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"Bang!" It was as if my kick had hit a person's shoulder. That person's body became unstable for a moment, and he fell to the right. However, at this time, his feet bounced a few times and he managed to stabilize his body so that he wouldn't fall down.

I endured the pain from my knee and used all of my strength to kick it. Thus, the moment I landed, I felt as though my leg was about to break from my knee. Gritting my teeth, I immediately stood up. Only then did I notice that there was someone standing in front of me, and I recognized that person. It was the person who had gone silly this morning. I was shocked. That's not right, how could a fool like him come to this place in the middle of the night?

"It's Huang Xuanlong who asked you to come again?" I asked.

"Phew – Phew –" The man let out a deep exhalation. It was very thick, as if something was stuck in his throat, or as if his lungs were filled with something. The rise and fall of his chest caused his shoulders to move up and down. We faced each other for a long moment, then he lunged at me, and as I bent over, the man slid over my head. I hurriedly turned around to defend myself, but after that person pounced on me, his body rolled along the floor and he squatted on the floor. Following that, he immediately turned around to look at me.

I was stunned. This fellow's movements are too nimble. With such a tall and sturdy body, to be able to complete such a movement in an instant, how could I not be shocked?

Something happened to him that made him a complete different person." No, from the movements just now, it didn't seem like a human at all. That 'pounce' movement was extremely simple, it was jumping up with all four limbs spread out as a form of pressure. This was an animal's instinctive hunting. At this moment, he was crouching on the ground, his right leg half a step back and his center of gravity pressed down.

I suddenly thought that maybe it was Huang Xuanyuan who turned him into this, that he stuck a sigil on my back and made me look so miserable, and with this kind of power, it would be easy for him to turn a fool into something that was neither human nor ghost. With that in mind, I began to circle slowly behind him to see if there were any runes or anything like that on his back. But I wanted to go around behind him, but he kept his eyes on me out of caution, and he did the same when I turned a little.

I looked in my father's direction. At this moment, he and Ivy had already arrived at the well. He shouted towards Ichiro, "What is that thing?!"

I thought the bastard had gone so far that he felt he was no longer a threat and was beginning to feel better again. To prevent this person from suddenly attacking me, I didn't dare to take my eyes off him, so I shouted without looking up, "It's not something, it's a person!"

At this moment, he heard a thought scolding from the other side, "Who is it? You scared me so much that I had to kill him." Then she jogged over to the back of the man and asked, "Who the hell are you? What are you doing hiding in the reeds in the middle of the night? Are you trying to cut them secretly?"

As soon as the man heard a movement behind him, he turned his head with a start and bared his teeth at a thought.

The moment he thought about it, he jumped back in fear and cursed, "F * ck, is this a human? Are you crazy? "

However, compared to the invisible threat, this thing did not scare him away with just a thought. Instead, it had piqued his interest in this thing.

"Is he crazy or a fool?" As he spoke, he slowly leaned forward, trying to get a better look at his appearance.

"Be careful, he bites!" "No," I said.

Just as I finished speaking, the man slowly turned around and began to stare at One Thought. He stopped walking and waved his hands, saying, "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous."

When that person turned around, his back was completely exposed from my sight. I took a closer look and saw that there wasn't any sort of talisman on his back. This was strange. Since there was nothing, how did he become like this? Wasn't it on his back? I looked him over again, but there was nothing out of the ordinary, so how did he get so controlled?

"One Thought, I've met this person before at noon. He's not very powerful. Didn't you stay in the army for two years as a security guard? "Then I'll leave him to you. My leg is injured right now, so it's not convenient for me to move it." When I finished, I plopped down on the floor. My legs really hurt now.

"If you say that, I'll admit I'm scared. But when it comes to fighting, you see. "

I thought to myself, so what if you're fighting? Didn't you get beaten up pretty badly by me just now?

At this time, the person seemed to be unable to hold it in any longer and began to get restless. He threw himself at One Thought again, with the same simple action. With a sneer, he stood there without moving. Then, he raised his leg and kicked that person.

