Having left that ancient mansion, Lin Zhenghui felt much more at ease, at least he wouldn't have to deal with those walking dead plastered with spirit talismans.
Who knew if they would suddenly go crazy and attack him.
At the exit, Yang Muer, the 36D headlight beauty of a Taoist priestess, was still waiting for them.
Holding a chicken roll in hand, she slowly munched on it, waving excitedly at Lin Zhenghui and the others when she saw them.
"How did it go?" Yang Muer asked eagerly as she ran up to Lin Zhenghui.
But Lin Zhenghui didn't answer her, instead, he just made an OK gesture, indicating that he had received the so-called inheritance.
Seeing Lin Zhenghui's gesture, her face broke into a smile.
She stuffed the half-eaten chicken roll into Lin Zhenghui's hand and said, "Here, eat this. Wu Meier and the others made it, and it's absolutely delicious."
