Chapter 2353
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Chen Zhao didn't tell 23rd Blood Mary about this.
Not far away, the mask shop kept bringing out items.
Everything was packed up.
23rd Blood Mary hurried to take care of it.
Chen Zhao didn't linger either. He carried Gerlyn and left.
He passed by the coastal park. The lights were dim here.
There were many tourists. It looked like the night view of the coastal cities in China.
Not far away, a beautiful woman sat cross-legged on a stone block.
Chen Zhao walked over to the woman.
When he reached the stone block, he looked up at the woman.
"Long time no see," Chen Zhao greeted her.
The woman wore jeans and a strapless top. She supported her chin with one hand.
Her hair fell over her shoulders and waist.
She had some makeup on, but she looked extremely flirtatious.
"I'm surprised," the woman said coolly. "I didn't think we'd meet again like this."
"I didn't think we'd meet again. It's fate, I guess."
Chen Zhao also smiled faintly. His gaze landed on the woman's waist. He could faintly see the fox mask under her hair.
"Thank you for helping me get this mask."
Chen Zhao was a bit surprised. "It's hanging there. Anyone can get it. I can't think of a reason to thank me."
"Your daughter is a guide and you're a Spell Breaker. I waited in that shop for three days but couldn't find the mask until you and your daughter appeared."
"You mean, some kind of spell was cast on the mask?"
"Yes."
"Then what does the mask mean to you?"
"The green hill leaves, the white bones mourn, the endless yellow sand, the golden millet in my dream, the long way home, the mirage is ethereal, the tearful eyes, the green gauze curtain."
"What's this poem called? I've never heard of it. Is there more? "
Chen Zhao really didn't know much about poetry.
He'd never heard of the woman's poem either.
"Whatever, you're a common person. I don't want to talk to you anymore."
Chen Zhao pouted. F * ck, you're calling me a common person just because I've never heard of this poem? That's too much.
The woman stood up. "I'm leaving."
"Okay, goodbye."
"I made those masks. They're just ordinary toys. After I came out of the seal, I learned some craftsmanship in Japan … Did you throw them away?"
The woman looked at Chen Zhao unhappily.
"No." Chen Zhao took out the mask. He had placed it in his spatial ring.
The woman nodded in satisfaction.
"Your daughter is so talented. How about becoming my disciple?"
"Hehe …"
"If you don't want to, then so be it. It's not good to be so sarcastic."
If a woman was unhappy, Chen Zhao wouldn't accommodate her.
Although they couldn't be considered as mortal enemies, they couldn't be considered friends either.
What's more, this woman had a notorious reputation. Letting his daughter be her disciple would really have no future.
The woman pulled a strand of hair from her head.
"It's for your daughter."
"I've seen stingy people, but I've never seen someone so stingy." Chen Zhao's face twitched. "Is your hair made of gold? Guanyin Bodhisattva gave the monkey at least three strands of hair, and you only gave one strand of hair? "
"This strand of hair of mine is a secret technique of the Green Mountains. It's called Black Hair Not in Vain."
"What's the use?"
"As long as you wear an accessory with this strand of hair, you won't be deceived."
Chen Zhao was a bit stunned. Then he licked his face and accepted the strand of hair happily.
"I have a daughter. I plan to have a few more in the future. Your hair seems pretty good …"
The woman's face twitched. She turned and turned into a wisp of smoke.
"F * ck, she ran so fast."
Chen Zhao murmured, recalling the poem the woman had just chanted.
This woman was too strange.
Or was there something hidden in the poem?
If he looked at it literally, it was like the inner monologue of someone who was looking for a way home.
Tamamo Mae was looking for a way home?
Legend had it that the nine-tailed fox's hometown was Qingqiu.
But according to modern scholars, the legendary Qingqiu should be in Gaoqing County, Heze, Shandong.
How could there be miles of yellow sand in Shandong?
Whatever. This had nothing to do with him. He shouldn't think too much.
Chen Zhao shook his head. This wasn't his expertise either.
Even Fali might be better at it than him.
Fali's lips moved from Fengshui to studying metaphysics and ancient Huaxia's supernatural theories.
Chen Zhao decided to talk to Fali later and see if she could discover anything.
The next day was the final trial of the Battle of the Holy Glory.
All the participants would enter the final ring.
All the teams were split up to draw lots, so it was possible to draw one of their own team members during the draw.
Of course, even during the drawing of lots, there was no lack of Dharma Spells and Divine Powers.
As long as one was capable, it was possible to get a bye.
This seemed like cheating, but it was actually giving some people a chance.
Some people were just not good at fighting. They'd had to go through so many difficulties.
Now that they were good at something and were forbidden from using what they were good at, the Battle of the Holy Glory would be meaningless. They could just set up a ring at the beginning.
The Battle of the Holy Glory was a grand event in the spiritual world because the decennial Battle of the Holy Glory didn't just choose the strongest person.
Of course, the one with the strongest combat power had a great advantage. Just like the Church's team, Matthew's team members were extremely strong and rarely had a worthy opponent.
Thus, they were the seeded team for this Battle of the Holy Glory.
But there were a few seeded teams and many dark horse teams.
In short, it was like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea.
Whoever had the ability to walk to the end and stand in the final ring with their own abilities had nothing to say.
The final trial wasn't held in the Four Seasons Palace. Instead, it was in another alternate space.
It was a vast and boundless grassland.
Chen Zhao carried little Gerlyn. When he came to this alternate space, he was even a bit surprised.
In terms of area, this alternate space was even larger than the Wasteland Market.
Of course, in terms of scale, it definitely couldn't compare to the Wasteland Market.
The Wasteland Market had projections of buildings in the real world. It was a masterpiece created by the efforts of countless spiritualists over thousands of years.
The alternate space they were in now was very simple.
There were only lush turf and sunlight shining in from the real world.
Spiritualists kept coming in from the outside.
They were more or less like Chen Zhao. They were all spectators.
The participants of the Battle of the Holy Glory had already come last night.
They came here first mainly to familiarize themselves with the environment.
Just then, a figure appeared in the sky.
The figure appeared from the source of light. Under the illumination of the light, it looked extremely majestic.
"It's Grandpa Celestial Master …" Gerlyn shouted, pointing at the figure in the sky.
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