Can you really be the God of Wei?

In June, Luoyang is exposed to the sun, which is much deserted than before.

But the bleak clouds above the city seem to be lingering like ghosts seeking life.

A man wearing a hat and gauze on his face hurriedly walked to the door of a restaurant and knocked on the door:

"Shopkeeper, please open the door."

A sound came from the restaurant soon:

"Customer, there is no food in the store!"

"Shopkeeper, help me, there are ghosts outside, please let me go in and avoid it."

"Where did the ghost come from? What the hell?"

"Female ghost."

“How many female ghosts?”

“Eight thousand female ghosts!”

The closed door of the restaurant finally opened a gap. When I saw clearly that there was indeed only one person outside, someone poked his head out and looked around.

Then I opened the door and opened it a little more: "Then please ask the guests to come in and avoid it."

The man entered the restaurant and took off all the clothes outside, including hats, and so on.

Then someone soon brought a brazier and threw all these things in and burned them clean.

"Customer, please, please, the water has been boiled."

When the man followed him to clean, a friend brought water to the ground and started mopping the floor. At the same time, a pungent smell filled the store.

After the man who had broken his hair and cleaned it up and changed into brand new clothes, someone took him to the back hall of the restaurant.

A handsome man was sitting there waiting:

"Sir, please sit down. I wonder where the eight thousand female ghosts are now?"

"It's already in chaos!"

While answering, the man took something out of his arms and put it on the table.

The handsome man also took out something from his arms and put it on the table.

The two things are tightly matched and not bad at all.

Then the two of them put away their things tacitly.

The handsome man bowed and said:

"When you are in the thief's cave, you have to be careful. How dare you ask your surname?"

"I have no name for his surname, Han, his name is Long, and his name is Huayong. I dare to ask if it is Mi Langjun in front of me?"

"Someone is Mi Zhao."

"I've met Mr. Mi."

Hearing the title of Han Long, Mi Zhao's expression was dazed for a moment, and Ji Er sighed:
Chapter completed!