Chapter 311

Xiaoman looked at the shuras that climbed out of the ruins.

Look at them and feel their spirits.

"How many low-level ghost soldiers?" Xiaoman slowly grasped his sword.

There is a very special relationship between Shura and demons.

The relationship between them is similar to that between mortals and friars.

It's kind of like a caterpillar or a butterfly.

However, the relationship between the two is much more complicated than these two examples.

And, because of the lack of evidence, it's just a guess.

After the sky fell, the Shura and the demons swarmed into the world.

People have to classify these monsters.

Ghost soldier is one of the many forms of Shura.

From low level to high level, ghost soldiers have different strength and size.

But the shape is basically the same.

They're all bony, and their bones are distorted by distortion.

The most important thing is

Most of these things are simple wisdom.

So they need a higher order Shura to command.

This is the origin of their name ghost soldiers.

It's just pawns and cannon fodder.

Anyway, Shura is immortal.

If the body is dead, it will die, and it will climb back from the void.

Holding the sword in his hand, Xiaoman slowly began to accelerate.

On the blade of the sword, the soul fire began to rise.

Xuanjun's whispers echoed in her spirit: "those who plan for life and death are either dead or not, or they are not, or they are not."

In this whisper, Xiaoman has already jumped high.

With a sharp sword in her hand, she stabbed her ghost soldier with a hoe.

Its deformed bones, in this moment, in an unimaginable way, twisted up.

In an almost anti human way, he held a hoe high and smashed at Xiaoman.

"Meat!" "Fresh meat!" it cried

That mouth full of sharp teeth, countless stench saliva, continuous flow out.

"Die!" The sword in his hand stabbed his forehead and pierced his hard skin, which went deep between the skin and the heavenly cover.

But there was no blood coming out.

After seizing the mortal's body, the Shura will basically choose to suck its blood essence!

This makes most shuras afraid of fire.

Like now!

Xiaoman's sword stabbed his head.

The soul fire attached to the blade immediately ignited its thin skin.

The flames rose.

The ghost soldiers howled!

Howl in the fire!

"Ah..."

It's burning all over!

But it's not the skin burning, but the spirit burning!

The spirit of Shura from the void has been ignited by the soul fire!

Xiaoman suddenly kicked on its chest and kicked the ghost soldier to fly.

At the same time, the long sword in his hand was pulled out, and then he cut off the arm of a ghost soldier.

A little soul fire, took the opportunity to drill into this ghost soldier body.

It's ignited, too!

"Ah..." The ghost soldiers howled.

However, Xiaoman didn't care about it. Instead, he used his magic power, put his feet into force, and jumped up again. The sword in his hand was chopped in all directions, and several swords were swept in all directions.

On every sword light, there is a little soul fire!

Soul fire with the sword light, swept into the body of a ghost soldier.

Light them all at once!

In an instant, seven or eight ghost soldiers rolled in front of Xiaoman.

They howled and screamed.

Until, finally no longer howl, can't move.

The soul fire ignites all their spirits.

At the same time, it ignited the grease in their deformed bodies.

The air reeked of roast meat.

Xiaoman is holding the sword.

Start recycling soul fire.

She slowly recited Dharma: "nothing is not heaven, nothing is not life, nothing is not God, nothing is not yuan..."

With her recitation, a little soul fire, like fireflies, gathered to her from the body of a burning ghost soldier.

These small flames, slowly immersed in Xiaoman's forehead, into the pupil.

With their return, Xiaoman felt that his spirit was a little stronger.

This is the horror of soul eating.

Burn others, light yourself.

And seize its essence, take its origin, for my firewood!

If you sprinkle the whole heaven and earth, you can ignite all the spirits.It's the first choice to destroy the world. It must be used!

Xiaoman is still weak now, but he is building a foundation.

Her spirit, at most, ignited a low-level Shura like ghost soldiers.

If she were stronger, she would be in a fierce battle.

But

It doesn't matter!

Qingshan town may be short of others, but there is no shortage of Shura!

There are at least one or two thousand here!

"Take your time." Xiaoman said, she gently jumped up and jumped into the ruins in front of her.

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Ling Ping An raised his head and looked at the time on the wall.

