But no matter how small a mosquito is, it’s still meat!
It would be too unsafe to retreat here.
Moreover, in his plan, he does not allow himself to stay in one position for a long time.
But Wang Ye thought of a good idea and wanted to try it.
If you go all out and invite hundreds or even thousands of ghosts to come over and let the opera ghosts perform, will the speed of improvement be dozens of times greater?
That would be very objective.
Anyway...
These opera singers, including this stage, are all good things and must be grasped.
Thinking...
Wang Ye said: "Hey, that opera singer, pack up and follow me with your team."
"I'll take you to commercial shows and make money."
While talking, Wang Ye took out the ghost sword from the stage.
The original crack on the stage healed almost instantly, and you could vaguely see the squirming flesh and blood inside, like a living creature.
This team...
From now on, my surname will be Wang.
The opera singer's expression turned ferocious again. He looked at Wang Ye fiercely and let out an unwilling roar. He seemed to want to fight, but unfortunately...
After all, strength does not allow it.
However, just when Wang Ye was about to pack the team away, the opera singer reached into his opera robe with some annoyance, took out a finger, and smashed it on the ground.
Wang Ye was stunned for a moment.
These fingers look a bit familiar.
It seemed to be from Po Meng's vegetable basin. When he recalled that he had seen this opera singer in the No. 7 grocery store, Wang Ye's face darkened instantly.
"Are you from the underworld?"
The opera singer nodded vigorously, staring at Wang Ye with resentful eyes.
this time...
Wang Ye was really embarrassed.
He touched the tip of his nose: "This is a big deal. The duck you got flew away."
"It's not easy to snatch things from the underworld."
"The post office is like an eye in the sky. If they find out that it has been robbed by friendly forces, the impact will be too bad."
The expression on Wang Ye's face began to change richly.
It's the kind of thing where it's hard to choose...
finally...
Wang Ye seemed to have made a difficult decision, gritted his teeth, and said as if he had suffered a lot of grievance: "Forget it, let's go!"
The opera singer pointed to himself in a daze, and then to the stage at his feet.
"grass!"
"I can't leave yet!"
After saying that, Wang Ye stood up angrily: "I'm about to leave, sing me another song!"
Just leaving like this, I always feel a little unwilling.
No matter what, I have to collect the wool again!
I went back to chat with someone from the underworld, saying that I was passing by, listening to the music out of pure appreciation, and cheering!
The opera singer seemed to have accepted his fate and played again...
It wasn't until Wang Ye walked away contentedly that she breathed a sigh of relief.
hard to imagine...
A ghost was actually forced to let out a sigh of relief.
After all, ghosts have no energy.
God of Plague...
Finally sent away.
…
Walking on the wasteland, Wang Ye had a look of reminiscence on his face, not far ahead, he should be at Xiao'an Temple.
Another place worth remembering.
After all, I really haven't traveled too far in the wasteland. I have been wandering in an area, going back and forth.
Xiao'an Temple is a place that I am relatively familiar with.
really...
Less than ten minutes away, Xiao'an Temple appeared in Wang Ye's sight from afar.
"I was still a little naughty back then."
Looking at the empty appearance above the Xiao'an Temple gate, Wang Ye sighed.
What did I think at the time...
I just took away the plaque.
It's like you're a sick plaque collector.
"Long time no see, how are you doing?"
Wang Ye tidied up his ghost uniform, tried his best to look very elegant, pointed in the direction of the entrance of Xiao'an Temple, and said hello politely.
pity...
No response.
"It shouldn't be..."
"Am I not so annoying now?"
Wang Ye reflected deeply with some doubts.
When those ghosts no longer hate you, you should seriously reflect on whether you are not doing well enough.
Wang Ye tried to push open the door of Xiao'an Temple and stepped in.
The old tree is still there.
But the corpses hanging above have disappeared.
"Has anyone been here?"
Wang Ye looked at the row of fresh footprints on the dusty floor and frowned slightly.
It seems to be recently.
However, the owner of this footprint did not enter the main hall, but went to the backyard.
There...
I have never been there myself.
Wang Ye had a little vigilance on his face, put away his joke, and slowly walked to the backyard door with the ghost sword in hand and pushed it open.
An empty coffin.
Wang Ye's expression changed slightly. He knew there was a scary guy in the backyard.
It's just that the terrifying atmosphere in the backyard was very unstable at that time, and he had no intention of provoking him, so Wang Ye just pretended that he didn't exist and everything was fine.
But this time...
The energy in the backyard has disappeared, and the coffin has been opened, it's hard not to think about it.
So, has this existence in Xiaoan Temple left?
"Donor, long time no see."
Sudden...
The wooden door of the backyard suddenly closed, and an old voice sounded, coming from Wang Ye behind Wang Ye.
Wang Ye's hand holding the ghost sword tightened, with a cold look in his eyes, he turned around calmly.
An old monk who was so skinny that he looked completely different from a normal person was standing at the door with his hands clasped together, looking at Wang Ye, and said with a faint smile on his lips.
"I've never seen it before, so how come I haven't seen it for a long time?"
Wang Ye said calmly, a wave of energy wrapped around his body.
The old monk smiled and shook his head: "Donor, you're kidding me. There was a cooperation between us, and... you took away my plaque from Xiao'an Temple. The karma between us is very deep. "
"The plaque has been lost."
"Are you trying to settle a score with my queen?"
Wang Ye said lightly, exuding a majestic aura, which seemed to be no weaker than the old monk, and even a little stronger based on blood energy alone.
"The old monk has no such intention."
"Meeting is fate, and it was also within the scope of the transaction between you and me."
Although the appearance of the old monk looks a bit scary, his voice is full of gentleness, and his face also shows a little kindness.
It's just like...
A true monk.
This made Wang Ye a little confused for a while.
"So...are you just here to catch up with me?"
Wang Ye asked.
The old monk also looked at Wang Ye and asked, "Didn't the donor take the initiative to come to Xiao'an Temple to talk to the old monk about old times?"
