Fatty and I were all over my head. This little Mingzi sounded a little nicer, but what the hell is the Japanese?

Damn, if I don’t know, I will definitely be involved with a certain islander in the world, thinking that I am also an islander.

"Don't call me a Japanese devil." I was so excited that I almost burst into tears. If this old man gave me a nickname, I wouldn't be so excited, but this Japanese devil... I can't afford it.

First, brother is different from his clan. You little Japanese, you sister!

"Haha, one of you is the King of the Lord and the other is the Ghost Lord, not the Little Mingzi and the Japanese devils." The old man didn't care about my resistance, because he didn't know what the Japanese devils meant in the world.

"Speaking human words, uh no... being ghosts... being serious, how did you know my grandfather? Not to mention that it was also calculated by you. Also, does it have any impact on me if you pretend to be someone else's face?"

I was so serious that I was too lazy to talk nonsense with this unreliable old man.

"Are you worried that I will take over the face and soul of the old pervert?" Hearing this, the old man disagreed and looked at me with a disdainful smile: "Hmph, everyone else is amazed by his soul body, but I am not interested in it. The reason for refining his face is just to learn his natal ghost skills... But I didn't expect that this old pervert is so perverted. His natal ghost skills are actually activated by using his natal hard work and soul essence, which wastes my hundreds of years of strength..."

The fat man and I looked at each other. Although the old man was speechless, we were not stupid either. We could hear some tricks.

The old pervert he said should be my grandfather, or my grandfather's... Qianqianqian... uh, I don't know how many lives he has. And his high-precision imitation of other people's skills can also steal other people's natal ghost skills!

Damn, this old guy is really awesome!

You must know, what can be called a natal ghost skill?

Anyway, after I heard this name, the Ghost Lord’s inheritance already has extremely detailed information.

The so-called natal ghost skill is the most fundamental talent of a soul. It is called a ghost skill. In fact, it is the natal talent that comes with the soul body. It can also be said to be the natal skills and techniques. This skill, even if the soul is reincarnated, is still engraved in the soul, and is very awesome and powerful.

And my grandfather, or my grandfather’s true soul body, the natal ghost skills he knew were actually coveted by such an old pervert, and was willing to spend hundreds of years to refine my grandfather’s face, or a substitute, just to seize or learn this ghost skills...

It shows how powerful this ghost skill is!

Anyway, if it were me, I would definitely not spend hundreds of years thinking about someone else's talent and losing the most is not worth it.

Of course, this old man should not be a dizzy person, the reason why he is like this...

For some reason, I always have a strange premonition. This old man is not because he is very hardworking, but because he is idle!

That's right, it's just a silly one!

This old man obviously lived too long and was a little bored. In other words, he should have reached a state where he could not improve for the time being. No, he should have been unable to improve for a long time. Maybe it is the state that even the fat man and I have to look up to. It is extremely boring that I found a way for myself and started to torment these old guys.

The fat man could probably think of this, so he couldn't help but look at me strangely with surprise.

If you guessed correctly, then the old man found fun by himself, but I don’t know that it brought indescribable disgust to the Yin and Yang worlds, many big men and strong men...

Damn it, if you have such a weird guy who can imitate me anytime and anywhere, and with a difficult identity to distinguish between true and false, you may even control my natal skills and cheat everywhere, which can really be disgusting.

Even if this guy does something that is angry and resentful, the imitated deity is still hard to explain and it is difficult to take the blame.

"To be honest, why did you choose my grandfather? What is his natal ghost skill?" My face darkened, and I was not polite. Anyway, this old man was thick-skinned and would never take my black face seriously.

Sure enough, the old man seemed to be blind, as if he was not me, but him, and he didn't see my face darker than the bottom of the pot. He laughed: "It turns out that this old man is still your grandfather. No wonder he has a deep connection with him in you... However, although he is not normal, he is not qualified to be your grandfather."

I was speechless. This old man, why is his brain so weird? Do you have the right to be my grandfather? Is he my grandfather? Besides, even if I really don’t have the right to be my grandfather, I can’t regret it!

Moreover, no matter how awesome the fat man Ren Shuai is now, he is actually respected from the bottom of his heart in front of his grandfather. After all, grandfather is our leader.

"Haha, boy, you may not know yet that your grandfather is not a good guy. In the past, he had some disputes with you, and even one of your enemies. But he didn't expect that after being tricked by Xiao Mingzi and kicked in, he turned into your grandfather by chance... Is this fate?"

The old man looked at me with a funny face. The face that had become exactly the same as the old zombie was really unkind and made people feel cold in their hearts.

The fat man and I looked at each other in shock.

What? Grandpa was still hostile to me before? And, grandpa was still kicked by a fat man in the cycle of reincarnation?

If what the old man said was true...

"Damn it, will Grandpa Fang fight with me in the future when he recovers his soul memory?" The fat man cursed and jumped up, crying and looking helpless.

Of course, the fat man was definitely not so worried about his grandfather's true identity. But because in the past twenty years, we loved and respected my grandfather, and when we were young, we were even a little afraid. As a result, now, even if we were both far higher than my grandfather's strength, when facing him, even a heartless person like the fat man dared not be arrogant.

Even when facing grandpa, he respects him more than when facing the old zombie, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

"Hmph, what kind of thing to do? That old man was just your two defeated men back then..." The old man looked dissatisfied: "If it weren't for his innate talent that was too amazing, I would definitely not look down on his face, old man!"

The fat man and I were speechless. My grandfather was a handsome guy when he was young. This old man wanted to become his grandfather's old look. He was so dissatisfied that he was simply sick!

"You always talk about Grandpa Fang's natal ghost skills, what exactly is?" The fat man also became interested.

"You want to know?" The old man glanced at the fat man and sneered.
Chapter completed!