"Hidden Dragon Shoots Breathing Powder? What a good boy, you have a lot of courage!"

Tongshou secretly made a mental note to check whether what this kid said was true. It was not because he was interested in that small opportunity, but to prevent him from missing a bigger opportunity.

"I have no choice. I have no talent and only a small life. How can I get ahead if I don't give it a try?"

"Okay! I appreciate you!" The bronze-headed Taoist glanced at Wude, who looked embarrassed, and smiled strangely, "From now on, you will act as the agent for the warehouse position of the Dharma Altar. If you pass the three levels, I will let you become a full-time employee!"

"Sir, this is against the rules..." Wude said anxiously.

"Hmm? What's your opinion?" The bronze-headed Taoist looked at Wude, his obsidian eyes seeming to see through people's hearts.

Wu De was sweating profusely and said with a forced smile: "I don't dare, it's reasonable, it's very reasonable."

"Thank you, sir."

Song Lin smiled slightly. He didn't want this thing for free. He seemed to see that Tongshou was dissatisfied with Wude, so he could sit back and relax.

Li Xuan was confused and lowered his head, with a trace of resentment flashing in his eyes.

What was in my pocket was actually stolen by an unexpected person.

He did not dare to say anything to Taoist Tongshou, but blamed Song Lin.

The Tongshou Taoist walked around and said to everyone: "Okay, let's go back."

Song Lin did not reminisce about the past with everyone, but went back silently. The top priority was to open up the world.

residence.

Song Lin summoned the catalog of supernatural beings and then opened his wrist.

Turn to the second page of the Zhiguai catalog.

"The cold moon sets in Yingzhou at midnight, and the cold wind blows the cranes up to Penglai"

【World】:Taiyin Refining

【Thirty-Six Heavens】: Mortal world

[Velocity of time]: One to three hundred and sixty-five

【Advent】:Soul

[Type]: Oriental Penglai myth, Pre-Qin myth
Chapter completed!