Demon Recovery: Heavenly Master Descends! The beginning inherits the heavenly master’s degree

The reverberating voice disappeared in the elevator.
Su Zhennan’s stiff body suddenly regained his intuition, his legs went limp, and he slumped down on the ground.
He was pale and sweating profusely. He took out the evil spirit talisman from his clothes with trembling hands, and let out a long breath.
Because he hid the talisman in his clothes, the effect of the talisman was not triggered until he was in danger.
Fortunately, there is this talisman.
Otherwise, he would definitely die in this elevator today!
Ding……
The elevator door opened.
Outside the elevator door, a middle-aged man was talking on the phone anxiously.
“Butler Su, the elevator won’t open. The chairman seems to be inside…it’s open!”
The middle-aged man was Su Zhennan’s driver. Seeing Su Zhennan slumped on the ground, he quickly ran into the elevator.
“Chairman, are you okay?!”
Supported by him, Su Zhennan stood up and after a moment of relief, he waved his hand.
“fine.”
With the support of the driver, Su Zhennan got into the Rolls Royce worth tens of millions.
Still in shock, he kept looking at the talisman on his neck.
He found that the cinnabar handwriting on this talisman was much darker and blurred than before!
After realizing this, he remembered what the female ghost said just now, his pupils constricted for a while, and he quickly picked up his mobile phone and called the housekeeper Su Dongsheng.
“Uncle Su, quickly find a way to help me contact Zhang Tianshi.”

“Also, immediately investigate which construction site the grave was dug out of!”
“There were two ghosts trying to kill me just now. They said that I dug their family’s ancestral grave…”
…
The next day, early in the morning.
Zhang Beixuan woke up from the hotel last night.
He changed into a Taoist robe, washed up, and walked out of the room.
The one he replaced was directly thrown into the trash can by him.
In the spider cave yesterday, he tore that body up and used it as a mask.
So he is going out now to see where he can get another suit.
By the way, buy a mobile phone.
In today’s society, it is really inconvenient not to have a mobile phone.
However, it is not difficult to buy a mobile phone, but it is a little difficult to find a place that sells Taoist robes.
Stepping on Qingyun Baihe road shoes, Zhang Beixuan only felt that he was lighter as a swallow.
Under the backdrop of this pair of road shoes, his demeanor is much more refined.
However, this also made him very eye-catching when walking on the street.
“Taoist!”
“He’s really a Taoist priest, but he looks so young, isn’t it some kind of cosplay?”
“It doesn’t look like it.”
“What’s different?”
“It doesn’t feel like it. I feel like he’s a Taoist priest, and…he’s so handsome! (stars in his eyes)”
“Shit, you nympho, can you stop being sick to a Taoist priest? You go back first, I’ll get a contact number, no, I’ll go to the toilet…”
Zhang Beixuan came to a shopping mall. Although eight or nine o’clock is not the peak time for customers, there are still quite a few people.
Along the way, everyone looked sideways at Zhang Beixuan, and then whispered.
Zhang Beixuan turned a blind eye to everyone’s discussions.
Taking the elevator to the third floor of the shopping plaza, Zhang Beixuan finally found the sales area for electronic products.
And watching Zhang Beixuan walk into the sales area, the salespersons were also a little confused.
A male salesperson in his thirties greeted Zhang Beixuan and asked, “Sir…do you want to buy a mobile phone?”
He was a little hesitant, whether to call him Mr. Zhang Beixuan or Daoist Zhang Beixuan.
But in the end, he chose to call him Mr.
Zhang Beixuan nodded: “Yes.”
“Then you see, here is the type that I personally think is more suitable for you. Each model has a strong signal, and you can easily make and receive calls even in the mountains, and the standby time is super long, and the ringtone is super loud…”
Listening to the salesperson’s explanation, Zhang Beixuan looked in the direction of the counter he pointed with his hand.
But after seeing clearly the type of mobile phone in the glass cabinet.
The corners of Zhang Beixuan’s eyes twitched violently.
Because, the salesperson recommended it to him…
It’s an elderly machine!
mmp.
Who do you look down upon…
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