"Brother, the waiter suddenly became very anxious, and the ghost energy in his body was running around. It was very serious."
"My memory has also recovered a little, so I took him out to find a solution."
"Don't read it."
This character is written very boldly and boldly, quite in Xiao Wu's style.
Of course, Wang Ye also once doubted whether Xiao Wu was the so-called Ksitigarbha.
After all, the gap between a Confucian scholar and a reckless man is too big, and it always feels not so real.
But what's wrong with Xiao Er's body? It can make Xiaowu nervous to this extent.
Wang Ye came to the wall again and carefully compared the details of every word in the note. After confirming that it was written by Xiao Wu, he was completely relieved.
The main reason that made him so vigilant was that the timing was too coincidental.
Zhang Ziliang suddenly disappeared out of thin air, and then Xiao Wu and Xiao Er also left the gate of hell.
Is this a coincidence, or is there some deeper purpose behind it?
Wang Ye came to Xiaosi's side and looked carefully for a long time, but could not find any trace of Po Meng on Xiaosi's face.
Sure enough, no matter how beautiful a woman gets old...
No, women are always beautiful!
For a while, Wang Ye became idle again. Bored, he casually placed the relic at home, and then went to the post office to practice in seclusion.
But having already recovered his previous strength, it is too difficult for him to take further steps.
He absorbed the Yin Qi in the post office for three full days, but the effect was pitifully low. According to this progress, it is estimated that he will not be able to take another step in thirty to fifty years.
Has it reached the point where it takes time?
With his current strength, when many big guys don't show up, he can barely be considered a master.
But after three eternal nights, who knows what level of demons and ghosts will appear, and by then... I will not be manipulated at will.
This scene made Wang Ye shudder.
And after entering the post office this time, the monkey rarely greeted him. Instead, he lay down on the steps leading to the second floor and fell into a deep sleep.
Its white hair turned a little red at this moment, and with every breath, there was energy oscillating around the body.
Has it even prepared for three eternal nights?
In comparison, the first Eternal Night was like a simple signal. Many ghosts resurrected in this land, full of threats to humans, which was equivalent to turning on the switch of certain things.
The Second Eternal Night is like a propeller, accelerating everyone's progress.
The third Eternal Night... should have officially begun. Whether it's a mule or a horse, many forces are finally going to show off their muscles.
Fighting or not is another matter, at least the momentum cannot be lost.
But in his own memory, everything stopped at the time of three eternal nights. Even Wang Ye didn't know whether there were four eternal nights.
After taking a look at the date, Wang Ye felt a little anxious.
Two months.
There are only two months left before the Third Eternal Night. If you increase your strength according to this progress, by then you will be at best a cannon fodder with a slightly greater role.
Moreover, the chaos in the Buddhist Kingdom was caused by his own handiwork.
The Maitreya clone was also killed on his own advice.
In other words, he and Lingshan should be regarded as mortal enemies now. Of course, this is only Wang Ye's unilateral idea.
To Lingshan, maybe Wang Ye... is just an active mosquito?
It's a bit annoying, but it can be killed with one slap.
There are even times when Wang Ye regrets why he went to this pirate ship in the underworld when he had nothing to do. From the very beginning, he was clearly arranged by those guys.
As a result, the underworld label on my current body is particularly serious.
It is estimated that this so-called rescue trip will not be able to escape.
Wang Ye felt helpless for a moment.
Zhang Ziliang, this old guy is so immortal, why did he disappear at this critical node?
Otherwise, I can still get some reference suggestions from him.
Sighing, Wang Ye stood up, looked at the empty post office, especially glanced at the stairs on the second floor, and then turned and left.
Sure enough, if you want to quickly improve your strength, you can't be comfortable.
You have to fight for this thing with your life.
Sometimes I really envy those so-called peerless geniuses who just drank water, took a nap, and achieved breakthroughs.
It’s still the kind of three-in-a-row break.
When he came to the No. 7 grocery store again, Wang Ye noticed that the white lantern on the shop he prepared for Zhou Han next door had disappeared, proving that the woman had already moved in.
But why is the door closed...
Thinking about it, his eyes suddenly looked at Mao Yongan who was squatting on the threshold to bask in the sun, and he seemed to have some understanding.
In order to test Zhou Han, the operation I performed seemed to have a serious psychological impact on her.
Guilt, self-blame.
How could you treat a good friend like this?
However, Mao Yongan has gained a lot of weight recently.
Wang Ye coughed lightly, came to Mao Yongan's side, whispered something behind him in his ear, then arranged his clothes and entered the grocery store.
Mao Yongan's eyes lit up instantly as he was squatting on the ground, but he didn't know what he thought of. His eyes were full of fear, and he seemed very confused for a moment.
Finally, he seemed to have made up his mind, mustered up the courage, stood in front of Zhou Han's shop, and gritted his teeth: "Come on, you are the best! For Mao Gang!"
With the soliloquy of comfort, Mao Yongan slowly raised his arm and prepared to knock on the door.
At this time...
Not far away, a middle-aged man wearing a Taoist robe suddenly appeared. This man's face was as cold as an iceberg that lasted ten thousand years. The murderous aura overflowing from his body could be clearly felt even from a distance.
"Who are you?"
The middle-aged man came to Mao Yongan's side in a few steps, frowned slightly and said.
Mao Yongan was startled for a moment, his arms paused in mid-air, he glanced at the clothes on the middle-aged man, and instantly felt confident. He coughed and said reservedly: "Poverty Taoist Mao Yongan, Taoist Master from Daocheng."
"Looking at your appearance, you are also a Taoist priest?"
"Fuck with me from now on, I'll protect you."
"I'll beat grandma's back, and you'll fan her."
"Let me share the burden for you, Master Dao."
As he spoke, Mao Yongan warmly patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder in order to express his cordiality.
The middle-aged man was obviously a little bored. He frowned and took two steps back, avoiding Mao Yongan's claws: "Master Dao?"
"Why are the Taoists of this generation in Daocheng so weak?"
"It's still that Daocheng has fallen."
Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Mao Yong'an's face instantly darkened. He glared at the middle-aged man and said, "What do you mean?"
"Are you insulting me, or are you insulting Daocheng?"
"Seeing as you are also a Taoist priest, you'd better apologize and let the matter be settled."
"Otherwise, even if it is for the honor of Daocheng, there will inevitably be a battle today."
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