In the end, One Thought sat on the ground and that person was sent flying back. I was secretly shocked, thinking that this kick was really not simple. I had experienced that person's strength just now, so I did not manage to kick him down with all of my strength. He was actually standing there without moving, kicking over that menacing person with one kick. Looks like the basic knowledge of One Thought is very solid, this also makes me feel at ease.

"What are you doing? You're pretty good at external martial arts." One after another, he stood up and stared at that person.

That person shouted viciously, staring at the thought as if he was looking for an opportunity. He did not dare to be careless and turned left and right around the man. I want to see when I can finish this fight. I don't have the time to waste here.

"With just a thought, are you confident? There's not much time left to finish the battle quickly. " I shouted.

As I shouted, the man seemed to remember that there was a threat like me behind him, and he turned and stared at me, his throat gurgling. I saw that the situation wasn't right, this thing actually knew how to pick a soft persimmon to bully. It knew that it wouldn't be able to defeat me in a single thought, so it started charging towards me.

The thing began to move toward me, step by step. When I saw it break, I tried to stand up, but my legs wouldn't obey me, so I couldn't stand up. At this moment, a thought ran for a few small steps from behind, and a thought jumped up very high. Then, using the force of the impact, he sent a punch towards this person. This man was truly clever. When he heard the sound of movement behind him, he turned around to look. If he hadn't turned his face, that would have been fine. But when he turned his face and was hit in the face by One Thought Hit, I could clearly feel the liquid splattering on my face. I didn't need to ask to know that it was blood. That person immediately let out a wail, turned around and ran towards the northwest direction. His speed was extremely fast, and soon, he disappeared.

Even I was dumbfounded by what I saw. Thinking that this move is too beautiful, its position is extremely accurate, and its strength is also strong enough. This guy, who did not know what kind of evil technique, was knocked away by him. I really don't understand, people often say that the skilled are bold, with the thought of having such skill, how can they be so timid?

"Leaving just like that? Not a single word?" With a thought, he threw what he was holding to his side, clapped his hands, and walked over to help me up. "Are you alright?"

With his help, I reluctantly stood up and wiped my face. "What was that thing in your hand just now?"

"Rock!" This guy's external skills were too impressive, he couldn't make it in time. "We can only use rocks now."

So that's how it is. No wonder my fist splashed all over my face, thinking that this move is too venomous. However, what kind of evil technique did that man use just now to make him lose his natural instinct? He was as stupid as an animal, but how did his strength become so strong, and his body also became as hard as a rock? What was even weirder was that if he really lost his nature, why did he still know how to run after losing a battle? Could it be that this fist of his broke through that evil art?

The three of us walked to the well and pushed the cart onto the eastern mound of earth. The night wind blew from the southwest, and the water inside the well sparkled like a myriad of eyes blinking under the wind. The water kept coming to the shore like a big tongue. The other three sides were dark, and there was no sign of where the water met the shore. We pulled the glass down along with the quilt and laid it flat on the floor. The glass became restless as soon as it touched the ground.

Sense. This was sensation. Glass must have sensed that the other half of his soul was nearby, but the soul couldn't get through, so he was very impatient and very uneasy.

At the well, I didn't know what to do. The soul of the glass was under the water now, and I didn't know how to get him up. The traditional method was to call out the soul. According to what the leopard cat said, it was to walk three times around the pond with a lamp, shouting as it walked. Damn it, how do we circle this circle? Turn left or right? At that time, he didn't even think about asking so many questions. Now he was in trouble. There was also a dead ghost under this pool of water. He was trying to capture a substitute, but after so much difficulty, he finally got hold of this soul. Would he be willing to let go? It seemed that controlling this dead man was the key to the problem. But there was only one way to control him: to sleep, to dream. Interrogate him in a dream, or just let him reincarnate, don't mess around here. The problem was that it was impossible for me to fall asleep in such a state.

I told them so they would know what was going on. The thought of being told by me left him in a daze. Half believing and half doubting, he kept asking if I was serious.

"Yeah, it's impossible for him to fall asleep so quickly." Dad said.

We were both silent. If the problem of falling asleep was not resolved, things could not go on. What should we do? Suddenly, he thought of something and said, "I have an idea."