It's almost eleven o'clock!

"Order a takeout first." He said.

So, picked up the mobile phone, ordered a beef rice.

Then, stand up and make yourself a cup of tea.

Drinking the fragrant tea, Lingping turned on the TV.

This point is being advertised on TV.

Change channel, or advertising, continue to change channels, still advertising.

Finally, I switched to a channel without advertising.

But

It's a soap opera.

Ling Ping An sighs and can only turn off the TV.

He leaned back on his chair, held his mobile phone, opened his micro book and started to brush up the news.

I just swept the hot search list. There is nothing special today.

On the micro book, the traffic seems to start to be active again.

XXX open back

XX causes fans to scream

XX new song released in half an hour

Ling Ping An looked at it and couldn't help yawning.

"Today is another ordinary and boring day..." He muttered.

At this time, the phone switched to call mode.

Ling Ping An looks at the number. It belongs to the old village head.

He said, "Uncle Zhang..."

"Young master..." On the other side of the phone came Uncle Zhang's simple and honest voice: "what you asked me to help has been done..."

"The contract of more than 200 mu of land has been terminated..."

"You see..."

"Uncle Zhang, please help me find a new partner to cooperate with..." Ling Ping An yawned and said, "you can sign the contract for me..."

He didn't want to go back for such a thing.

"Hello The old village head across the phone said yes with a smile.

"Well, please." Ling Ping'an hangs up the mobile phone with a smile.

Then, suddenly, he remembered.

"Why so fast?" He scratched his head.

Isn't the green source company that contracted his land very powerful?

No, it doesn't matter!

Originally, Ling Ping An was ready to fight a lawsuit with him.

It's hard to think of it. It's so easy to solve it.

"Maybe Uncle Zhang has a big face..." Ling Ping An thought.

This is the only explanation.

Otherwise, how could the other party give up so easily?

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Hang up the phone in hand, just also a pair of simple and honest old man, look back.

He looked at the plaque in front of him.

Nod your head gently.

As a result, the workers who had been on standby for a long time rushed to remove the plaque.

Then, the man talked about an axe and chopped the plaque into pieces.

A big bellied man, not far away, looking at all this foolishly.

He covered his face and did not dare to lift his head.

In the heart is remorse unceasingly.

He couldn't think of it. It was just that no one was picking strawberries.

It's such a big deal.

First, the company changed hands.

Three foundations, which hold 60% of his company's shares, held a meeting to remove his seat.

Then all the industries in the name are targeted.

The loan was called and the tax was checked.

Overnight, the capital chain was broken, and there was nothing in the moment, and he owed the bank a lot of debt.

And then there is the scene.

An old man in cotton padded clothes, with workers and the decision of the board of directors, drove him out of the office.

Then, in front of him, he took down the company's plaque and smashed it a little bit.

The old man slowly came to the man.

"Zhang Daoming..."

"You can't stay in Jiangcheng city..."

"Let's go

Over the past two hundred years, each family has been operating various industries in this city secretly.

The federal Empire favored the extraordinary.They can always take advantage of financing and entrepreneurship.

After 200 years of accumulation, wealth alone is enough to frighten people.

Take the Zhang family as an example. In the past two hundred years, the consortia, banks and companies in Jiangcheng have no shares in Zhangjiakou?

That is to say, because of the ancestral precepts, Zhangjia scattered the wealth among foundations, never showing off.

If it is ordinary people, they may have to worry that the foundation will be embezzled.

But, who dares to make such a small move to Zhang Jia?

Therefore, the wealth of Zhangjia, not only did not decrease, but also increased with the advent of the mobile Internet era.

So it is in Zhangjia.

The same is true of other families.

So, for 200 years, the owner never had to worry about money.

"Let's go!" The old village head slowly turned around and said to the Secretary carrying the briefcase: "book me a flight ticket to Nanyang this afternoon..."

"Yes..." The Secretary nodded and bowed: "Mr. Zhang!"

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Riding a small electric donkey, looking at the navigation on the mobile phone.

Fujiwara Qianhua finally found the alley mentioned by his cousin.

"Qiyuan Bookstore..." She slowly found it along the street.

