After asking the address where Ma Chuxia's body was parked, Huang Xiaolong hung up the phone. Although he was in a murderous craze, he had already calculated the disaster that Ma Chuxia had suffered.

Moreover, he is the one who solved this disaster.

With psychological preparation in advance, Huang Xiaolong was not panicked at all.

At this time, Xia Ying, Miao Erfang, and Zhou Mi were all beside Huang Xiaolong.

"That...that goddess...is it...that really...that?" Miao Erfang was shocked. "Master Xiaolong, you are really good at predicting things, and you have no choice."

"Dead." Huang Xiaolong said lightly.

"Ah, such a beautiful lady, it's such a pity to die." Zhou Mi looked regretful.

"Didn't I say that even if a person dies, I can save him." Huang Xiaolong smiled sarcastically. "Let's go, hurry up."

Xia Ying also said, "Xiaolong, I'll go there with you."

At this moment, the four drove to the late Metaphysics Society in Dong'an City.

It is a manor with unique environment in the suburbs, green mountains and clear waters.

Huang Xiaolong had a great driving skills. In less than half an hour, he arrived at the manor.

At this time, the atmosphere in the manor was extremely gloomy. There was no place that revealed a sad mood.

A group of backbones of the Metaphysics Society at the gate had been waiting for a long time. After Huang Xiaolong parked his car, they surrounded Huang Xiaolong like stars and took Huang Xiaolong to the place where Ma Chuxia's body was parked.

Now, as soon as Ma Chuxia dies, the Metaphysics Society is in a situation where there are no leaders in the group. In this way, this force will inevitably be annexed by other major forces.

When I walked into the villa, I saw many members of the Metaphysics Society coming, with a panic expression and a nervous heart, as if I had even been sucked in my back.

Ma Chuxia has a very strong Taoist Dharma and is also a master of ancient martial arts. It is the spiritual pillar of the Metaphysics Society. Now, once she dies, the sky and the earth are undoubtedly falling.

"Master... Alas~" The old Taoist who had been on the phone with Huang Xiaolong had his eyes red and swollen from crying. The resentment and resentment in his eyes was really hard to describe. "Master, when the president was dying, he... had told me..."

"Hmm? What's the last words?" Huang Xiaolong smiled.

"The President said that in the future, Master Huang Xiaolong will be in charge of the Metaphysical Society... We must all obey your orders and follow your leader." Several backbone members said in unison.

Well, when he was dying, Ma Chuxia entrusted the Xuanxue Society to Huang Xiaolong.

"The President said that her Taoist arts for you are actually amazing. I hope you can fulfill the President's wishes and do not let the Ma family's efforts for many years turn into a pile of sand and eventually be hunted by powerful people. All the wealth and resources of the Metaphysics Society belong to the master and distribute them." The old Taoist cried.

"Oh, this is too troublesome, I'm too lazy to care about it. Let my wife manage it by herself in the future. I'll just take care of her." Huang Xiaolong smiled.

These backbones don't agree with it.

Although I know that Huang Xiaolong’s Taoist art is against the will of heaven, no one has been able to cure dead people from ancient times to the present.

The best ending now is indeed Huang Xiaolong takes over the Metaphysical Society.

Soon, we arrived at a hall.

There are many Taoist priests and Taoist nuns in the hall.

I saw a woman lying straight on a wooden bed, covered with white cloth, looking lifeless.

"Oh~ I have been so passionate since ancient times that I am sad about parting, and I can't be neglected in the Qing Autumn Festival. Where can I wake up from this night? The willow bank, the morning breeze and the waning moon. After years, it should be a good time and a beautiful scene. Even if there are thousands of styles, who can I tell you!" At this time, a man's voice started to chant a poem with a sour voice.

Huang Xiaolong looked at it and saw that he was a man wearing Armani casual clothes. He was about the same age as Ma Chuxia. His body was filled with power and his eyes were cold, and he had a swaying aura.

But he has a horse face and is not handsome.

"Huh? Who is this guy? I haven't seen this person in the Metaphysics Society... In terms of Taoism, it's similar to my little wife. I just haven't practiced ancient martial arts." Huang Xiaolong was slightly stunned.

If you don’t brag or not, Ma Chuxia’s Taoist technique will naturally be defeated when encountering Huang Xiaolong, and there is no room for struggle and resistance. But compared with other Taoist priests in China, they are already top-notch.

