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After fleeing for half an hour, Wang Ye sat in an abandoned supermarket, breathing heavily!
With the finger of the sedan owner, a large area of his back seemed to have been burned, and there was a special energy that was blocking the healing of flesh and blood.
Wang Ye mobilized the energy in his body and kept pouring into his back, forcing the strange energy out of his body inch by inch.
for a long time...
Wang Ye's forehead was covered with sweat and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Drops of black blood dripped down his back, and after losing that weird energy, the flesh and blood on his back kept squirming and remained intact.
The iron pot in the cloth bag was on the verge of breaking at any time.
Wang Ye took out the iron pot. After losing the suppression of the two cloth bags, the iron pot completely shattered and turned into an ordinary piece of iron!
The rotten meat and bones in the iron pot were scattered on the ground. The abandoned supermarket was filled with the smell of decay.
The red and white sedan was placed quietly in the center of the supermarket, crushing a pile of shelves and exuding a faint ghostly aura that permeated the entire supermarket.
Suddenly, even the temperature in the supermarket dropped a few points again!
Wang Ye opened the sedan curtain, and it was empty inside with only one seat, and on the seat was an ancient thread-bound book.
Wang Ye picked up the book, flipped through it, and found that it was all in ancient Chinese characters. With his culture...
Don't know him at all.
However, it should also be a good thing.
Wang Ye carefully placed the book in a box and then stored it in a cloth bag.
Just looking at the sedan, Wang Ye had a trace of sadness on his face.
The iron pot was broken, and the cloth bag couldn't fit in it. It still hurts after it was broken into pieces...
After thinking about it and realizing that there was no solution no matter what, Wang Ye gritted his teeth, picked up the sedan, and carried it on his back!
The huge sedan was tied to Wang Ye's body, which looked very thin. There was a sharp contrast between the size of the sedan and the size of the sedan.
Unexpectedly, the sedan was not as heavy as Wang Ye imagined. Although it was too large, which affected his mobility to a certain extent, fortunately it did not waste his physical strength.
"It's time to check out the mission given by that old fox Zhang Ziliang."
Thinking about it, Wang Ye carried the huge sedan on his back and walked towards the Scavenger City!
The bent waist looks like a twilight old man...
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"If you keep pestering me, believe it or not, I will fight you tooth and nail!"
In the wasteland, an angry voice sounded. Mao Yongan held Wang Ye's face in his face, jumped up and down, and ran very fast.
A ghost wearing mourning clothes and holding a brazier followed him closely, crying continuously.
At this time, blood was flowing out of Mao Yongan's eyes and nostrils, and his whole person looked a little ferocious, but no matter what method he used, the mourning ghost followed him closely.
It seems like it will never end!
This weird scene has never happened before...
Mao Yongan was about to cry, so he took out another puppet and threw it on the ground!
The puppet exudes a rich blood energy, and the attraction between this pair of ghosts is simply unparalleled!
After the puppet landed, it ran in the opposite direction.
In the past, whenever he resorted to this method, he was always successful, but today...
The mourning ghost seemed invisible, and instead cried even louder!
Finally, Mao Yong'an's skin was a little broken, and with a look of pain on his face, he gritted his teeth: "Damn it, Master Dao, I'll wait for you!"
After he finished speaking, he took out a fruit that looked like a human head from his pocket and threw it on the ground.
The fruit emits a strong light, and along with the roar, a crack appears in the air!
He had begged for three of these fruits after talking to his ancestors, and used them to explore some extremely dangerous places during the Eternal Night...
I didn’t expect to use one just after entering the wasteland!
The main thing is that this fruit is full of uncertainty, God knows where he will be transmitted!
Glancing resentfully at the mourning ghost behind him, Mao Yongan stepped into the crack in space. The crack healed, and the mourning ghost stopped and let out an angry roar that resounded in the wasteland.
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In the old house, the red lanterns at the door become more and more coquettish, and the inside is full of festive atmosphere.
A spatial crack suddenly appeared in the courtyard.
Then...
Mao Yongan got out.
Looking at all the ghost kings, the half-king...
The ghostly aura exuded by them filled the courtyard, carrying endless pressure!
And the center point they revolve around is an egg...
Eggs that glow with golden light.
Every ghost king can easily create a ghost realm, let alone the gathering of many ghost kings!
This courtyard is almost the most dangerous place on the outskirts of the wasteland.
Stimulated by the pure and rich ghost energy, Mao Yongan's body instantly became stiff and covered with a layer of frost.
Suddenly...
A ghost king wearing mourning clothes and a red hijab immediately focused his attention on him.
Even with a hijab covering his face, Mao Yongan could still feel the vicious gaze behind him!
"Depend on!"
"I'll forget it if you play to death!"
"Master Dao is not particularly prepared to live today!"
Mao Yongan seemed to be crazy, yelling among the ghost kings, and then threw a fruit into the ground!
Amidst the roar...
A crack appeared in the sky again!
And Mao Yongan, with lightning speed, grabbed the egg on the ground and got into the crack!
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Several ghost kings looked at this sudden scene and were stunned for a few seconds. Then they collectively let out an angry roar and took action against the crack that was about to disappear!
Waves of strange energy, strange attack methods...
At this moment, everything poured into this crack!
Fortunately, each ghost only had one chance to strike, the crack disappeared, and a bone-chilling scream came from inside!
These ghosts in the old house...
At this moment, everyone went berserk!
Especially the owner of the sedan chair, he was like crazy, the energy in his body kept raging!
All the ghost kings present had Wang Ye's face deeply engraved in their minds.
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Looking at the Scavenger City that was already close at hand, Wang Ye felt an inexplicable chill in his body.
Then, a space crack appeared in front of him!
Wang Ye was startled for a moment, then retreated sharply, carrying a red and white sedan and carrying a ghost knife. His expression was full of vigilance, and he was constantly analyzing in his mind!
Apart from the sedan owner, he couldn't think of anyone else who could be so persistent!
Does the sedan itself have a positioning function?
An invisible pressure caused a drop of cold sweat to flow from Wang Ye's forehead.
The next second, a bloody man rushed out of the crack and lay on the ground, holding a golden egg tightly in his arms.
people?
Wang Ye was a little surprised, so he cautiously approached him, looked at the bloody man's face, and was stunned for a moment.
Actually put it in his own face?
However, after seeing the huge black backpack behind the bloody man, Wang Ye quickly recognized his identity.
Mao Yongan! ! !
What is this Taoist priest doing with his face in his face?
For a moment, Wang Ye's face turned as dark as ink.
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The author has something to say:
I need to sort out the dungeon of Scavenger City. There are quite a lot of pitfalls about Scavenger City in the outline... so the plot will be more complicated to write... I will update it three times today.
