The son-in-law of the stunning president

No way, Amba himself is only half a fool.

He only knows how to dance two sacrificial dances that have been passed down from generation to generation in his family. One is the dance that summons evil spirits, and the other is the dance that asks the great god Utopi to come to the world.

He had already tried Utopi's dance, but it didn't work, and he didn't know how to stop the effect of the ghost's dance.

In desperation, Kendili officials could only use military planes to pick up Amba's family.

As a result, his honest old man, who had been a countryman all his life, was so frightened that his soul almost went out of his body, and he was taken to the slaughter center tremblingly.

As a result, seeing the huge grimace in the sky, okay, the old priest almost fainted in fright.

Not as good as his son.

Looking at this posture, you can tell that he is worthless.

Amba's father is actually young. He married and gave birth to Amba when he was a teenager, so he is not yet 50 years old.

But because of the hardships of life, his face has aged to a very serious degree, and his health is still very bad. He often coughs, and he doesn't know what disease he has. In short, he looks like he will collapse when the wind blows.

This appearance combined with his terrified, unsophisticated face that has never been seen in the world, it is really hard to believe that he can be an expert.

It took a long time for Kendelli's officials to explain the matter to him.

When the old man heard what was going on, he became impatient and wanted to beat his son with a stick.

The result was stopped by everyone.

"You, you, you bastard, come here!" The old man didn't express his anger when he was held up, waving his crutches to reach Amba.

Amba hid aside and said vigilantly: "Father, what did you ask me to do?"

"I beat you to death!"

Amba immediately said that he would not go there, and made the old man half dead.

The officials of Kendili could only carefully persuade the fight: "Hey, don't be angry, old man, how can we solve this big ghost face? Tomorrow is the day of the great sacrifice of Utopi God. If there is such a big ghost face all the time, this ..."

The old man said angrily: "I, I can't solve it. The dance of summoning evil spirits is a dance of disasters. It is not a righteous way. It is used to deal with one's enemies. How can there be any solution? You don't learn so many blessing dances." , Just write this down, you little bastard, I will beat you to death today!"

The officials who persuaded the fight wanted to let go when they heard it, um, beat him to death, he is really a jerk.

Amba was helpless: "I was still young at that time? Children naturally like to learn to be aggressive. Can you blame me?"

Also, seems to make sense.

The old man wanted to scold the street again, and the official hurriedly said, "Old man, is there no way to decipher this ghost mask?"

The old man thought for a while: "It's not that it can't be cracked, but you need to invite the god Utopi to come down to deal with the evil spirits."

Indeed, in the belief of Utopi, there is only Utopi, a god, and the belief is very simple and even primitive.

When I usually pray, I basically say anything directly to God Utopi.

For example, the old man in my family is not feeling well, the livestock in the family is sick, the hen is not laying eggs, etc., all told the Great God.

Well, the things that this great god manages are broken enough.

The official said excitedly: "Then I invite you to dance a dance that invites the great god to come. I don't know if it will be successful? Just now Amba has already danced it, but there is no response. Maybe there is a mistake in the dance steps he remembered?"

The old man is also helpless, since others have mentioned it, then he has no choice but to dance.

Immediately started dancing, but after it was over, there was no point, the huge ghost face in the sky was still there, just looking at the ground like that, without any action, as if mocking.

There is no way, the collection of Ti Kui is not over yet, otherwise Tang Chen would have stopped this ghost face revealing operation long ago.

At no time, supernatural teams from various countries arrived at the scene together as if they had agreed.

In fact, it was not that they agreed to come here, nor was it a coincidence, but that they needed to apply to enter the Kendili territory together and were approved together, so they came together.

Looking at this group of people, Tang Chen almost fell from the sky laughing.

Good guy, this is really what everyone has.

In the United States, there are a group of guys wearing all kinds of fancy clothes. There can only be one word to describe their appearance: punk, um, really very punk.

In particular, he had met the first person, that is, the prophet Reid he met when he first performed the exorcism in the United States.

It was the homeless man on the streets of Big Apple back then.

Because he made an accurate prophecy by mistake in front of the reporter, he is amazing now. He has a large number of believers, and he is very successful in the United States.

Now this buddy is dressed like a feather duster, it's really hard to describe exactly what he defines himself as.

prophet?Well, the feather duster prophet...

As for the people from Dongying and South Korea, it is even more interesting.

Monks, old Taoists, folk shamans, so-called onmyojis, they really have everything you need. All of them have dignified complexions and solemn treasures, which are really bluffing.

But it's a pity, Tang Chen could tell at a glance that one of these guys counted as one, and there was no trace of truth all over their bodies.

Not even vitality, not even a warrior.

Alright, it's pretty daring to come here for a living.

When this group of flamboyant buddies came, the first one to speak was the magic stick Reid.

When he saw the huge ghost face floating in the sky, he howled immediately, scaring everyone around him. What is he doing?Having a seizure?

I saw that this buddy was trembling all over, his eyes rolled white, his tongue stuck out and he was talking nonsense that people couldn't understand.

Seeing him like this, several so-called masters in East Asia looked at each other, come on, they have already started, let's also perform.

So everyone, the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showed their magical powers, and they had all kinds of postures.

For a while, Amitabha Buddha and Wuliang Tianzun rang together, and My Lord Almighty sang together with Tianshen Supreme, which was very lively.

Reporters, who doesn't like such a lively scene?

Of course, after being busy for a long time, the bullshit has no effect. The huge ghost face in the sky is still there, with a mocking expression on it.

Everyone was a little embarrassed for a while.

"All of you, you have been making a fuss for a long time, do you have any comments?" Wang Shuhai really couldn't stand it anymore. He had seen the scene of the Huaxia Immortal appearing with his own eyes. How could there be such a fuss?

So come up and disassemble...