Chapter 24

"You see that, too?"

Wu Ming looked around and saw three equally dull expressions of Shanlan.

"We..."

Shanlan and Ling Guhong both face bitterly: "when did they choose the good camp?"

"How do I know?"

Wu Ming was a little depressed, because how to look at the task was ironic: "however... Since we have accepted the task, we can only try our best to complete it. Fortunately, we don't have to be directly hostile to Heishan king. On the one hand, Heitai City God can help..."

Although the words are like this, they may be against the prince of Heishan who is located in Heishan for three hundred Li, and their hearts are naturally heavy.

"Mission change... Do you want to inform the murderer?"

Shanlan's face changed a little, and she said: "although that man is only a small leader in the blood League, he can also mobilize some resources..."

"I'm afraid... It's not so simple..."

But Wu Ming sighed: "how do you know that the other party's task is the same as ours? If it's different, isn't it for nothing? "

"This is..."

Lin Qizhi and Ling Guhong's face changed, and Shanlan said: "yes, I don't think about it. Thank you for reminding me!"

Seeing this, Wu Ming immediately knew that the three men were obviously under too much pressure, and all of them had no idea.

His heart was even more awe inspiring: "is the Shinto of this world so powerful?"

At this time, they didn't say much. They chatted a few words and didn't want to continue. They went back to the wing room and went to sleep.

At night.

Dark clouds cover the sun. There is a curfew in the county. In ancient times, it is hard to see a light. When the son is ugly, the world is black.

In the wing room, Wu Ming lies peacefully, breathing evenly and long, seemingly absent, with a faint light on his face.

The spirit turtle raises Qigong and practices it until it is perfect. It is also beneficial to sleep.

"Gulu!"

At this time, the window is moving, in the dark, a thing seems to come in.

As soon as it rolled in the room, it turned into a human shape, with sharp nails on both hands, and rushed to the couch.

Bang!

Just as the dark green nails were about to touch Wu Ming's clothes, a layer of golden light suddenly appeared, and the whole room was full of brilliance.

"Ah

The figure let out a high and shrill scream, showing his hair, blue face and fangs, and a ferocious face. He looked at the golden light on Wu Ming in horror and wanted to retreat.

"There are ghosts?"

Wu Ming opened his eyes and looked at it quietly. The corner of his eyes jumped again: "I don't want to be a prisoner, but people do. OK! Good

After a few words, a talisman flew out and pasted on the door frame. The surface of the whole room seemed to be flashed by Honghua. The crystal clear glass was more like a copper wall and iron wall. The ghost was invisible. At this time, it hit, screamed and bounced back.

"This is a ghost driven by people?"

Wu Ming was eager to try. He jumped up from the bed like a tiger going down the mountain. In the roaring, he punched out one punch. The real Qi drove the strong wind and set off the air in the house.

"Haw!"

The ghost's thin figure is like paper. Facing Wu Ming's fist, it floats and retreats, like a boat in the raging waves. Despite the high wind and waves, it can't overturn one end.

But at this time, seeing Wu Ming's masculinity, he didn't dare to offend him and kept bumping into the window and gate.

"Tut tut... Sure enough... Before martial arts are born and the spirit and spirit are united, they can only protect themselves, but can't do harm to this invisible thing?"

The Qi and blood of a warrior is masculine. If he is not afraid in his heart, ordinary ghosts can't get close to him, but he can only protect himself at this time.

But when it comes to congenitally, and even when you practice vigorous Qi and gather Qi and blood spirit in moves, it's different. Boxing style can even hurt fierce ghosts and evil spirits!

However, Wu Ming is just at the peak of the true Qi State, and his spirit is still a little short of the final refinement. Naturally, this is the effect.

"If you want to deal with ghosts, you have to..."

As soon as Wu Ming's finger flicked, his fingernail pierced his index finger, squeezing out a drop of bright red agate like, crystal clear blood bead, and smashing it out like a mocking ghost.

Bang!

The red shadow flashed in the boxing style and broke through the ghost's chest.

"Ah

The ghost let out a scream, with a big hole in its chest. Its body was loose for a while, and even a look of fear appeared in its pupils. It ran into the window like a wild animal trapped in prison.

"Ordinary people can bite the blood essence on the tip of the tongue, where Shaoyang is, and also have the ability to ward off ghosts, especially the martial arts people... To deal with this ghost, you don't even need the blood essence on the tip of the tongue, but ordinary blood is enough... Of course, you have to be in the prime of martial arts. If you are seriously injured, or even afraid, you can't integrate the essence, Qi and spirit into the blood, but it doesn't have much effect..."

Wu Ming remembers another point.

"What's the matter?"

Outside Shanlan's exclamation came with a loud and clear sword.

Obviously, this fight made several people nearby aware of it.

Seeing this, Wu Ming was not in the mood of experimenting. He took out the peach sword and split it a few times. The fierce ghost screamed and dissipated, and the black air melted slowly under the golden light.

"What's the matter?"

