Chapter 176: The Shadow Stream Has Been Destroyed, Can the Immortal Bore Castle Be Far Behind?

The appearance of the stone box did give Master Diulei a lot of inspiration. As for why the stone box appeared in the hands of this group of shadow killers, in fact, if you think about it carefully, the problem behind it is not difficult to explain. After all, the stone ghost mask is something that those opportunists who want to gain powerful power in a short period of time are flocking to.

It is not just the Moxianbao family that is looking for the stone ghost mask, but the dark forces in these circles are also investigating. There is nothing strange about this.

In fact, this time the Shadow Stream Command was wiped out, and a large internationally famous killer organization may never have a chance to rise again from now on. This also reminded the dark forces in Huaxiu Country who were hiding in the dark and ready to move. It is really true that a thief is guilty. From the Shadow Stream incident, these dark forces can clearly perceive that there is a master in Huaxiu Country who they cannot reach or detect...

Skillful space magic, even the space tower cannot detect the accurate fluctuations, this is really too weird.

Afterwards, Master Diulei left with the mask box. Wang Ling didn't want to get involved in this matter from the beginning. It was best to let Diulei handle it... Before leaving, Master Diulei received praise from Grandpa Wang. The old man sincerely praised the broccoli he planted as being quite good.

Then, Wang Ling saw this idiot on the second-floor window sill, jumping away as if he had been rewarded with a little red flower by the kindergarten teacher, with a face full of excitement...

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Master Diulei left the villa and came to the late-night canteen. The shabby little shop that looked a bit coquettish was still in a dilapidated and deserted state as usual before midnight. The boss of the restaurant was still wiping the dishes inside. When he saw Master Diulei appear, his eyes were stunned for a moment, and then he raised his eyes slightly: "Oh, come to eat noodles again?"

To be honest, Master Diulei always thought that the beef noodles made by the boss of the restaurant were actually quite ordinary. But today, he came with questions again. It seems a bit bad to ask questions without ordering anything since he is here.

Diulei Zhenjun pondered for a moment and asked: "Are there other dishes..."

"Well... yes, there are. I recently learned a new dish of horse antler and pine jellyfish soup with my master. Are you interested? The ingredients are all imported from abroad. Although the price is a bit expensive, the taste is definitely better than my master's domestic ingredients." The boss thought for a while and answered.

Diulei Zhenjun was stunned: "Uh, aren't horse antler and pine jellyfish domestic ingredients?"

The owner of the altar spread his hands: "It used to be... but the country of Australia applied for the soup made with these two ingredients as a cultural heritage in advance, just as shameless as the country of Nanhan. Everything is from his country."

Diulei Zhenjun: "Then give it one portion..."

Anyway, if it doesn't taste good, he won't pay!

"Tell me, what do you want to see me for?" The owner of the altar looked up at Diulei Zhenjun.

The first time is new, the second time is familiar. He has seen this kind of routine of ordering dishes and asking questions many times.

Diulei Zhenjun no longer concealed it. With a flash of spiritual light, the mask box appeared on the table with a "duang" sound: "Boss, have you seen this thing?"

The boss of the altar did not speak, but lowered his head and concentrated on handling the ingredients in his hands. He cut the horse antler into pieces, cut the transparent pine sting into thin strips, washed it in a strainer, poured it into a casserole, added spices, and simmered it with the lid. After doing all this, the boss of the altar raised his head and stared at Diulei Zhenjun: "Mind if I smoke a cigarette?"

Diulei Zhenjun shook his head, but secretly exerted his spiritual power to control his nose hair to adjust to the filtering mode. No one would have thought that this senior who was courting death had no habit of smoking. Moreover, he also studied the little magic to control nose hair, which can effectively prevent the harm of secondhand smoke...

The boss of the altar took a puff of cigarette: "To be honest, this box was indeed made by a friend of mine."

The eyes of Master Diulei suddenly brightened-this is a very important information!

In fact, the boss of the altar has only recently started to care about the issue of the stone ghost mask. Although he has chosen to retire, one thing that cannot be denied is that the mask that he and the little girl made together at the beginning is causing many unstable fluctuations in this world. Government forces and the bright forces want to find the two masks and seal them up, while the dark forces want to rise up with the stone ghost mask.

"It took a lot of effort to make this thing back then." The boss of the altar sighed: "But I must regretfully tell you that the maker of this stone box has passed away."

Master Diulei's eyes calmed down. He wanted to ask how this person died, but he felt that asking this question seemed a bit abrupt. And it was not very polite.

He knew that the identity of this boss of the altar was definitely not simple, and the breath on his body was sometimes there and sometimes not. This is probably a senior who is beyond his reach...

Of course, the above is just speculation.

But Master Diulei has an inexplicable confidence in himself, and his sixth sense is always accurate!

Staring at the stone box, Master Tan looked at it for a long time. Obviously, the boss did not want to tell the reason why his friend passed away. He was silent for a moment, but still issued a warning to Master Diulei: "I advise you to give up the pursuit. This will be very disadvantageous to you and your genius friend who can write songs. That is not something you can touch."

Master Tan touched the scar on his right cheek: "Do you see this scar..."

Master Diulei frowned: "Boss's injury looks like it was caused by a magic weapon?"

“It’s easy to get in, but hard to get out. Sometimes, if you get stuck too deep in this muddy water, it’s hard to get out.” Boss Tan said, “This scar was left when I left the sect. At that time, the sect had just experienced a chaotic battle, and my scar was left in that chaotic battle…”

Speaking of this, Boss Tan felt very heartbroken: “This is a wound caused by a holy weapon. With my realm at that time, that body… even if it was healed, it would not be able to restore this scar. Over the years, I have found many beauty salons, but they were useless. Back then… I was also the sect’s chief grass, and so many sect beauties were waiting for me. I was an idol! I also made a living with my face!”

True Lord Diulei: “…”

True Lord Diulei: “Was this cut by someone?”

“Oh, that’s not it.”

Boss Tan shook his head like a rattle: “I accidentally fell when I was escaping from the sect. It just so happened that this face hit the blade on the ground…”

True Lord Diulei: “…”