Finally, she saw a sign hanging under the street lamp -- Qiyuan bookstore!

"Here it is!" Fujiwara clenched his fist happily.

So she pulled the donkey to the side of the road.

Then he picked up the heavy box and walked over.

She went to the door of the store and looked curiously at the inside of the store.

A young man in his twenties and twenties was sitting in the simple counter of a bookstore, holding a mobile phone in his hand, and he didn't know what he was looking at.

A kitten, lying on the counter.

Everything in the bookstore is very simple.

The floor is made of wood, and the posters on the walls are also very simple ones printed by street copy shops.

In any case, it doesn't look like "a very special person" or "a wonderful bookstore" in the mouth of Michiko Chiba.

She looked and knocked on the door.

Sincerely

Looking at the mobile phone, the young man raised his head and saw her, and the other party immediately laughed.

"Welcome..." He said, "come in, please."

His voice, it sounds very ordinary.

There is neither magnetism nor momentum.

On the contrary, I was a little lazy, as if I didn't sleep well this morning.

But Fujiwara remembers his cousin's suggestion.

"Mountains are not high, there are fairies, water is not deep, there are dragons..." She read an ancient article in her heart: "Si is a humble house, but I am virtuous!"

In this country, people don't judge by their appearance.

When tenghara was a child, he heard from his grandfather that there was an old man living in seclusion in the capital of the country.

Every day is raising chickens and ducks, teasing birds, and most ordinary old people.

However, even if it is the first assistant of the central nervous system, it is necessary to carry out the disciple ceremony in front of him.

Even the emperor should respect him.

So, Fujiwara opened the door and walked forward with the food box in his hand.

"Hello..." She bowed politely: "I'm Chihua Fujiwara. I'm delivering takeout for Michiko!"

Said, she will be in the hands of the food box, struggling to put on the counter.

"Fujiwara sauce!" The other side seemed to take a serious look at Fujiwara, and then laughed: "I heard that thousand night sauce said you!"

"Haye!" Chihuahua Fujiwara bowed deeply: "I am Qianhua Fujiwara, please give me more advice!"

As a Chinese, even if it is a frustrated Chinese, Fujiwara's etiquette is not to blame.

To a certain extent, her etiquette can even be compared with that of the federal aristocrats in the imperial capital!

This is also the helplessness of small countries.

Since the economy, military, population and territory are far inferior to big brother.

Then you have to pick the details.

Every action, every gesture, even smile, has strict rules and requirements.

Especially in this foreign land, almost all Fusang people will become very serious and serious.

For fear of losing points in etiquette and being looked down upon.

Even if others don't care, Fusang people are very serious and serious.

This is the national character of Fusang.

But the other party seems to have no etiquette cultivation at all, just said with a smile: "Fujiwara sauce need not be so polite..."

As he spoke, he opened the food box.

Then, he looked at the delicious food in the food box, took it out as if nobody else did, smell it, and then praised: "the craft of thousand night sauce is really getting better and better!"

He picked up his chopsticks and couldn't wait to eat.This makes Fujiwara a a little disappointed.

"Is this what Michiko calls a" very special person " She thought, "not really."

But

Fujiwara's pupil suddenly enlarged.

She looked at a bow in the cupboard behind the bookstore owner.

The Chinese from Fusang have swallowed.

"Your honor..." "Is that bow in your cupboard?" she asked

The other side raised his head and looked at Chihuahua Fujiwara, and then he laughed: "that bow..."

"A guest, mortgage with me..."

"Mortgage?" Fujiwara took a deep breath and asked, "why did she mortgage the bow here?"

The other party laughed: "because the guest bought books here, and forgot to bring money, he took a bow as pledge, and said that he would redeem it in half a month..."

"Buy books?" Chihua Fujiwara swallowed.

"Yes?" He looked at Fujiwara Qianhua, eyes, suddenly bright up, as bright as the sun, as dazzling as stars: "do you want to have Fujiwara sauce?"

Fujiwara Qianhua listen, only feel the air around, instantaneous solidification down, the skin pores are trembling.

She quickly shook her head: "thank you very much..."

"I don't need to..."

Dare she buy it?

I dare not!

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