Starting from Hong Kong in 1988!

In Xu Guangkun's view, there is only one way to deal with a show of force: be even fiercer and more aggressive than them!

If we give in, they'll want even more!

Not to mention he was always putting on airs.

He pointed to the dripping table. "You expect me, a living person, to sit in a pile of stagnant mud and water?"

The general didn't speak immediately; he remained silent, seemingly lost in thought.

After a long while, he said, "It was my oversight, Water Ghost, go and get the monk a new table."

"General..." The water ghost covered his face, from which yellow and white fat had been pulled out, his face full of resentment.

"I'll tell everyone!"

The general emphasized his words.

The water ghost glared hatefully at Xu Guangkun, then covered its cheek and staggered out.

In no time, a brand-new table and cushion were placed in front of Xu Guangkun.

He had just sat down when the general gave a clear shout.

"Let the feast begin."

The words had barely left his mouth.

The melodious sounds of traditional Chinese string and bamboo instruments meandered and lingered in the hall.

Several blurry ghostly figures rose from the spacious hall and danced gracefully.

As time went by, their faces gradually became clearer.

Mature, green, turbulent, and fruitful.

She wore a gossamer-thin dress.

Dressed in alabaster-colored gown, adorned with touches of crimson, her eyes sparkled with life as she danced and leaped, leaving a trail of fragrance in her wake…

The ghosts and monsters at the table stared wide-eyed, occasionally swallowing hard.

Even Xu Guangkun, a self-proclaimed well-informed modern man, was somewhat surprised.

This scene is something that probably few people, apart from real estate tycoons, have ever seen.

"This…"

He turned to look at the general, only to realize with a start that the other man had been silently observing him.

It had no head, but its body silently turned to face him.

Xu Guangkun was no longer in the mood to watch the dance. He composed himself and questioned directly, "General, was this all just a simple invitation for me to watch a dance?"

"The monk is certainly impatient." The general chuckled twice, then waved his hand, "Step back, bring out the wine and food!"

The food was certainly not very good.

In general, apart from the bowl of vegetarian noodles in front of Xu Guangkun, everyone else had their own heart, liver, kidneys, and spleen in front of them.

Xu Guangkun really didn't want to think too much about what kind of creature's organ it was.

suddenly.

"This servant will serve you."

A voluptuous geisha emerged carrying a wine jug, bowed gracefully to Xu Guangkun, and said, "Master."

The four words were uttered with a thousand turns and twists, delicate and charming, and then she extended her watery eyes forward.

Even the finest steel can be transformed into something as soft as silk.

However, Xu Guangkun was also heartless, and waved his hand, "No need."

The geisha seemed to be deaf, leaning against Xu Guangkun on her own, and picked up the wine pot and wine cup with her delicate hands.

The amber-colored liquor, accompanied by an exotic aroma, slowly poured down. She raised the full glass to Xu Guangkun's lips.

"This century-old monkey wine is said to prolong life, enhance mental clarity, and boost spiritual power. Wouldn't the Master like a cup?"

"A full glass of wine harms the liver, a full cup of tea harms the body, don't you know that?" Xu Guangkun said expressionlessly, "Get out of the way!"

How could he dare to eat or drink at this damn banquet?

After dismissing the dancers, Xu Guangkun looked up again: "General, I don't want to play games with you. I have other matters to attend to, so let's cut to the chase."

"Can't you even wait for a meal?"

"I can't wait."

The banquet instantly fell silent after those words were spoken.

The starving ghost, who was stuffing food into his mouth and whose mouth was dripping with oil, glared at Xu Guangkun: "You sorcerer, the general values ​​you highly, yet you are so ungrateful."

Xu Guangkun gave him a cold look: "If you fucking utter another word, I'll beat you to death."

"you!"

The starving ghost choked for a moment, stood up to make a move, but was pulled back by the geisha.

"Since the sorcerer has something to say, I'll get straight to the point." The general, unconcerned with their argument, organized his thoughts and slowly asked, "How did you find my haunted place, hidden in the cracks of reality?"

"Secret Techniques".

"Which sect do you belong to?"

"Small and humble family".

Why do you have no magical aura?

Xu Guangkun gave the same answer: "Secret technique."

The general, unsure whether to believe him or not, continued, "You said you've come to visit me. What brings you here?"

"Whenever I arrive in a new place, I first visit the local ghosts, and then use the guise of exorcising demons to swindle money. Of course, I always get a reward afterward."

Xu Guangkun could easily come up with eight hundred lies like this, and he was confident that he could answer any question the general might ask.

"Yeah?"

The general gripped his wine glass tightly. "So you're saying you're a heretic?"

"certainly."

Xu Guangkun nodded without hesitation.

"You are a heretic..." the general emphasized, abruptly standing up, "Why is your aura so upright and peaceful, yet you still use thunder talismans and spirit-communication talismans!"

He stepped down from the platform, stretching his three-meter-tall body, and walked to Xu Guangkun's table, shouting, "I think you've just wandered into a ghostly realm, knowing you're no match for me, and trying to deceive me!"

A huge shadow loomed over him, as if it were about to strike at any moment.

Xu Guangkun placed his hand on the purchase function on the panel, but sneered, "General, who says that unorthodox methods can't use orthodox talismans?"

"Is that so?" The general's voice was somewhat cold. "How can you expect me to trust you? If I let you go, what am I supposed to do if you bring reinforcements?"

Proving oneself is not an easy task, especially since Xu Guangkun was completely clueless about the methods used by unorthodox practitioners.

Therefore, I could only grit my teeth and continue, "General, have you ever heard the saying, 'Once suspicion arises, a crime is immediately established'? Even if I use unorthodox methods, you will still try every means to suspect me. In the end, it will still be a battle of wits, resulting in mutual destruction."

The general was silent for a moment. "What you say makes sense, but I won't feel at ease until it's verified. I'll believe you if you use unorthodox methods."

"How do you want me to prove it?" Xu Guangkun asked.

The general uttered a single sentence: "Use whatever you unorthodox methods know: creating beasts."

.....

Xu Guangkun certainly wouldn't create livestock, but the panel would.

Spells 20, magical artifacts 30, and talismans also 30.

Xu Guangkun couldn't learn magic in a short time, let alone magic artifacts, as he couldn't activate them without magical power.

Only the talisman remains as an option…

It's 30 o'clock again...

"What do you want me to do?"

Xu Guangkun shrugged. "Creating animals requires human beings; he can't very well create himself."

"You really are an impatient person."

The general went outside, and soon he brought back a fluffy sheep.

This sheep is unlike ordinary sheep; it doesn't look dull at all. Instead, its pupils are round and its eyes are lively.

Xu Guangkun frowned.

It wasn't because of the sheep's eyes; there are too many legends about the creation of animals. He knew it was a human the moment he saw the sheep.

He frowned because of the sheep's actions; it bleated loudly the moment it saw him.

Then he bends his hind legs and kneels down, raising his front hooves to the side of his head, raising the front half of his body and then bending down again, repeating this process several times.

Three kowtows!

"Master, this guy actually wants you to save him." The starving ghost kicked the sheep that was still trying to kowtow, laughing loudly, "Wishful thinking, a fool's dream."

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