Urban Horror House

A pretty girl came to the haunted house all the way.

After two live broadcasts in a row, he has made a lot of money, which is already very enviable.

In the end, there was a show operation.

She directly joined Zhang Xiaobo's teacher and became Chen Sixian's second female disciple in history, and the only female disciple!

This is the little junior sister who plays a very important role in martial arts novels, and can lead to many side plots!
An existence that must not be messed with.

Of course, these are not important.

There are a lot of so-called junior sisters in many martial arts novels, even fairy tales, but they are not heroines, at most they are female supporting roles.

Zhang Xiaobo didn't care too much.

But who would have expected that the female supporting role in traditional novels would get together with the big boss behind the scenes, the invincible master?
Zhang Xiaobo knew that his master was young, but his status was extremely high, and his origin was mysterious. He possessed incomparable strength and could even manipulate ghosts. Even Yu Ji and others would submit to him!
He is simply the tallest, richest and most handsome!

This is not a novel for men, it is clearly a cool article for women!
The heroine is highly talented and very strong, but the hero is taller, tougher, stronger and invincible!

Strong enough to fight the landlord with God!

For a moment, Zhang Xiaobo fell into deep disappointment.

He felt that he had failed as a dispensable male supporting role.

"Junior Sister, Master, you two are developing too fast, why don't you give me, Senior Brother, a chance! I don't even have many roles!"

Zhang Xiaobo looked up at the roof, feeling that he had seen the ceiling of life, and muttered to himself.

But after all, he still admired Zhang Xihui so much that he couldn't help but bow down.

This strange woman, with unparalleled talent and unparalleled luck, is probably the mistress of the entire haunted house in the future, his mistress!
It's not good at this time, when will we wait?

And Xiao Ling'er, who was standing aside, looked at Zhang Xiaobo whose expression was changing wildly and his eyes were constantly messed up, and then heard him chanting words like "little junior sister", "master", and shook his head helplessly.

Today's young people, thinking is too dangerous.

What master and junior sister, this kind of routine Internet articles are not popular at all, okay?

What is popular now is the flow of life, so be relaxed and freehand!
There is no such thing as bitterness and hatred, killing the enemy and cultivating, and even the protagonist doesn't have to come out?

Otherwise, why hasn't Big Brother Chen Sixian come out after such a long time?
All you need is rhythm!
"However, according to the novel, the rhythm seems to be a bit slow now. If readers read it, they will definitely say that the author is in a life-threatening water plot again. The big brother should also appear?"

Xiao Ling'er was muttering in her heart.

Chen Sixian, who was walking towards here, couldn't help but sneezed.

"Who scolded me?"

Chen Sixian touched his nose.

……

The screen turns around.

At this moment, the gate of the ticket office was suddenly knocked quickly.

The three people standing in the ticket office looked towards the gate at the same time.

And Zhang Xiaobo and Zhang Xihui looked at each other at the same time: "Master?"

Xiao Ling'er's eyes flickered for a moment, and her pupils looked a little unkind.

Boom boom boom!
Seeing that no one opened the door, the knocking on the door became louder.

"Who?"

Zhang Xiaobo frowned and asked, his master would not knock on the door like this.

Zhang Xihui on the side was also a little unhappy about this.

The sign outside has already written that the business hours will start at [-]:[-] in the morning, please wait patiently.

Whether it was yesterday or today, people were waiting in line outside.

Why did someone suddenly knock on the door frantically, and the speed was getting faster and faster?
"Open the door, hurry up!"

There was an impatient voice outside.

Zhang Xiaobo said: "It's not time to open the door yet, please wait a moment."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a curse from outside.

"Stinky boy, do you know who is coming here this time? If you don't open the door again, be careful that I will smash your broken haunted house! Let's see if you dare to be so arrogant?"

Zhang Xihui frowned, glanced at Zhang Xiaobo, and asked, "Senior brother, what should we do now?"

"What can we do? Open the door first and see who is so arrogant!"

Zhang Xiaobo laughed and cried, and opened the door.

Standing outside was a middle-aged man wearing a black vest and camouflage pants.

The muscles of this man's whole body are like the roots of an old tree, intertwined in a crisscross pattern, comparable to many professional bodybuilders.

And behind him, there are several old men who are dressed differently, but all have a strong aura, and there is a faint glimmer of light in their eyes, which is shocking.

"Ancient warrior?"

Zhang Xiaobo just glanced at it, and he had already made up his mind before opening the door.

Zhang Xiaobo, who has now become a ghost cultivator, although he has not been reborn, he also knows many mysterious things in this world, such as the existence of ancient warriors, which is one of them.

In addition, Chen Sixian also told him about some ancient warriors before.

Instantly understood the identity of the person in front of him.

This tall and strong middle-aged man is an ancient martial artist, and the old men behind him are probably even masters among ancient martial arts practitioners!

Because Zhang Xiaobo didn't feel much threat from this middle-aged man.

On the contrary, it was those old men who gave him a feeling of fear.

It seemed that standing not far ahead were not just a few old people, but a fierce tiger covered in human skin!
As long as these old guys unleash their full strength in an instant, even a group of elite US Navy SEALs will instantly turn into corpses and be instantly killed alive!

And Zhang Xihui also felt the difference between these people, but she still couldn't tell where the difference was.

"You are the boss?"

The middle-aged man stared at Zhang Xiaobo unkindly.

"No, I'm an employee, and I'm also the boss' apprentice, but my master is not here now, and I'm going out to do important things."

"I have to abide by the rules set by Master. I will not open the door until eight o'clock in the morning. The time will be up soon. Please wait in line with you and the people behind you."

Although Zhang Xiaobo was dissatisfied with his attitude, he still showed a professional smile.

The old men listened, looked at each other, and laughed.

An old man with a goatee said in a low voice: "Little brother, the rules are determined by people. Now that your boss is not here, you are the boss or his apprentice. You can make the decision. Just open the door and let us go in."

As soon as he finished speaking, a chubby old man answered, "Yes, we all came from afar. If you say something that is not very pleasant, it is a distinguished guest. You can't neglect it!"

And Sun Zhiwei, who was wearing a suit, said with a gloomy face: "Rules are dead, people are alive, they say respect the old and love the young, you can't let us old guys suffer here, because you suffer?"

"Boy, let me tell you, if something happens to us old guys, you can't afford it! Don't make me talk nonsense!"

Zhang Xiaobo frowned, looked at several people, and did not speak.

Just because he doesn't speak, doesn't mean others don't speak.

The middle-aged man got the order, directly raised his hand, and slapped Zhang Xiaobo's shoulder heavily, showing a ferocious smile.

"Boy, don't push your nose on your face. Those behind me are all big shots with hands and eyes. If you offend them, you will have no good fruit to eat!"

"They came here because of your face, and what you value is your identity. Quickly step aside and let us pass!"

"Your master may have a lot of energy, but you, a small employee, are not considered bullshit. You'd better do as we say, otherwise you won't know how to die!"

Zhang Xiaobo glanced at him, then continued to shake his head calmly.

"No, no, no, this rule has already been set. As an employee of the haunted house and a disciple of Master, I must not make an exception because of you!"

The voice is powerful, neither humble nor overbearing.

A mere ancient martial artist is not enough to make him afraid!
Now that he has become a ghost cultivator, he no longer pays attention to ordinary ancient warriors, let alone this is still in his master's territory?

Is there really someone who is short-sighted and dares to confront his master?
Isn't that courting death?
What if these people don't have eyes?
Then give it a try, Zhang Xiaobo has practiced for so long, but he really hasn't touched anyone, so he happened to take this person for surgery!

"My cultivator, why fear a battle!"