Looking at the disappearing figures of the two people, Liu Qian felt a little disappointed on her face.
really...
Even if I work hard to awaken a second time, is it still just a burden?
Seeing Liu Qian's emotions, Wang Qiang smiled to himself: "Aggrieved? In fact, Wang Ye is right. The gap between us and his strength is too far."
"Instead of feeling sorry for yourself, it is better to work hard to do what you can do now and improve your strength as soon as possible."
"After all, there are more and more supernatural incidents. If you want to survive, you have to prove your worth."
With that said, Wang Qiang turned and left, seriously directing the investigators to evacuate the crowd and seal off the scene.
Liu Qian was silent for a moment, her eyes firmed up again, looking at the ghosts produced in the ghost realm, and continuously recording the data.
…
Tian group headquarters.
"Is that all?"
Li Xinghe leaned on the chair, looked at a list, and asked.
Zhang Ziliang nodded: "They are all trash fish, and the big ones are still hiding."
"They are all from the Buddhist clan." Li Xinghe suddenly said.
Zhang Ziliang nodded silently and stood in front of the window. He didn't know what he was thinking about for a long time: "Maybe we can perform another show."
"Su Changqing?"
Li Xinghe thought for a moment.
Zhang Ziliang nodded, his expression a little solemn.
If there is really something wrong with Su Changqing, it means that Tianzhu is rotten to the core.
…
Bungalow area.
The smell of blood floated faintly in the air, which seemed a bit depressing.
The street was deserted, and from time to time the sound of chewing could be vaguely heard from the surrounding rooms.
The moment you enter the bungalow area, the sound of chewing disappears instantly.
Crazy, bloodthirsty eyes were revealed in each window, staring at Wang Ye and Mao Yongan faintly.
Smelling the fresh flesh and blood, the owners of the eyes became more and more irritable and restless.
finally...
The door of a room suddenly opened, and a middle-aged man, with two hands that had been bitten until only the skeleton was left, and a bulging belly, roared and rushed towards Wang Ye and Wang Ye.
And as if this had set off a signal, the sound of countless doors opening rang out, revealing a group of ghost slaves, with strong venom in their eyes, full of excitement.
This fresh flesh and blood seems to them to be the most wonderful food in the world.
"Let your villains bite them?"
Wang Ye glanced at Mao Yong'an lightly and said with a gesture.
Mao Yongan looked unhappy: "They will be strangled to death!"
Even as he said this, he still took out a handful of plant seeds from his black backpack and scattered them on the ground.
The seeds rolled on the ground and turned into a group of humanoid plants, which excitedly rushed towards the ghost slaves.
But after all, the number of plant seeds was not as good as that of the ghost slaves, and the individual strength was even worse. Although some ghost slaves were stopped and torn into pieces, more ghost slaves had already rushed in front of the two of them.
Their faces were filled with ferocious looks, and they opened their mouths excitedly, biting down on the two of them.
"These things are not as powerful as I thought." Wang Ye had no choice but to pull out the Ghost Sword and slashed roughly again.
Mao Yongan calmly took two steps back and stood behind Wang Ye, full of comfort: "It's really safe to hang out behind Wang Ye."
The corner of Wang Ye's mouth twitched slightly, he glanced at Mao Yong'an indifferently, and instantly dispersed the group of ghost slaves, using his feet firmly, he jumped to the roof.
The ghost slaves who lost their target were stunned for a moment, and then focused on Mao Yongan.
"Damn, the man named Wang is so dishonest!"
Mao Yongan looked at Wang Ye on the roof and cursed. He hurriedly avoided the attack of the ghost slave. He took out a small spray bottle from his pocket and sprayed himself twice.
A faint smell of rotting corpses emanated from his body and floated in the air.
The ghost slaves lost their target again, but their eyes became more and more crazy and urgent.
Finally, they looked at each other and bit each other.
Some thin ghost slaves were quickly bitten into skeletons, but their mouths were still opening and closing.
Wang Ye stood on the roof, watching all this indifferently, his eyes scanning around.
The ghost slaves in this area are more than one level worse than those in Lin'an City, and they will even attack indiscriminately when there is no target.
Maybe, is this just a relatively low-level ghost?
His ghost realm is not enough to support him in controlling such a large number of ghost slaves?
After pondering slightly, the ghost slaves below became more and more crazy. A faint blood mist floated in the air, stimulating the surviving ghost slaves and making them even crazier.
Soon, the only bones left on the ground were bitten into pieces by them, and blood continued to flow from the mouth.
The few remaining ghost slaves became increasingly violent, the energy emitted from their bodies became more terrifying, and their movements became faster and faster.
Finally, one of the ghost slaves set his eyes on Wang Ye on the roof. With strong desire in his eyes, he suddenly jumped to the roof and rushed to Wang Ye at an extremely fast speed. In front of him, only half of his skeleton was left, exuding a powerful aura.
"As you devour it, will your own strength become stronger?"
Wang Ye said to himself, glanced at Mao Yongan, who was leisurely watching the excitement below, dodged the attack of the ghost slave, and punched it on the back.
'Dong'
A low voice sounded, and the ghost slave's body trembled violently, but it quickly calmed down.
Turning around, he roared and charged towards Wang Ye again.
"Have the bones become harder?"
Through the feedback brought by the punch, Wang Ye had a certain understanding of the strength of the ghost slave. He drew out the ghost slave and cut the ghost slave in half at will. The look in his eyes became more and more intense.
In fact, one thing that has always puzzled him is that he cannot determine what kind of strength he has.
Depending on the number of awakenings, ghosts can pass through the ghost realm. Although there will be a certain error, the error will not be too large.
But for someone like me, who has no special powers in his body and is just constantly strengthening his body, he cannot find his own position.
Moreover, through this period of constant fighting, the shortcomings gradually became apparent.
If you encounter a mental attack, or a human sea tactic, you have no other choice but to be tough.
perhaps...
You can look for an opportunity to pick up two Buddhist practices and take a look.
They have always followed the physical path, and perhaps this path can be more perfect.
After cutting down a ghost slave again, Wang Ye jumped off the roof and came to Mao Yongan. He picked up the spray without any explanation and sprayed some on himself.
really...
Relying on physical strength is still a bit vulgar.
At the same time, in the deepest room of the bungalow area, a bald old man knelt on the ground piously, clasping his hands.
"Amitabha."
Following the chanting of the Buddha, the old man picked up a small knife and gently cut off the flesh on his body piece by piece, making the slices even.
Blood continued to flow down the body, but the gaze in the bald head became more pious, as if he was doing a sacred thing.
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