Chapter 242 (1/2)

”I don't know. What can I do for you?”

Zhang Junshan, the head of the family of Zhang Jia, knelt on the ground like a pug, respectful and pious.

If this scene is spread to the outside world, I don't know how many Chins it will startle.

”We have found a way to open your ancestral land of Zhangjia.”

The figure shrouded in the black fog spoke slowly, with a hoarse and gloomy voice.

”What? Really? ”

When Zhang Junshan heard the speech, he couldn't help shaking all over. He suddenly raised his head, and a pair of wolf like eyes immediately burst out terrible light.

Shock, ecstasy, unbelievable!

There is also the kind of ambitious ambition and desire that rippled in the bottom of my eyes.

Zhang Junshan is a person who yearns for strength and status. He is selfish. More than 20 years ago, he did not hesitate to frame his own brother in order to escape the blame of the family and the throne of the owner.

Even in order to gain more power, even the family can sell.

”I don't know how to open the ancestral land of Zhangjia?”

After the excitement, Zhang Junshan took a deep breath, quickly calmed down, and then looked at the figure shrouded in the black fog.

”Blood! A lot of blood, your Zhangjia people's blood, the purer the blood, the better, that is, it's best to have as much blood as possible. ”

”If you sacrifice the stone gate with your Zhangjia people's blood, maybe you can break the seal on it and open the treasure of your zhangjiazu land.”

The figure shrouded in the black fog said in a cold and ruthless tone.

”Sacrifice with my Zhangjia blood?”

Zhang Junshan couldn't help but change his face when he heard the speech. It goes without saying what this means.

”How many people do you need?”

A struggle flashed across Zhang Junshan's face, but it was immediately replaced by a touch of ruthlessness.

”Kill three hundred people first. It's best to be legitimate.”

The figure in the black fog said coldly, as if the lives of a hundred people were as insignificant as a hundred ants in his eyes.

”Three hundred people are still my own family. I'm afraid there aren't so many people even if they kill all my own family.”

Although Zhang Junshan was prepared for it, he was shocked by this number. As an ancient martial family, everyone has the talent to practice martial arts. This is a group of real elites, so the population is certainly not as prosperous as the secular world.

The whole family of Zhang Jia has only more than 200 people, less than 300 at all.

Although Zhang Junshan was cruel, he couldn't help but be frightened at the thought of the death of the whole Zhang family.

”The lineage is not enough, and the collateral is OK. However, because the blood is not pure enough, more people are needed. Ten collateral are not equal to one lineage. You have to kill thousands of people!”

The mysterious man in the black fog said indifferently.

”Thousands of people!” Zhang Junshan's face was shocked again, and he was startled by this number.

Although Zhangjia has been handed down for so many years, there are thousands of people, even a few people who have no talent for martial arts and have been sent to the secular world to survive.

But killing thousands of people at once is definitely a heavy blow to the whole Zhangjia.

”Oh, by the way, it's best to be ancient martial arts. The stronger the better. If you sacrifice your old friends in Zhangjia, you'll have a greater grasp.”

The mysterious man in the black fog said with a gloomy smile, just like an evil beast. It is the lives of hundreds of people, giving people a creepy feeling.

”How can this be? They are the ancestors. They are Optimus Prime of our family! ”

Hearing the mysterious man's bloodthirsty words, even if Zhang Junshan was cruel and cruel, he finally couldn't help turning pale, and even his face turned white.

It's just to sacrifice Zhangjia people. Although the number is amazing, it doesn't seem unacceptable for the ruthless Zhang Junshan.

But now, I even have to think about those ancestors, which has a great impact on Zhang Junshan.

Behind any big power, there are powerful ancestors to guard the safety of the family.

The dignity of the old ancestors should not be offended, even the authority of the family owner. In front of the old ancestors, any people have to bow their heads.

Over time, it established the supremacy of the ancestors in the family. Everyone should be in awe and not offend, even the owner.

”Oh! It's just a few stubborn old things. Half of the body has been buried. If you don't use it at this time, you won't have to sit down by yourself at that time. What's more, you're the owner of the house. You should have said everything. Are you willing to be pressed by the old guys above? ”

The mysterious man in the black fog sneered and joked. A pair of faint eyes stared at Zhang Junshan, as if directly to the bottom of his heart.

”I...”

Zhang Junshan's face turned red and he was speechless for a moment, as if he had been said in his mind.

”You also know how you got the position of house master. When did your crazy Lao Tzu support you for so many years?”

Seeing Zhang Junshan's expression, the mysterious man in the black fog said with a bewitching force in his voice.

Hearing these words, Zhang Junshan's face gradually became gloomy, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

Indeed, as the mysterious man said, although he excluded his own brothers by disgraceful means and finally sat on the throne of the owner, the throne of the owner was not as easy as he thought.

In fact, most of the time, the owner can't help himself. There are several old friends pressing on him. Most of the time, he has to ask the old guys above for instructions on what major decisions he wants to make, and they have even been rejected several times.

As the owner of his family, he can only follow the will of his ancestors.