Wang Zhuo knew how difficult it was for Qiu Shu, and secretly lamented that he had no luck with Lightning Thunder Fist, and said with relief: "Qiu Uncle, don't blame yourself, it's because I didn't have the chance."

Just when the two of them were ready to fail, Uncle Qiu noticed that Lei Zu in the sky seemed to have said something.

Then General Qing Lei and General Shi Lei, who were guarding Lei Zu, turned into two divine lights and fell from the sky into the inner chamber.

The two generals grabbed Uncle Qiu's arms, one on the left and the other on the right, and controlled him to continue tattooing spells on Wang Zhuo's back.

Wang Zhuo said hurriedly: "I have trouble getting up, so I thank the two generals for their help!"

The two generals said: "Don't dare!"

The sound was like a thunderous explosion, making Uncle Qiu dizzy.

When Uncle Qiu finally woke up from his dizziness, he found that the talisman had been drawn unconsciously by the two generals controlling his arms.

The thunderclouds in the sky gradually dispersed, indicating that the gods of the Thunder Department had returned to the palace.

Wang Zhuo asked: "Uncle please, can you see if there is any blood on my back?"

Uncle Qiu's throat was a little dry and he said with difficulty: "Without blood, it's just like drawing with ink."

Wang Zhuo's back had now turned into a flowery back, and most of his back was covered with densely packed spells.

He looked for a mirror and looked at it. It seemed that he would have to dress more tightly from now on, otherwise others would think he was part of a gang.

After putting on his clothes, Wang Zhuo said: "Thank you for your hard work, uncle. I didn't bring any cash when I went out. I will transfer the red envelope to you from my account when I get back."

Uncle Qiu wanted to know the origins of Wang Zhuo's apprenticeship, and it was so grand to get a tattoo, but in the end he didn't ask.

He just waved his hand and said: "I almost cheated you. If you want to thank me, go to Leizu Temple to thank me."

Wang Zhuoqi asked: "Is there a Lei Zu Temple in Xiangjiang?"

Uncle Qiu said: "There used to be some. Now most people in Xiangjiang have gone to believe in God. Taoist temples have lost their incense and are gradually closed. Now I remember that there is only one Lei Zu temple in Tai Mo Shan. There should be other places.

It’s gone.”

Wang Zhuo secretly thought it was a coincidence. He was going to Tai Mo Shan tonight. It seemed that everything had its own destiny.

After leaving the game hall, Wang Zhuo bought some drinks and took the car back home, where he found Sister Jiajia sweating profusely.

"You came back from a run? You're all sweaty."

Sister Jiajia said helplessly: "There was such a loud thunder just now that I thought it was going to rain, so I ran to the rooftop to collect my clothes. Who knew it wouldn't rain just because of the thunder! I hung up my clothes one by one, and I was exhausted!"

Wang Zhuo stuck out his tongue, "It's my fault."

He quickly offered the silk stocking milk tea and said: "Lao Jiajia, the beautiful lady, come, please accept my child's filial piety!"

Sister Jiajia took a sip and said: "You still remember that I like Laoji's milk tea, so you still have some conscience. By the way, you were not at home just now, and a young agency girl came by. She seemed to be eloquent, so she stayed

Got the number. Don’t there still be a few vacant rooms in the building with little lighting? Then you can rent them at a cheaper price."

Wang Zhuoqi said: "Aren't you at home? Why didn't you register directly?"

"It's not what you said. Have you taken care of the building's future affairs? Do you think that being a lessor means just asking for rent?"

"Okay, let's talk about it tomorrow. What time does Zhenzhen get off work? We'll pick her up around the same time."

"us?"

"I made an appointment with Xiaoling tonight, and our family will go out for dinner together."

Sister Jiajia's eyes lit up, she went up and hooked her son's neck, and said with a smile: "Young man, there is something in your words! Are you and Xiaoling? Huh?"

"Don't ask so many questions now. You'll find out in the evening. Sister Jiajia, where are you going to eat tonight? I made a fortune recently, so you don't have to save money for me."

