He is a fat man!

Ren Shuai, the living King of Hell, couldn't help but rub his eyes, blinked his mouth, and said in shock: "Am I a hell?"

Fatty, and Tuntian, almost vomited blood. Brother, you are the ancestors of the ghost family, okay, how can you not see the ghost?

If you can't see a ghost one day, maybe the entire Yin and Yang realms of the Underworld will be basically done.

Ren Shuai was so surprised that he said the wrong thing. He reacted at this moment, smiled awkwardly, and then stared at the plate with a serious face.

"Do you think he is true or not?" The fat man looked at me, then looked at Hua Linglong, who was most familiar with the fake fat man, and asked.

Hua Linglong's old face shook suspiciously, showing a hint of laughter and despair, and said without tears: "My junior brother, no... you can't even tell it yourself, right?"

The fat man's face was expressionless, but those who were familiar with him found that the movement of this guy holding his fists and shaking his fingers meant that he was a little unnatural and resistant.

"Don't talk nonsense, to be honest, for so long, do you really know or fake? I haven't noticed that this idiot who commands eating, drinking and having fun is not me?" He was righteous, but I felt guilty no matter how I heard it.

Of course, except for Ren Shuai and I, others may not be able to hear it.

Sure enough, hearing this, Hua Linglong's face changed slightly and she was speechless.

Fatty Ren Shuai and I narrowed our eyes at the same time. Hua Linglong should have felt something was wrong, but for some reason, I didn't tell the truth when the fat man asked about it before.

"My junior brother, although when I first met him, I also felt that he was a little different from what the master said and it was very unreliable, no matter what aspect of testing and investigation, the results he showed were you, so..."

Hua Linglong didn't speak, because he couldn't even recognize the fat man himself, let alone Hua Linglong, whom he had never met before.

"Damn, who are you calling an idiot? Believe it or not, I will let my godmother kill you?" The fake fat man was furious when he heard us discussing him as if no one else was around, and even called him a fake.

"Aren't you a fake?" The fat man was about to laugh angry. He didn't admit this fake. Well, although he couldn't tell where he was fake, the fake is a fake. After all, his soul is complete, and there should be no such thing as a remnant soul clone. Since it is not a remnant soul clone, he, the real person, stood here, proved that this guy is a fake.

"Hmph, I'm really slandering. I, Du Ziteng, is the young master of touching the Golden Gate. I was personally sealed by my master. I also gave me a token. It's the treasure of touching the Golden Gate..."

As this guy said, he found a Luoyang shovel from somewhere, exactly the same as the fat man's one!

"Damn!" Although the fat man was already a ghost immortal, he had not really recovered the soul of the Bear after all, and he did not have some memories of his previous life like me. This guy, in theory, was just a twenty-year-old young man who had a strange experience.

When this guy saw the Luoyang shovel and found that the Luoyang shovel was indeed not a fake, he jumped up and his eyes were almost glaring out.

Ren Shuai and I looked at each other, and were speechless.

Which god and ghost can tell us what's going on? Is this guy a monster that popped up in that corner?

"My junior brother, this Luoyang shovel is called a gold-touching shovel. This sect has been passed down for thousands of years. However, not many people can use it perfectly. Apart from the master, there are only the younger brother..."

Hua Linglong was also a little broken. This woman, or the aunt, was intuition and sensibility, who believed that the fat man together was the real junior brother. But reason told her that maybe two...

All are true!

Therefore, the old lady's expression was so entangled that it was a bit funny.

However, Ren Shuai and I were not much better.

After all, we are so familiar with this Luoyang shovel. Over the past few years, we have been by our side and can tell the truth at a glance.

That one is indeed true!

"Can it be really your clone, or something, but you don't know it yourself?" Ren Shuai took a photo of the fat man without everyone's sight and guessed.

"No, I really don't know, what kind of shit do I have?" The fat man looked confused.

"Sister Hua, who is this fake guy? Why did you bring her to my room? Are you doubting me? You don't think that this little white-faced shemale would be me?" Although this fat man was a little erotic and unreliable, his expression was really exactly the same as that of the fat man in high school.

After all, the fat man in high school is so unreliable and so vulgar!

Hua Linglong frowned and looked at the fake fat man, unable to speak for a while. After all, she had no evidence to prove who is true and who is false, and she would not be able to offend anyone.

The fat man laughed in anger, pulled his mouth and looked at the fake fat man with a sneer: "You are the evil man who complains first, who is your godmother? Where is your master? Pull it out and take a look."

Everyone present was stunned. Who could his master be? Isn’t it the sect leader Hao Ren? And Hao Ren’s body...

Everyone couldn't help but look back and glanced at Hao Ren's body that was carried by Chi Yuanqiang and others.

"My master, I am a guest practicing in my godmother's place. In fact, what you can see is my godmother... I scare you to death when I say it! My godmother is Lord Hell!"

I'll do it, sure enough...

The fake King of Hell was really worthwhile. He actually recognized this fake fat man as his godson. He was just a show or something, and he was very attentive. However, the fake fat man said in front of Hao Ren's body that his master was in his godmother. Is it just because Hao Ren's face was ruined and he couldn't tell the difference?

No, Hao Ren is touching the Golden Gate, but he is buried in a very large way. Would he not know?

Hua Linglong also had her eyes flashed, looking at the fake fat man, forcibly covering up her excitement, and asked nervously: "Little Junior Brother, are you saying that Master is not dead?"

When the fat man heard this, he looked confused and looked at Hua Linglong and frowned, "What are you dead? Where is the master always with my godmother?"

"Who is this?" The fat man carried Hao Ren's body down and stood in front of the fake fat man.

The fake fat man still doesn't know that the little white face he said in front of him is him "self", so he seems a little confused.

"this……"

The fake fat man's eyes flashed slightly, hesitated for a moment, and said nothing.

Ren Shuai and I lit up their eyes. This fake fat man really knew something. Now, he is not doubtful about why he is Du Ziteng, but he may know about Hao Ren's whereabouts.

"I can't even see who this is, my face can't be seen clearly. How can I know this sect leader!" The fake fat man turned his face and left his head.
Chapter completed!