I am a weakling, but I am regarded as the supreme holy devil by the righteous people.

When things go wrong.

This sect leader never rushes to blame others.

But first reflect on yourself.

If it is really my fault, then think carefully about how to blame it on others, and then blame others!

——Taken from Chapter 2973 of "My Diary" by Demon God Zhang, the Supreme Holy Demon of Heaven and Earth

The sun was shining brightly, half an hour later.

The village chief’s yard.

Sect Master Zhang was really excited when he saw the food prepared enthusiastically by the villagers.

Why not moved.

Because of these dark things and yellow things in front of him, Sect Leader Zhang really "dare not move".

what is this? What is this? What else is this?

Black as shit, in strips.

The yellow color is like diarrhea and becomes mushy.

Is that all? Who dares to eat it? Does anyone dare to eat it?

Sect Master Zhang was about to get angry when he saw other villagers really eating.

And it tastes delicious!

Well, you win.

Putting these things aside, the only thing on the table, the steamed chicken in the middle, seems to be edible.

Wrapped in a few green leaves, I don't know what tree they picked from. Anyway, this sect leader doesn’t dare to eat it.

When the chicken enters the mouth, there is another indescribable strange smell.

It's so sour, it seems like this is a jealous chicken.

Still so thin!

At first glance, he looks like a jealous chicken who doesn’t like to exercise!

The shame among chickens!

Even if you play a ball.

Sect Master Zhang frowned and ate half of it anyway.

After eating, he put it on the table and found that many villagers were staring at the chicken on his table.

What does it mean? You want this stuff too!

"Here you go!"

Zhang Mo handed the chicken out, and instantly a group of people rushed up and snatched the chicken away.

What are you doing?

Fortunately, Zhang Mo stopped his hand quickly, otherwise these people could have pulled off his fingers.

As for that?

I was really too lazy to eat anymore. Looking at these things reminded Zhang Mo of his childhood.

It's not that he didn't eat well when he was a child, it's just that the pigs were fed similar to this when he was a child.

No, no, no matter how downcast this sect leader is, he cannot be a pig.

If Yang Shuo and the others saw this, they would really think that this sect leader could swallow shit even if he had swallowed up all the magic power.

"Master God Envoy, have you eaten and drank enough?"

The old village chief next to him asked softly.

Zhang Mo took a sip of water, rinsed his mouth and said, "Old village chief, what do you want to say?"

The old village chief quickly knelt down and said, "Master God Envoy, I would like to ask for your help."

"explain!"

Zhang Mo said calmly.

The old village chief continued: "That's right, Lord Divine Envoy. When you came, didn't you smash a man to death? He was the grain tax collector in the county. If he died, I'm afraid the government will send someone to do it soon." Come. See if you can conjure up some grain, pay a fine, and then pay the tax."

Zhang Mo frowned and said: "Change food into food? I can't do that. I can only pull food out again, hahahaha."

Zhang Mo finished telling a joke, but no one there laughed and everyone looked at him silently.

Suddenly, Zhang Mo couldn't laugh anymore.

These people have no sense of humor at all!

The old village chief said: "It's okay if you can make some money. Tax deductions are also okay!"

Zhang Mo waved his hand and said, "Sorry, I never take money with me when I go out!"

After saying these two sentences, all the villagers present looked unhappy.

The old village chief asked slowly: "Then, Lord Divine Envoy, what do you know?"

Zhang Mo said: "I know how to spend money, and I know how to eat. I can eat a lot. If you cook chickens like this better, I can eat several of them in one meal, hahaha."

Halfway through his laughter, Zhang Mo suddenly saw the resentment in the eyes of these villagers, and the resentment was almost attracting ghosts.

What's going on, don't you guys laugh?

When I was in the sect, Yang Shuo, Lao Gou and the others would laugh and flatter them at the same time.

After coughing twice, Zhang Mo said: "Oh, there's no need to talk about money. Talking about money hurts feelings. So, I'll give you an idea. When the government comes, you just say that the fat guy brought the tax and grain. He ran away and fled with the food!"

The old village chief glared and said, "Is this... is this possible?"

Zhang Mo continued: "Why can't it be done? Don't we know whether he is dead or not? Let me inform everyone and unify the rhetoric and say that he ran away. Anyone who dares to tell the truth or press hard should stop hanging around in the village. .Also, has the dead fat man’s body been buried? Don’t rush into it. I have a special recipe for corpse powder here. You can get some ingredients, boil it in a pot, pour it on, and it will be done in a few days. It’s completely gone. I’m sure no one can find out!”

With such a small trick, Sect Leader Zhang D was able to listen to everything when he was in the sect.

Sect Leader Zhang has heard at least hundreds of them that are more brain-burning than this one. From time to time, the demon cultivators under his command exchanged information about the "dark" history of the year. Yang Shuo alone said he didn't know much about it.

The old village chief felt cold sweat on his forehead as he listened to Sect Leader Zhang Da quickly finish the prescription.

There was a bit of fear in his eyes. Is this really the envoy of the great god in front of him?

Why does it sound so cruel, collusive, and corpse-melting?

How terrible!

Not even monsters are so scary!

Zhang Mo looked at the old village chief and others who suddenly stopped talking. His breathing seemed to have stagnated slightly. He asked in confusion: "Is there a problem? If there is no problem, just go. Why do you still want to be arrested and tortured by the government?" Come on. Think about whether you can come back alive. Your wives, your parents, think more about it."

Zhang Mo's words finally made them all listen.

Many people nodded slightly, and then felt as if they were making up their minds.

The old village chief wiped the sweat from his forehead and did not dare to ask any more questions about this matter.

If he continues to listen, his faith will be completely shaken.

He only has one thought in his mind now.

What kind of god have they believed in all these years?

"Master Divine Envoy, there is one more thing, can you help me?"

The old village chief asked again.

"Why are you so busy! I just ate half a chicken. Do I want to sell my life to you?"

Zhang Mo said a little impatiently.

The old village chief nodded repeatedly and said: "Yes, yes, yes. It was us who were rude. But the lives of the people in the village are at stake, so please help me, Lord God."

"Say it, say it!"

Zhang Mo replied.

The old village chief said: "That's right, Lord Divine Envoy. Recently, monsters have been rampant, destroying countless crops and killing several villagers. I would like to ask Lord Divine Envoy to help kill the monsters and restore peace to the village. .”

Zhang Mo frowned and said, "Monster, what kind of monster?"

The old village chief said: "The head of a pig, the body of a bear, the tail of a snake, and the hooves of a deer. It is a new monster that has never been seen before."

Zhang Mo's eyes lit up slightly.

Pig skull, bear paws, snake wine, roasted deer hooves!

This monster grows on the taste buds of this sect leader!

Bliss!

Zhang Mo took a sip of saliva, and then asked: "Is it delicious?"