The man in front of him who was reciting poems was actually competing with Ma Chuxia in terms of Taoism. He was probably not an unknown person.

"Master, this person is called 'Zhuolengzhou'. The Zhuo family has been a family that has inherited Taoism from ancient times, just like the Ma family. Hundreds of years ago, there was a saying that the Zhuo family and the Ma family were equally matched. The two families had a bit of grudges and entanglement. Later, the Zhuo family gradually became weak, but the Ma family flourished and founded the Metaphysics Society. The two families had an agreement. The descendants of each generation had to compete for Taoism. The main one was the Zhuo family's

Descendants challenge the descendants of the Ma family. If the descendants of the Zhuo family can win, then... the Ma family needs to surrender. If the Ma family is in charge of the family, and the descendants of the Zhuo family are male, they will become husband and wife... After so many years, the Ma family has won all the battles between the two families, and the challenges of each generation of the descendants of the Zhuo family ended in failure. However, it is said that this generation, the descendants of the Zhuo family, Zhuolengzhou, and Taoist masters are amazing talents, and they are geniuses among geniuses, coming in full force..."

"Originally, the president made an appointment with Zhuo Lengzhou, the descendant of the Zhuo family. Today, he fought to resolve the grudges between the two families. As a result... this happened...ah~"

"Oh, that is to say, this horse-faced man comes here to challenge my little wife today. If he wins, he will be married to my little wife?" Huang Xiaolong was slightly angry.

"That's right...that's exactly~" the old Taoist said wailingly.

At this time, Zhuo Lengzhou said proudly. "I didn't expect that President Ma Chuxia would actually die. Everyone, people cannot be resurrected. Please be mournful and follow the changes. God is jealous of talents, and God is really jealous of talents."

With this statement, the hall was even more crying and mourning.

Suddenly, Zhuo Lengzhou's voice changed, "However, the grudge between my Zhuo family and the Ma family must be settled! Now that President Ma Chuxia has died, I hope that the Metaphysics Society will send someone else to fight with me! If I win by chance, then the Metaphysics Society should submit to me!"

As he spoke, Zhuo Lengzhou's eyes showed a greed and hot look, and he was full of ambition!

The hall was silent.

All the people in the Metaphysics Society stared at Zhuolengzhou with their angry and dissatisfied eyes.

The old Taoist who led Huang Xiaolong in said angrily, "You are taking advantage of the situation! Humph! Do you want to make a fortune by making a fortune?"

"Hahahahaha" Zhuo Lengzhou laughed wildly, "No, no. First, I have already said that the Metaphysics Society can send someone else to fight with me. If I lose, I leave without saying a word. This is a fair contest, but I don't take advantage of it. Second, even if President Ma Chuxia did not have an accident, she will not only marry her and become a wife, but this Metaphysics Society will also belong to her!"

"Okay, don't say much nonsense! Who can replace President Ma Chuxia and fight me? Stand out!" Zhuo Lengzhou was indeed extremely rampant.

"Wait" Huang Xiaolong took a step forward.

"You?" Zhuo Lengzhou smiled proudly, looking at Huang Xiaolong with disdain, as if he was looking at some insignificant little person. "You represent the Metaphysics Society and the Dead President Ma Chuxia, fighting with me? However, I advise you to get out of here. If you want to compete with me, it is a humiliation for yourself!"

Upon hearing this, all the people who have the Metaphysics Society look at Zhuolengzhou with a strange look.

Causing humiliation by oneself?

Damn...Who is taking self-inflicted?

Huang Xiaolong’s void brings thunder, and looks like a god. When discussing Taoism, he is even many times higher than Ma Chuxia. It is simply unfathomable.

Unexpectedly, Zhuolengzhou was talking big and pretending to be arrogant here.

This is simply an idiot!

Xia Ying, Zhou Mi, Miao Erfang, and the three of them couldn't help but want to laugh!

They all know Huang Xiaolong a little. Often, the more harsh you pretend to be in front of Huang Xiaolong, the more painful it will be when you are slapped in the face!

"I won't talk about the battle for the time being. I'll save my little wife first." Huang Xiaolong walked towards the bed where Ma Chuxia's body was parked with a smile.

"Hahahaha~ People have been dead for almost an hour, do you still want to save them? Hahahahaha" Zhuo Lengzhou laughed to the sky, as if he had heard the ridiculous joke in the world.

"Who said that people cannot be resurrected after death?" Huang Xiaolong looked serious.

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Chapter completed!