Hearing this familiar voice, Zhou Han's expression suddenly changed.
The indifferent look disappeared instantly: "Senior, if nothing happens, I will leave first!" '
After saying that, Zhou Han turned around without hesitation, pushed open the door of the shop next door, walked in, and closed the door heavily.
"interesting?"
"If I remember correctly...it seems to be...Mao Gang?"
Po Meng's eyes were full of vicissitudes of life, as if she was recalling something, she suddenly laughed and shook her head.
"Grandma, during this period of time away from you, I really didn't think about food or tea. I missed you day and night!"
"I suddenly feel that being with you is the most beautiful time I have ever had!"
"Just let me stay by your side forever and serve you!"
At this time, Mao Yongan's handsome Taoist robe was full of holes and stained with a little blood and a fishy smell.
His hair was messy, his eyes were dull, and his bulging backpack was now much deflated.
God knows what he went through during this period!
Being chased by countless ghosts, Longhu Mountain was in crisis. After leaving Longhu Mountain, I provoked countless ghosts on the way to treasure hunting, and always fell into the ghost nest inexplicably...
He even saw a long sword stuck on the ground and pulled it out with force, directly pulling out a ghost king.
The ghost king was buried underground for some unknown reason and had no intention of coming out. The sword was stuck in his chest.
Mao Yong'an pulled it out without hesitation, causing the ghost king to burst out of the ground angrily.
After going through eighty-one hardships, Mao Yongan narrowly escaped death in the hands of the Ghost King. There were not many straw substitutes left in his hands...
In this case, he just sat on a stone on the side of the road and rested for a while.
Another half-king-level ghost passed by, and seemed to recognize his face. He looked like a desperate thirteenth man, as if triggering a certain killing pattern, and led him on another three-story journey in the wasteland. A ten-kilometer run.
As for the experience behind...
Not to mention.
Mao Yongan didn't even dare to recall it. Anyway, this journey was like a road to survival.
It wasn't until a certain moment that he suddenly woke up.
It seemed that those years with Po Meng were the safest.
Although he lost his freedom, at least he was still alive.
So after struggling painfully for a long time, he made his own choice in the world of freedom and survival.
He actually wanted to go back to Daocheng and find his ancestors for help.
but...
Daocheng is too far away.
We have to walk the previous road again, including the ghost market.
he...
I'm scared!
Based on my own magical experience, it is too difficult to return to Daocheng alive.
"Good boy, are you hungry?"
Po Meng glanced at Mao Yong'an with a smile: "Carry the rocking chair back. I've been feeling a little uncomfortable recently. Please press it for me."
With that said, Po Meng returned to the grocery store leisurely, while Mao Yongan took the rocking chair back with an indescribable emotion.
…
Wasteland.
It had been five hours since Wang Ye left the Qin Mansion. Fortunately, Wang Ye had been very cautious along the way and did not encounter any crises. Occasionally, a few ghost generals passed by and were avoided by him.
It's a bit frustrating.
Wang Ye always inadvertently recalled the days when he was the most powerful person in the wasteland and had friends everywhere!
That's really... a great network of friends!
Anyone who sees him can’t help but praise him, what a good man!
These glorious days are gone forever!
Wang Ye sighed a little, but fortunately, with the five hours of journey, through his continuous absorption of ghost energy, his level continued to rise, and he was about to return to the green line again.
I finally have the strength I had three months ago.
If you really meet a ghost general, you can even give him a 50-50 fight. If you count your own physical and mental strength, the half-king is not without his strength.
Count it down...
There is absolutely no problem with seven or eight Yang Chens.
Unexpectedly, one day I would be able to use Yang Chen as my own unit of measurement...
And at this time.
A whisper seemed to ring in Wang Ye's ears, very clear.
Even Wang Ye could feel a wisp of cool air blowing behind his ears.
Wang Ye's hair suddenly stood up!
There is something!
I still haven’t escaped!
"It hurts so much..."
The voice was full of pain, causing her voice to tremble slightly, and she sounded like a young woman.
But in this wilderness, where did the people come from?
Wang Ye didn't even have a head, he directly used his legs to force himself and fled away at a high speed.
But that strange feeling still existed. It seemed that the woman would always stay about half a meter behind him. Even Wang Ye could feel her gaze and the coldness on his back.
If he were at the peak of his strength, he would dare to be reckless even if he was the Ghost King, but now...
There was no other way but to run.
As for mental power, there is no special method for Daocheng. It is difficult to have any lethality. At most, it can prevent oneself from sinking into the illusion.
Soon, a drop of liquid fell on Wang Ye's neck. Wang Ye paused and gave up running.
He could finally see that without sufficient energy blessing, he would not be able to escape even if his legs alone were exhausted.
Do I still have to fight with a half-king-level ghost?
Yes, half king level.
Although mental power cannot cause effective damage, it is still very simple to check the strength of ghosts.
"Are you looking for death!?"
At this moment, Wang Ye's huge mental power spread completely, wrapping himself up so that no one could see the reality, and making himself look like he exuded a strong sense of pressure.
Right behind Wang Ye.
A woman with a pretty face, but a bloody hole in her abdomen that seemed to have been forcefully dug out by someone's hands, stood almost face to face with Wang Ye.
Her hair was wet, and through the wound on her abdomen, it could be clearly seen that the intestines inside had been violently torn out from the middle, and drops of blood kept dripping along the wound to the ground.
And there was half a gun tip stuck in her chest, which seemed to have penetrated her heart.
She raised her head numbly, looked at Wang Ye, and said faintly again: "I hurt so much."
"Do you need my help?"
"I can make you completely lose pain."
As he spoke, Wang Ye showed a ferocious smile, looking like a devil walking out of hell. A bone-chopping knife appeared in his hand, exuding a strong ghost aura.
Not only was he not frightened by the female ghost, but he took a step forward.
Wang Ye's indifferent behavior seemed to make the female ghost a little confused. After realizing that the distance between Wang Ye and herself had become closer, she subconsciously took a step back.
"Aren't you in pain?"
"I'm here to help you!"
As he spoke, intertwined lines appeared in front of Wang Ye. He quickly found the green thread belonging to the female ghost, gathered all the energy in his body, and slashed it with a knife.
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