Wang Ye had a solemn look in his eyes.
Needless to say about this thing, even ordinary people know its value.
As we all know, the awakening systems of people from these two major sects, Buddhist Kingdom and Taoist City, are different from ordinary people.
What the Buddhist country pays attention to is self-cultivation!
The body is extremely strong, not just by awakening certain parts of the body, but by developing the body in an all-round way.
The Buddhist clan I met before was just the lowest disciple. His physical strength was not obvious, so he was easily dealt with.
If you meet Buddhist masters, they will be like invincible Xiaoqiang, and the golden light emanating from their bodies has a natural suppression on ghosts.
It can be said that the Buddhists' actions to deal with ghosts are full of violence.
Taoism, on the other hand, does not cultivate the body, but only cultivates the spirit.
Their bodies are so weak that even a stronger ordinary person can knock them down with one punch.
But their various weird abilities are very troublesome, as if they have enhanced telekinesis.
And there are many tricks. Even in his last life, during a city-destroying supernatural incident, Wang Ye saw with his own eyes an old man wearing a Taoist robe, flying in the sky on a sword.
Just like the sword-wielding flying immortal recorded in mythology, Wang Ye was amazed at the time.
And this Thunder Sound Fruit is a very wonderful thing.
It is said that after eating the Thunder Sound Fruit, the body will be greatly strengthened, and even the golden light like the Buddha will appear on the surface of the body, suppressing ghosts.
Unfortunately, this kind of thing usually only grows near the Buddhist country. Occasionally, one of them is spread to the black market, and will soon be taken away at a sky-high price.
"How to divide a Thunder Sound Fruit!"
Wang Ye glanced at Zhou Han indifferently and said.
He didn't believe that Zhou Han would be kind enough to give him the Lei Ying Guo.
"Who said that there is only one thunder fruit, and the body has become hard and ugly."
Zhou Han looked at Wang Ye with a look of disgust.
"How is it possible for Thunder Fruit to grow in a place like a mass grave? I once rescued a scavenger. In order to repay me, he told me a piece of information."
"He saw a ghost wandering in the mass grave, and the ghost had a thunder fruit in its pocket and a rosary in its hand."
"You should know the effect of thunder fruit. The rosary can enhance the power of mind, which is very suitable for my ability."
"It's just that telepaths are not suitable for acting alone, and I have never met anyone I can trust, so I have been shelving it."
Zhou Han's face was full of distress and he said helplessly.
A flash of thought flashed in Wang Ye's eyes, and he looked at Zhou Han after a long time: "Then are you sure that I won't take advantage of others?"
"It's useless for you to hold the rosary beads."
"And I am a telepath, so I still have a certain sense of people."
"You wouldn't be willing to kill such a cute little girl like me, would you~"
Zhou Han smiled and took Wang Ye's arm, shaking it gently, his eyes full of cuteness.
Looking at Zhou Han's pitiful eyes, Wang Ye withdrew his arm without leaving a trace: "You overestimate yourself a little. In my eyes, there are only living people and dead people."
"What a cold-blooded guy, so cool."
Faced with Zhou Han's coquettishness, Wang Ye's expression remained unchanged and very cold.
The last time she put on this look, the strong man from the Buddhist tribe was killed by her without blinking an eye.
"Meet you at the city gate at ten o'clock tomorrow morning."
"But if you still stay in my room, I will take your body to the mass grave and bury it with my own hands tomorrow."
Not wanting to watch this crazy woman perform anymore, Wang Ye said directly and coldly, with a hint of murderous intent exuding from his body.
Zhou Han looked pitiful, with tears in her eyes, looking very aggrieved. Want to say something more.
but...
What greeted her was Wang Ye's crossbow without hesitation!
His expression changed slightly, a light flashed between Zhou Han's eyebrows, and he controlled the crossbow arrow aimed at him to stay in mid-air.
"Boring man!"
Zhou Han glared at Wang Ye in shame, snorted, opened the door angrily and left.
Losing control of the energy, the crossbow fell to the ground.
Wang Ye's expression remained unchanged and he placed the crossbow on the table.
The best way to deal with this kind of woman is not to give her a chance to speak.
After closing the window, Wang Ye fell tiredly on the bed and fell asleep.
…
In the shopping mall, as all the bodies were carried out, all the investigators' faces were pale, and even some of the timid ones were trembling a little.
Head...
382!
After checking the head, the investigator's heart trembled.
What kind of strong psychological quality is required to chop off the heads of more than 300 people in a shopping mall.
In an instant, the reputation of Wang Ye from the Logistics Department spread among the investigators, and soon spread throughout Shangjing City.
After a while, the results of the body verification came out.
381! ! !
The face of the investigator captain changed suddenly, and he asked someone to check it repeatedly. After confirming that it was correct, his face turned a little pale.
According to Wang Qiang and Liu Qian's information, each head should correspond to a person.
But the body was inexplicably missing.
The captain took a deep breath, dialed the phone, and sent the information.
At Tianzhu headquarters, the lights in the conference room turned on, starting the overnight meeting.
But all this has nothing to do with Wang Ye.
…
In the early morning, Wang Ye got up on time, washed up, and took back the hemp rope sent by the investigator.
For some reason, he felt that the investigator looked at him strangely. When he took the hemp rope, the investigator hurried away as if he had accomplished something terrible.
as if...
Wang Ye found his way of delivering letters in him.
After everything was ready, Wang Ye's cell phone rang.
"Little brother, let's go. I'll wait for you at the east gate of the city~"
Listening to Zhou Han's sweet voice, Wang Ye hung up the phone without hesitation and muted the phone.
Standing at the door, after hesitating for a long time, Wang Ye gave up the idea of bringing the mail truck.
Although driving a mail truck was like having an extra guarantee in the wasteland, it only lasted three hours, and... he didn't want to expose the existence of the mail truck in front of Zhou Han.
After all, after going out last time, the location thirty miles east of the city is relatively safe.
Thinking about it, Wang Ye stopped a car and rushed to the east of the city.
As Wang Ye left, in the corner of the road, a woman with a blood hole on her head and blood still flowing out was staring faintly in the direction Wang Ye left.
A simple bronze nail was driven into the blood hole.
