Chapter 108: 150 billion is not enough

"Okay, please help me, Master, and save our Hu family."

In contrast, Hu Jingteng, the current head of the family, agreed very readily.

Just now, he and his family saw that young black-robed Taoist priest appeared out of nowhere, with golden light flashing in his hands, and he suppressed the old zombie who was trying to break free.

There is no doubt that it was definitely not a trick, but the magical Taoist method that was rumored.

"That depends on how fast Patriarch Hu is."

Seeing that the head of the Hu family was so decisive, He Qiudao breathed a sigh of relief and then began to urge the other party.

As the head of the Maoshan sect, He Qiudao, who is well-versed in the classics of his predecessors, knows clearly that if he cannot eliminate the zombie tonight, he, the practitioner, will not be spared.

Back then, there was an old ancestor who was chased for thousands of miles by an escaped zombie. It was only with the combined efforts of the four purple-robed heavenly masters at that time that the zombie was killed in the Maoshan Hall.

"immediately."

After hearing what the Maoshan Sect leader meant, Hu Jingteng immediately called the group's financial director.

The few immediate family members nearby saw this and didn't dare to have any opinions.

After all, the old man transformed into a zombie and was trapped alive in the formation, which was too scary.

Anything that can be solved with money is not a problem.

[User 'Chairman of Hu Group' rewarded the anchor with 2200000 Douyin No. 1! ]

"Oh my god, how many Douyin No. 1s are there?"

'Am I dazzled?'

"My dear father and grandfather, I wish you a happy new year in advance."

'220 million Douyin No. 1, that's 22 billion yuan?'

'No, the Douyin we are watching is the same Douyin, right?'

'I feel my intelligence has been insulted.'

'This is too exaggerated, do the anchor team reward themselves?'

'The above people are making a fuss about nothing. A few days ago, tens of millions of Douyin No. 1 were given as rewards at one time, and that belongs to our anchor.'

'There are tens of millions of Douyin No. 1s. Isn't the guy upstairs hallucinating?'

'Shit, everyone, look at the account of the top guy on this list, it is registered with real name.'

'I just read the message from the top guy on the list. I feel like the host is really in the underworld. Otherwise, there is no way to explain it?'

"No wonder I felt familiar with him just now. He is the head of the Hu family, one of the four richest families in Hong Kong. I just saw him in the economic news."

"I work in Pengcheng, and I have also seen news about this head of the Hu family."

"No, what kind of background does the anchor have to have a Hong Kong-based wealthy man as an extra?"

"Haha, the anchors are all in the underworld, who dares not to give face?"

"It feels like the show's team designed the plot. Otherwise, how could a show's team come and go between the underworld and the living world so easily?"

'Is it possible that the financial sponsor behind the anchor is this wealthy man from Hong Kong?'

'The above speculation makes some sense, otherwise there is no way to explain the huge battle between the underworld and zombies.'

'I figured it out, too.'

Such a huge reward naturally caused a sensation on most of the Douyin platform. In just one minute, more than 100,000 viewers flocked into the underworld live broadcast room.

While the audience in the live broadcast room was discussing, Huang Yang, who had received the labor fee, casually snapped his fingers and said, "Lao Niu, Lao Ma."

In the world of the living, he can only defend himself and has no way of subduing that strange zombie, but he can call for external help.

However, calling the Ox-Head and Horse-Face once requires at least 10 Yin Yuan. Huang Yang must receive the payment first before calling for external assistance to avoid making a loss.

In addition, calling either Lao Niu or Lao Ma alone would cost 10 silver yuan, so Huang Yang simply called both at the same time and gave them each a travel allowance of 100 silver yuan, so that the two subordinates would not feel that it was unfair. "General Niu (General Ma) is here."

Following Huang Yang's summons, the Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Devil dressed in black brocade robes half-knelt on the ground at the same time, giving enough face to Huang Yang, the King of Hell.

In order to conform to the aesthetic standards of China, Huang Yang had his two subordinates change their black suits into black brocade robes of Ming style. The robes were still embroidered with patterns of the ox god and the horse god, but they were more solemn and handsome.

The hundreds of thousands of viewers in the live broadcast room looked at the appearance and appearance of the two "extras" and shouted 666.

At this time, no one was concerned about whether it was a plot interpretation.

"Destroy it."

Huang Yang gestured to the zombie that was about to break free from the Bagua Flame Formation and gave an order casually.

"Yes."

After receiving the order, Lao Niu immediately threw a punch. A one-meter-long spiral gust of wind formed around his fist, which seemed to be able to annihilate any object in the wind.

"call."

However, just as Lao Niu's momentum was rising, a figure appeared who was faster.

Lao Ma instantly appeared next to the zombie, kicked the zombie into the air, then flashed a hundred meters in the air and punched the zombie to the ground.

The rapidly falling zombie was met with Lao Niu's punch, which had reached its peak momentum.

In an instant, everything turned to ashes.

The black air contained in the zombie's body could not last for a breath under the attack of the spiral fist wind, and it quickly dissipated without leaving any trace in the world.

"General Niu (General Ma) reported back."

After dealing with the zombie, Lao Niu and Lao Ma stood in front of their leader and saluted with their hands clasped together.

"Ah."

Huang Yang nodded and waved his hand, allowing the two of them to return to the underworld.

At the same time, Huang Yang has used his authority to send the soul of the old man of the Hu family to hell for punishment, seamlessly connecting the two.

The two Yin gods, Lao Niu, who had just returned to the underworld, saw two small boxes in front of them. After opening them, they saw 100 Yin Yuan for travel expenses and could not help grinning.

Especially Lao Ma, who took half of the credit, was very glad for his decision.

If Lao Niu takes all the credit, how could he have a share in this kind of business trip next time?

Still in the hilltop villa in Gangcheng, Huang Yang and his two subordinates left and walked towards the Hu family not far away: "I don't need to explain your family's affairs. Have you thought about how to make up for the sin you committed?"

Just before, Huang Yang had checked the identity of the zombie. It turned out that the old man of the Hu family wanted to achieve immortality, so he turned himself into a zombie. However, he didn't know the day when the zombie was formed, and he didn't have any original memories. He also had to sacrifice all his immediate family members.

In addition, when the old man of the Hu family transformed himself into a zombie, he used the blood of many girls born on auspicious days.

In order to avoid causing unnecessary trouble in the port city, the old man of the Hu family specially asked people to buy many young maids from several neighboring islands.

Maybe no one was killed in China, but the girls in other places were also under the jurisdiction of the underworld, and the sin was not small.

However, these words cannot be said in the live broadcast room. Huang Yang, who punishes evil and promotes good, does not want ordinary people to feel the gap between the rich and the poor, so as to avoid causing unnecessary consequences.

"What the Heavenly Master taught me is that our Hu family is willing to take out three years' profits, about 150 billion yuan, to establish a charity fund to help poor children."

Hu Jingteng, who heard the hidden meaning behind the young Taoist's words and knew clearly what the old man had done, nodded respectfully.

"Not enough. If you want to keep your Hu family's fortune intact, you need to come up with at least 10 years of profits."

Huang Yang shook his head and stated a request for this huge charity fund, and also added a restriction: "In addition, you must arrange for someone to manage the charity fund so that the funds can be put to good use. Otherwise, the fortunes of your Hu family will take a sharp turn for the worse, and may even fall into ruin."

"Don't talk nonsense."

Unexpectedly, the other party would make such an unreasonable request. As the eldest son, Hu Beishen raised questions again.

As an atheist, he felt that the monster that looked like his grandfather was just a deception created by some people.

(End of this chapter)