Chapter 265 Great Qing Copper Coins

"Who is that person?"

Old god stick's voice was like the whining of a resentful woman, as if it had awakened the ghost.

The man in the trench coat looked at tao wenguang's house, and at the same time, he saw Old god stick behind the second floor window of Tao Wenguang's house.

I don't know if the windbreaker monster took Old god stick from the second floor of Tao Wenguang as Tao Wenguang. He seemed to be stimulated. Roar!

The man in the trench coat let out a hoarse roar and suddenly went crazy, pouncing on Fang Zheng, who was close at hand.

But Fang Zheng reacted faster.

With a kick of his foot, the knife box blew up a pile of dirt and flew into the air. One end was held by Fang Zheng's five fingers and pushed forward heavily. The knife box in the air quickly pierced the strange man in the windbreaker.

The man in the trench coat subconsciously wanted to split the box with ten fingers. Who knew, boom!

The ten fingers had just touched the blade box, and the vermillion ink thread on the surface of the blade box suddenly rose with a blazing blood light, which was the vermillion to ward off evil spirits!

In ancient times, cinnabar was always regarded as the most beautiful thing to keep house, avoid evil spirits and drive away evil spirits.

Therefore, the ancients used the ink thread to match the blood of the rooster, or the ink thread to match the vermillion to seal the coffin to suppress evil spirits.

Fang Zheng did not know whether the vermillion on the ink line was still the original vermillion, but when the ghost touched the ink line, boom, the windbreaker weirdo was immediately blown away by the burning breath of the sun.

At the same time, Fang Zheng continued to grab one end of the box with his five fingers and catch up with the windbreaker monster.

Bang!

The box fell straight down to his chest with a loud bang. Due to the huge inertia, the body of the man in the windbreaker was smashed into a u-shape, and his back fell heavily on the concrete floor.

The hard concrete floor was like being hit by a steel shell, rumbling, suddenly sinking and cracking several centimeters deep, but the knife box still remained intact, poof!

Directly through the sternum, internal organs, and spine.

It blew through the body of the windbreaker freak.

Thud! Finally, it collided with the concrete road!

Until then, the windbreaker monster's u-shaped arms and legs curled up, and then it was powerless to droop and fell to the ground, stiff and motionless.

Just then, the hat that had been covering the face of the man in the windbreaker slipped off due to the violent movement, revealing a very ugly face.

It was a scarred face, full of potholes and scars left by the cut of flesh. Even the nose was cut off, and the muscles at the corners of the mouth were cut off to reveal the terrifying gums.

This is the person who suffered before he died!

The most fatal wound was a sharp cut on the neck, which explained why there was always a hissing sound of air leaking every time he spoke.

It was such a ghost that Fang Zheng was beaten to death by a knife box without even coming out of the Ghost head knife.

This scene, on the contrary, scared Old god stick behind the window sill on the second floor. He wanted to help, but Fang Zheng stopped him, "Old god stick, protect the others on the second floor."

...

Just as the words fell, ding dong... A metallic crash.

An antique copper coin fell off the man in the windbreaker.

It was a big qing copper coin with the words' big qing copper coin' engraved on the front and a flat dragon on the back.

At the same time, a few flashes of light flew from the big clear copper coins, trying to get into Fang Zheng's body. Fang Zheng's eyes narrowed vigilantly and covered the flashes with Jiuyang Shengang.

Fang Zheng's eyes widened in shock as he took a closer look.

It was the majestic essence of life... This was actually the yang qi borrowed from the previous victims, which was the lifespan!

This big clear copper coin in front of me can survive!

Life extension!

Since ancient times, how many emperors have fallen into the pursuit of immortality. One can imagine the temptation of immortality to the world.

Now, there was a way to make people live forever, and Fang Zheng was looking forward to it.

"Seductive depravity? Mental pollution?"

"Captain Fei once said that the power of the underworld is evil, strange, cursed, depraved, heretical... It seems that this large clear copper coin is the'depravity' of these powers."

As early as the beginning, Fang Zheng had already guessed that this was another leak of the underworld, causing dark pollution.

At this moment, his expression was calm.

After the underworld that he had destroyed with his own hands, there were already two pieces, one before and the other after.

Although both times, the underworld was not fully powerful, one was incomplete, the other was just cursed by him... But half a month ago, he was able to kill a hundred-year-old ghost on his own. Half a month later, he was only strong and not weak, so Fang Zheng was not afraid, and he could even keep calm.

"Will you live forever... If you really can live forever and have such a rebellious nature, then you won't be just an underworld, you should be called a god, right?" The box opened and Fang Zheng pulled out the Ghost head knife bit by bit.

The cold air on the hilt of the knife calmed Fang Zheng's originally impetuous mood.

His face was cold, and just as he spoke, the masculine and hot breath of the Jiuyang Shengang suddenly burst into flames, instantly burning the controlled essence of life into ashes. Then, with the other hand holding the hilt, his face was cold, and the tip of the knife had hit the ground heavily.

"You still don't understand the thinking of modern people! In the sky, how can there be a cow in the air!"

"Blow it up!"

Poof!

The blade fell to the ground and did not pierce the large clear copper coin.

Nothing.

Fang Zheng's eyes were sharp. He noticed that the scene had disappeared and he was in a small town.

The people in the small town were all pale and thin, and their faces were numb. This was an era of poverty and backwardness, like the republic of china?

Fang Zheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light flickered in them. He stood still. Soon, he found that his face was numb, like a dead townsman, and his eyes were fixed on him.

Fang Zheng turned around.

A disheveled, disheveled woman dressed in rags, wrapped in a lot of dirty old quilts and rags as clothes, ignoring the dirty streets, barefoot, seemed to be an abnormal, crazy fool, with a silly smile of three or four years old, walking from a distance.

But this is a fool with a big belly.

She's pregnant.

And it seemed like it had been eight or nine months.

"Here comes the fool again."

"Bah, why is this unlucky crazy woman back in town?"

"Shameless bastard."

"A fool is pregnant, and I don't know how many wild men are in her belly. There must be men lying on her dirty body every day."

"A fool can't even feed himself, but now he has a big belly, and his belly is getting bigger day by day. How do you think this fool raised the child in his belly?"

"This crazy woman is an unlucky crazy woman. Kill this unlucky crazy woman!"

The originally apathetic townspeople on the street seemed to have found the vent of this era of poverty and numbness, the target of the weak who could be arbitrarily bullied by them, and more and more people began to pick up roadside stones and throw them at fools.

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