After a few breaths, the voices of Shanlan and Ling Guhong came in.

Wu Ming opened the door and even saw the figure of Lin Qizhi, a Confucian scholar, walking out of the house. Obviously, in this mission world, these people can't be completely relieved. As soon as they hear the wind blowing, they are on guard.

"It's OK to be disturbed by an unexpected guest..."

At this time, Wu Ming naturally cleaned up all the things that were in the way of his eyes. His clothes were neat and his face was calm, which made Shanlan and Ling guhongdun feel unfathomable.

"What are you... Doing?"

Seeing Wu Ming walking out of the hospital, Shan LAN couldn't help asking.

"It's a return of courtesy!"

Wu Ming's eyes flashed a cold light and sneered.

If you don't retaliate, do you really think he pinched it for the mud? Moreover, as soon as the mission was released, it was attacked, which immediately made Wu Ming associate with it.

"From the point of view of this ghost, it is obvious that the people behind it are not very strong. They are not even monks. At most, they are the first-class martial arts masters who have learned a few skills of fighting ghosts..."

"And... It's not too far away..."

Wu Ming turned over to the wall like a civet, with a cool color on his face

……

"Ah... My kid... My kid is broken!"

Just before, when Wu Ming killed the ghost, not far from the inn, in a small courtyard, in the wing room, a man with a horse face was bleeding from his nostrils and screamed. His muscles twitched and he was dripping with cold sweat. He seemed to be in great pain.

"That... The God killed my kid... Ah, ah, ah... This is a grudge. I want his whole family to die!"

After gasping, the horse faced man turned over and climbed up. His face was pale, and his eyes were filled with bitter hatred.

Near him, Tu yanghao and another member of the blood alliance didn't look very good: "Ma Laosan... We are all clear about your ability. It seems that this time, the other party has a talent..."

Tu yanghao looked around again and made several new people tremble: "we can't stay here any longer. We'll leave immediately!"

The county has strict laws, and there are ghosts and gods in this world, which is especially taboo.

Needless to say, the whole Heitai county is still under the jurisdiction of the City God. Although the county is vast with tens of thousands of people, it is not necessarily noticed here, but it is always a trouble.

"My kid..."

However, Ma Laosan was in tears. He was more distressed than his own son.

"I told you earlier that this method of serving ghosts is to feed ghosts with the body, hurt others first, hurt yourself, and bite back. I don't know how inferior it is to the Five ghosts magic power of Xuanmen. This time is not an opportunity. Let's abandon this small skill and change it for a new one as soon as possible."

A young man standing beside Tu yanghao spoke.

When he didn't speak, he was ordinary, just like an ordinary person. But when he spoke, he was very organized, and he seemed to have some kind of dignity, which made Tu yanghao dare not speak. Ma Laosan nodded repeatedly.

But after Ma Laosan nodded, he was laughing bitterly.

Of course, he also wants to practice Xuanmen orthodox, but how expensive is this kind of skill? For example, the method of carrying five ghosts in Xuanmen covers the supernatural powers of catching ghosts, raising ghosts, altar, sacrifice, ghost food, Incantation and so on. It is powerful to refine ghosts, and there is no danger of backfire. But the price is also as high as terror. It's a total of 200 achievements! In exchange for the main temple, it would take two thousand and two hundred small feats, and it would be impossible to raise money even if he was sold.

Needless to say, after you buy the formula, you always need the supporting tools, and even raise ghosts in the underworld. In the end, you have to catch the powerful ghosts by yourself. They are scattered, and you can't stop without 3000 small skills!

With his wealth accumulated by several reincarnation missions, if he can exchange this "ghost feeding technique", his family will be exhausted, and I dare not think of anything else.

At this time, the young man continued: "of course... I also know that it's not easy for you to practice. After this time, you can borrow your merits. This time, you'll be broken and then you'll stand up. If you survive, you'll be blessed!"

"Thank you, Mr. Zheng. Thank you, Mr. Zheng!"

In the main temple, it's a great kindness to save lives by lending meritorious service. Ma Laosan was very grateful and gave thanks again and again. He even thought to himself: "this young master Zheng Qian, it's said that he has a great future. His brother is in a high position in the blood League, and even the elder Tu has to be careful to serve him..."

But I have the idea of holding my thighs.

Looking at TU yanghao's face again, he saw that he was calm and didn't have much sulk. He secretly made up his mind.

"But Lao Tu, you were right. We can't live here any more. Let's go now!"

Zheng Qian saw to accept Ma Laosan, also slightly nodded.

Those who have survived several missions of the Lord's temple are not easy to deal with.

Although Ma Laosan has no pattern and looks obscene, his life style is Yin, and he can cultivate the method of raising ghosts. He is not too big or too small to be regarded as a talent.

Although he relied on his brother, no one dared to bully him for a while, how terrible was the Lord's temple? Even Jixue League is just a struggling mole ant. Naturally, it is necessary to make more preparations and enhance its own strength.