasn't easy to get. He had to go to their Sky Network Corporation's US Headquarters to demonstrate it and gain the recognition.

The heck, could it be a trap? An image appeared in my mind: I was wearing a suit and walking confidently onto American soil, and just as I stepped out of the airport gates, a group of Black Man s came and pinned me to the ground. On the backs of these people were written the words FBI, and they took my beer bottle, and then they locked me up in jail, along with a group of Negroes, and every day my chrysanthemum blossomed. When I thought of this scene, my legs immediately went limp. However, for the sake of a hundred million US dollars, even if my ass was blown off, it was worth it. I still agreed to it.

foreigner bowed with all his might in excitement, and before my hand even touched the beer bottle, my eyes darkened with emotion and I fainted again.

Both sides got an SUV, the camel drove the rest of us out of the warehouse, leaving the rest of the business to Mu Dajian, which was originally his company's warehouse. might have to gift those few clan members with Psychiatric Hospital. I am ashamed of myself for temporarily adding a few more mentally ill people to the country who are unable to take care of themselves and occupy public medical resources, and I will pay attention to them next time.

Sitting on the car, he realized that the warehouse was not in the city, but on the mountain peak outside the city. It was huge, just like the castle, it was all warehouse owned by Mu Dajian's company.

Reaching the Village Chen, there was still a sea of people at the convention. Although the Howling Celestial Dog's power had not arrived yet, there were already some scumbags at the assembly who were scouts of the Celestial Dog Gang. The moment he entered the Village Chen, he discovered that the people who usually lined up at the entrance of the village to buy paper goods had all disappeared. There was a sign at the entrance of the village saying that Paper-man Zhang's family had matters to attend to and would temporarily suspend business.

The Paper Doll Shop gate was tightly shut, and I went up to knock on the door. The shop was filled with camel's subordinates, all of them had serious expressions, holding onto all sorts of stuff as they guarded the two sides of the door, preparing for the Howling Celestial Dog's Celestial Dog Gang attack.

The camel called for people to carry the somewhat weak aircraft into the room. Paper-man Zhang had already come out to welcome them after hearing the news. There was no comrade-in-arms hug, no moving words, not even a hint of excitement in his eyes.

Paper-man Zhang tilted his head and looked at me, "Have you eaten?"

"No, not for three days," I said.

"Oh, I was just casually asking. I just finished lunch, so you can wait for dinner," the old thing said, looking like he was about to die.