"What kind of foreign wealth? Isn't it just the monthly rent?"

Wang Zhuo took out his wallet and yawned. The wallet shook accidentally and a row of gold cards hung down.

At dinner time, Jiajia and her son went to school to pick up Zhenzhen and went to Ming Court Restaurant in Mong Kok.

"Sister Jiajia! Zhenzhen! Here!" Ma Xiaoling waved to the three of them.

The three of them came forward and sat down. Wang Zhenzhen said, "I'm sorry, Xiaoling, I made you wait for so long just to pick me up."

Xiaoling smiled and said: "I just came here too."

Wang Zhuo said: "We eat as a family, so why do we go out to see others?"

Ouyang Jiajia stretched out her hand to hold Ma Xiaoling's hand and said with a smile: "Yes, we are all a family. Xiaoling, have you ordered the food?"

Ma Xiaoling always felt that Sister Jiajia looked at her with ambiguous eyes and there was something in her words, and her face couldn't help but heat up.

She glanced at Wang Zhuo, didn't this guy tell his mother everything?

“I haven’t ordered yet, waiter’s menu.”

Not to mention that Wang Zhuo and his family were having a gathering in the restaurant, talking and laughing.

Near the Jiajia Building at the same time.

There is a small park for people to do activities, and it was here that Ping's mother passed away.

Although he knew that his mother had jumped in line and was reincarnated because of Azhuo's face, Luo Kaiping still came here every night with paper money to burn, even if Ping's mother had no use for it, just as a thank you to the two Yin officials.

"I knew you would regret it and choose to help your mother escape. You know, sometimes it's better to die than to live like a walking zombie."

Luo Kaiping raised his head, and in front of him stood the woman who had given him his unjust blood.

Luo Kaiping has slowly awakened to the wisdom of his previous life, and he has practiced the Maoshan technique taught by A Zhuo, and now he has some magical power.

He could feel that the woman in front of him was definitely not simple, but he could not detect any evil, demonic or fairy energy in her body. She seemed to be just an ordinary person.

What on earth is this? It's coming to harm me. If Azhuo hadn't intervened, his mother and son would have almost been destroyed.

Now that his magic power is low, he cannot take action rashly, so Luo Kaiping simply uses a trick to find out the other party's details: "Who are you? Why do you want to help me?"

The woman looked lonely: "Me? I'm just a doll that can be manipulated at will, a poor guy who wants to die but can't. I help you because I think you are very similar to me."

Luo Kaiping did not raise his head and continued to burn the paper money and said: "Life is so hard, and death is so joyful. Most people want to live before it's too late. This is the first time I've seen someone say that they want to die but can't."

The woman's eyes turned strange when she heard this, and a pair of fangs slowly stretched out her lips: "Of course you are an ordinary person and cannot understand the pain of wanting to die but not being able to die. If you think it is wonderful to live all the time, I can help you again."

Luo Kaiping secretly grabbed the seal and said: "In order to send my mother to reincarnate, I have given her the reincarnation quota. After I die, I will be a lonely ghost. It makes no difference to me whether I live or die."

The woman fell silent and retracted her fangs.

Luo Kaiping continued: "In fact, who in the world is not a doll at the mercy of fate? There is only one life and only one choice. Once you make a mistake, you will have to bear the consequences. Who dares to say everyone's fate?

It was not arranged by God."

The woman is none other than Mirai Yamamoto. She is a zombie with the unique Japanese secondary brain circuit, and her mind is filled with all kinds of sad philosophies of life all day long.

As for those who like philosophy, there are generally only two types of people. The first type is the gangsters, who make up the majority, and the second type is the 250, who make up a small part.

Mirai Yamamoto belongs to that small group.

Her ex-boyfriend, Shingo Domoto, had different ideas with her. After they broke up, she came to Xiangjiang alone to relax, and met Luo Kaiping, a man who had the same experience as her.

Originally, I just thought that the other person was a poor guy like myself, and I wanted to use him as a test subject in my philosophical project.
Chapter completed!