Chapter 647 Ghost Eye Hundred Foot Worm

How could Fang Zheng understand these people?

These southeast asian languages fell into Fang Zheng's ears, all incomprehensible @ # *...?

"You can't kill us. If you kill us, no one can break the curse for your companions!"

In the face of death threats, these southeast asians tried to be tough again. They mistook the western cultivators as Fang Zheng's companions and tried to threaten Fang Zheng with the lives of western cultivators.

But Fang Zheng didn't understand.

Even if he understood, he wouldn't take it seriously.

Does he have anything to do with how many people western cultivators have died?

"# * @ ... & %?"

"~ & # # #?"

"* & # @ @ ..."

After a brief conversation, Fang Zheng finally confirmed that neither of them understood each other's words.

Negotiation failed!

Fang Zheng no longer hoped that he could get some information. He turned around and went straight to the western cultivators and said, "These southeast asians are packed up for you. Are any of you awakened to psychic abilities? Maybe you can get a lot of useful information."

Upon hearing this, the western cultivators were half happy and half doubtful. When they confirmed it over and over again, they finally confirmed that fang was telling the truth and that he had indeed handed the southeast asians over to them to deal with. Then they all rubbed their hands together and glared ferociously at the group of southeast asians who were shivering and huddled together.

Psychic ability!

Fang Zheng was hinting to them that it was okay if they didn't know the language. People with mental ability could directly search for other people's memories.

However, this kind of mandatory memory search, the end is usually very miserable, the person who is searched for memory, not crazy, will also become an idiot.

And those southeast asians looked at the tall westerners who were as strong as an ox with their backs and waists, rubbing their fists as they walked towards them, as if they understood the tragic fate they were about to face, and their mouths were screaming.

But these people, southeast asian monkeys, faced with strong westerners, all struggle was futile.

These people were quickly divided up by various organizations and dragged into the dark alley...

Thirty seconds later, the western cultivators walked out of the alley. Some of them still had blood on their hands and were wiping their hands with rags torn from nowhere.

No one from southeast asia came out, and their outcome was already predictable.

However, these western cultivators did not have a good look on their faces. Their eyes were gloomy and gloomy.

Only then did Fang Zheng realize that these southeast asians had been trapped by a mental imprint in their brains by a psychic expert before they did a mission.

This spiritual imprint is like a "Fuse measure."

If a person with mental ability wanted to forcibly search for memories, the "Fuse" broke, causing the mental imprint to explode, directly blowing people into a pulp to prevent the release of organizational information.

Such as the scene in front of him.

At this moment, these western cultivators could only cast their eyes on Fang Zheng. Their companions were cursed and their foreheads were lowered by a master with a ghostly eye that threatened their lives at any time.

In fact, Fang Zheng was not idle when these western cultivators interrogated southeast asians.

He was checking on a spellcaster.

Strangely enough, when Fang Zheng looked at the ghost eyes, the pale ghost eyes also looked back at Fang Zheng.

As if to say:

What are you looking at?

Would you like to try another one?

That was how the previous witches were glared to death.

In the past, people always said that if eyes could kill people, you would have been killed ten thousand times by me. Now, in the background of spirit recovery, eyes killing has become true.

Fang Zheng hehe, not afraid of ghost eyes.

I just looked at you. Why are you so dissatisfied? Have you ever seen a palm as big as a pu fan? If you stare at me again, believe it or not, I will slap you to death!

At that moment, the western cultivators walked out of the dark alley towards Fang Zheng.

After learning that the search for memories was fruitless, Fang Zheng asked these people, "Do you think this is like a ghost's eye that was dug out of a person's body, like a woman's eye?"

"Long eyelashes..."

"There are crow's feet at the corners of your eyes..."

??

The western cultivators were stunned.

We watched you for so long and thought you finally found a way to undo the curse. In the end, you gave us an analysis of the eyes of a woman in her 30s and 40s?

At this point, after Fang Zheng finished speaking, he actually extended an index finger curiously and poked the ghost eye, intending to see if the ghost eye was perceptive.

However, at this time, the ghost's eyes quickly became bloodshot, and the white areas of the eyes began to appear, becoming resentful and vicious, as if with the most vicious curse.

But...

Poof!!

Fang Zheng poked the ghost's eyes, and a large amount of pus and blood flew everywhere. At the same time, a hundred feet long worm with ghost's eye markings on its back, also known as the human eye centipede, fell out of the poked ghost's eyes and fell to the ground, dead and stiff.

This ghost eye was originally one of the southeast asian decapitation techniques known as insect decapitation.

At the same time, a ray of ordinary spirit floated up.

Of course, the ghost eye was not poked by Fang Zheng, but was trying to curse Fang Zheng, like the witch before the curse killed Fang Zheng... Then he was cursed and killed by Ghost bride.

At this moment, the forehead of the practitioner whose ghost eyes had burst out began to bleed endlessly, and a large amount of pus blood flowed out of the exploding ghost eyes, accompanied by the stench of rotting flesh.

A knowledgeable practitioner made a quick decision and cut off a large piece of rotten flesh with a knife. At this moment, the practitioner's physical quality showed extraordinary and did not need to be bandaged. Within a few minutes, the bleeding wound had stopped bleeding.

However, with such a large piece of flesh missing from his forehead, even if the wound healed, it would probably leave an ugly scar in the future.

The other kind of eyes cursed the cultivators, and seeing the hope of healing, they could no longer remain calm.

"Mud, mud is good... Mud and the bride behind mud should all be from the ancient... Ancient oriental civilization, right? Mud, don't misunderstand. A hundred years ago, my grandparents were also half of the ancient oriental people... So I have one fifth of the oriental blood, half of the eastern tongs. My name is... Li dagen, if one of us doesn't kill another, mud... And I... Are both oriental." One of the western cultivators who had been planted with ghost eyes started to have distant relations with Fang Zheng in order to survive. Because he was not familiar with mandarin and stuttered, fang zheng could hear the black lines on his head.

But this did not stop others from looking at them enviously. Why did their ancestors not have oriental blood?

As for face? What is that? Is it a kind of Italy noodles? Can it be eaten? Can you feed yourself and live?

Nothing is more important than life!

Er! Fang Zheng's face darkened. When he heard the name li dagen, Fang Zheng suddenly thought of something.

Foreigners like to take li dagen, wang jianjian, zhang fugui, chen shi... Because of the high penetration rate in the countryside. Just like the chinese people who choose english names, they always prefer to choose rural names.

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