Chu Chao found the name somewhat familiar. After a moment of daze, he suddenly came back to his senses.
Zhang Jishi was a peerless genius. At fifteen, he had mastered the medical texts passed down by his ancestors; at eighteen, he entered the Imperial Medical Bureau; at twenty-five, he became the Imperial Medical Commissioner; and at thirty, the Spirit King personally bestowed upon him the title of "Saintly Healer." He became famous for a time.
Even Ye Lijiang, one of the original core supporters of his, failed to make the rankings under such results.
After getting off the private jet, the two men carried the three golden suitcases containing imprisoned fierce ghosts down from the plane and headed straight into the airport.
That eerie figure was still standing there, indistinct in the darkness, utterly motionless and unresponsive.
Hearing this, Lord Xinling felt suffocated! Dizzy! It was like facing a beauty with her legs spread wide, or seeing countless gold nuggets laid out before him for the taking.
The instant the pale ghost domain invaded the gate, the glass of a window on the fifth floor of the post office building exploded. An eerie shadow stood there, with the hem of a vintage black robe hanging out of the window.
"Really? Then you're very lucky..." Before Qin Ruxue could finish, she suddenly broke into a violent cough, and her breathing became extremely rapid.
Bai Jiuniang extended a jade-like hand, and a burst of force shot from it, slamming the furnace lid shut.
Everyone immediately followed this path. They encountered nothing along the way, not even fox droppings; they had stepped on some on the path they took earlier.
Xing Yue could not find another topic to divert attention, so she could only lower her head and keep the man before her