I hurriedly looked towards the direction of the voice. Who would have thought that before I could even tilt my head a little, someone would heavily punch the back of my head, causing golden stars to appear in front of my eyes. I shook my head and stared at him as I cursed, "Bastard, what are you doing?"

"I'll send you to your dreams." Before I could finish, he punched me again.

This time, I could no longer see anything. I heard a thought from the side saying, "Hey, the back of my head is so hard." Then he said, "Hold on, hold on." The sound grew softer and softer until it stopped, and the pain in his knee was numbing, and finally he could no longer feel it.

Then another voice came slowly, and when I opened my eyes, it was not dark, but I could see nothing. I pricked up my ears to listen. The sound was small at first, but soon it grew louder. Another group of people were crying, very sad, very miserable. Could it be that four or five people were the same as last time, I thought.

"Who's crying, quickly show yourself." I shouted, thinking that last time I hadn't figured it out, this time I'd have to get to the bottom of it.

Not long later, a few people appeared in front of me. All of them knelt on the ground with their heads lowered as they cried. They were extremely sad. Sure enough, there were still those five people: men and women, some dressed in white, and some bare-chested.

"Why are you crying all the time?"

"Lord Judgement, you have to uphold justice for me." They rushed to tug at my clothes while they were crying, making my ears buzz. I quickly took a step back and shouted, "Don't be noisy, just say it one at a time. Here, say it." I pointed to one of the bare-chested men.

We are all dead men from around here. We should all have been reincarnated after the end of our lifespan, but we were trapped at the bottom of this well and couldn't go anywhere." "Wuu — so desolate." Just as he finished speaking, the others also started crying.

"Don't cry, I'll be your judge." Who made you into this, and why are you bound here? " I pointed to the woman in white on the far left. "Everyone else shut up, you say."

Sure enough, after I scolded them, they stopped crying and just knelt there sobbing quietly.

"I don't know his name either. I only know that he is in his forties and is bald. It was just a short while ago that he called us all together to help him. If we refused, our souls would be dispersed by him, so we had no choice but to obey under pressure. But after we were done, he threw us into the water and tied us up. It's so cold, we can't move, and we can't reincarnate. It's so painful. "

"This person can control you through magic and make you help him? "Isn't it?"

"Yeah, yeah …" They fought to be the first to speak.

Forty years old, bald, and proficient in martial arts. Just these three things alone are enough to allow me to determine that this person is without a doubt Huang Profound Dragon. There was no doubt that Huang Xuanlong was the one who drove them to commit the crime, and then pretended that God had helped people to resolve it and swindled them for money. Huang Profound Dragon actually had the ability to control ghosts? Is that really true? Does he really have to have this ability?

"Then tell me, what did he tell you to do?"

"He told me to go to the river east of the village and scare an old man." The woman in white said.

"What? It's you?" I was shocked. The Water Origin Tree had a root. Yang Tuo said that it was her that appeared on the surface of the river in the middle of the night. I couldn't believe that I found the reason why Yang Tuo died here. In the past, Nian Bing and Wu Ruilan had both talked about how bad Huang Xuanlong was, and after some speculation, it was possible that he had such a motive, but there was no solid evidence. Now that there was a ghost to testify that this was true, the poor old man had been fooled by the Allah in his heart for six hundred dollars, and had even sung a hymn to him.

"What about you?" I pointed to the man next to him, who had been sobbing with his head down, saying nothing as if no one else was asking.

"He wanted me to go to the highway intersection to harm people, but I was discovered and failed the mission."

As soon as he said that, my heart skipped a beat and I asked, "When did it happen?" Because I was at the intersection with Glass when we got back, and there was almost an accident, and two of them had their hands on the steering wheel when it happened, and today I heard him say he seemed to have something to do with it.

"The night before yesterday."

The night before yesterday, I thought, wasn't it when I was driving back with Glass? He was the one who almost killed us by holding onto the steering wheel.

The man raised his head, his face filled with shock. "How did you know?"

When I saw his face, I was also surprised. "Why is it you? Why haven't you reincarnated yet?"