For the sake of the second eternal night, Mao Yongan tried his best to negotiate with the old guys in Daocheng, and after a lot of effort, he reluctantly got them to agree to come out.
but...
This trip to the wasteland was no less than a nightmare for him.
All the ghosts were like crazy. Whenever they saw him, they would chase him with all their lives, just like he was digging up other people's ancestral graves.
After finally escaping the pursuit, he saw a dilapidated temple and wanted to hide inside and take a rest.
As a result, as soon as he reached the door, there was an urgent ringing of the bell, which almost knocked him to death. Then the temple door closed by itself, and he could not get in no matter what.
The ghost king who is chasing me...
What's more, I just saw a weird scene from a distance.
An old woman kept scattering paper money, two people played suona, and several characters who looked like bearers carried the ghost king with several large wooden boards.
It looks very strange.
That's why he paused for a moment!
Then...
The ghost king on the wooden board was like crazy, chasing after him!
"What the hell, are the ghosts in the wasteland becoming more and more domineering now?"
"Damn it, when I rise and cure Master Dao, I will kill you first!"
Suddenly, several figures appeared in front of them. They were dressed simply and looked like farmers who had been exposed to the sun. Each of them held a torch and was galloping through the wasteland!
"Brothers in front of me, I am Wang Ye of Tianzhu!"
"help me!"
"Tianzu owes you a favor!"
Mao Yongan called for help a little excitedly. Since the Tian group was outside, he still had a lot of face and most people were not willing to mess with him.
After all, the Tian group is famous for protecting shortcomings!
This is also the reason why he is willing to do things in Wang Ye's face. It is indeed a good idea!
Especially Wang Ye’s fame is getting more and more popular!
but...
After Mao Yongan finished shouting, the men were suddenly stunned.
"The mission given by the elders in the village is aimed at Wang Ye, right?"
"yes!"
"Check the photos and don't make any mistakes."
Several people carefully took out their mobile phones and opened the photo. It was Wang Ye's face.
One of them took out a flashlight, shined it on Mao Yongan's face, and quickly shouted: "It's Wang Ye!"
"Sure enough, Wang Ye's face still matters!"
Mao Yongan felt happy and accelerated towards the few people!
Not surprisingly, these people exuded strong energy fluctuations.
Then...
Target him!
"We don't need to do anything, just hold him back!"
"Let the ghost behind him kill him!"
The leading strong man sneered and ordered!
Hearing the strong man's voice, Mao Yongan was startled for a moment, and his face changed wildly: "Wang Ye, I'm going to fuck you!"
He felt that long-range attacks were coming one after another. If he stopped for a moment, he would be killed by the ghost king behind him!
For a moment, I was in a desperate situation!
“It’s the last one!!”
With heartache, Mao Yongan took out the last fruit, and with a roar, he got into the crack and disappeared!
Following this scene, several dark-skinned strong men froze on the spot!
After the ghost king lost the trace of Mao Yongan, he became very manic and set his sights on several strong men.
Then...
A shrill scream sounded!
The scene was very bloody for a while!
The team sent by Qingfeng Village to carry out the task of assassinating Wang Ye died tragically at the hands of the Wasteland Ghost King before they even left the army!
It is estimated that even Qingfeng Village will not figure it out.
After all, one person who has awakened his strength four times and three people who have awakened his strength three times are definitely enough compared to Wang Ye's data at that time...
But facing the Ghost King, it's just more blood!
…
Seeing the surrounding environment, Mao Yongan breathed a sigh of relief!
Fortunately, this damn random teleportation didn't trick him again, otherwise he really couldn't help but want to commit suicide.
However, after several incidents, Mao Yongan still felt something was wrong.
This trip to the wasteland was so weird.
My destiny is to wander on the edge of life, but always get unexpected gains...
Why did I just wander around and gain nothing this time?
As he thought about it, his expression gradually became more serious, no longer as playful as before.
Taking out a simple and worn turtle shell, Mao Yongan squeezed out a drop of blood and dripped it on it.
Then...
After shaking it for a few times, three copper coins fell from the turtle shell.
...
Mao Yongan frowned deeply.
Fate has been changed!
Totally wrong!
When did I start having problems with Wang Ye's mask?
No, that's not right!
As the only Taoist in Daocheng, Mao Yongan's mind is not low, but he is lazy most of the time, or he focuses on supernatural items.
When he realized the problem, he quickly became alert.
Finally, as memory fragments flashed through his mind, Mao Yongan's body shook!
fruit! ! !
The old woman gave her half of the fruit!
Ever since I ate the fruit and returned to Daocheng, everything has gone wrong!
During this period, although I was still able to obtain supernatural items, the probability was getting lower and lower unknowingly!
For a moment, Mao Yongan shuddered.
Is the old woman really just kind-hearted? Then why half a pill?
Where is the other half?
Is my destiny connected with others?
Is that why you are becoming more and more dangerous and your gains are getting lower and lower?
Taking a deep breath, Mao Yongan's expression became more solemn. He put away the turtle shell and copper coins, stood up, and looked directly in the direction of going to Beijing.
"Change my life!"
"I'm just afraid that the other person's life is not strong enough to withstand it!"
Mao Yongan murmured to himself, his expression neither happy nor sad. At this moment... he seemed to be the real Taoist disciple of Daocheng, not Mao Yongan.
"Do you really think that I, Mao Yongan, am easy to bully?"
"Master Tao, I have decided on this statement."
With a hint of coldness in his eyes, Mao Yongan's figure disappeared into the darkness. Looking at the direction he left, it was Shangjing!
...
Although I still don’t know what the fruit does, it’s obvious...
It’s related to destiny!
In the hexagram, there is someone who shares his destiny and occupies the dominant position.
And myself...
More like a bodyguard to ward off disasters!
At this time, Mao Yongan could bear it.
Daozi...can't bear it!
…
On the other side, Wang Ye opened his eyes in confusion and stretched a little tiredly.
"Why did you fall asleep again?"
After stretching his muscles, Wang Ye frowned slightly.
Then his eyes focused on his arm that had been pressed under his head.
"Heavy..."
On the arm, there is a bloody word carved on it.
The nails on his other hand were obviously stained with blood.
