For some reason, the tombkeeper's eyes looked at Wang Ye full of resentment and complicated.
This guy...
From the first time I came here, I have been targeting myself.
The second time, scrape the candle.
Third time, table legs.
Now... he is still mocking his own weakness. Even if he is really weak, he is not as evil as that, but he beats up a newly promoted star king...
It seems really impossible.
If he had this ability, he would not have hid back when Li Xinghe was clamoring to blow himself up.
When he first broke away from that body, because his flesh and blood were filled with the aura of evil, his strength was much worse than that of evil thoughts.
In other words, it seems that he really can't beat Wang Ye now.
Congested.
It's only been a few months, and that kid has already grown to where he is now.
The tombkeeper raised his hand several times and finally put it down gently. He sighed helplessly, and an old voice suddenly appeared in Wang Ye's heart.
"Three hundred kilometers to the northeast."
Hearing this voice, Wang Ye grinned and giggled.
Then, without wasting even a second, he turned around and ran. After leaving the capital, he started running like crazy.
Although with his current strength, flying is a very common thing, but that thing consumes a lot of energy and attracts attention. The most important thing is... it doesn't run as fast.
Unfortunately, the mail truck isn't here, and that thing doesn't seem to be slow either.
I hope the tombkeeper didn’t lie to himself.
Otherwise, I will definitely dismantle his rocking chair when I go back!
…
Maitreya opened his eyes uneasily: "I have an uneasy premonition."
"I feel it too."
After hearing Maitreya's words, the old monk sighed. At this time, the aura on his body had gradually stabilized, and it would take at most half a day to recover.
There was some worry in his eyes.
Strong people are afraid of death and usually have a premonition when a crisis is coming.
As it happens, they both...fit perfectly.
Could it be that there was some loophole in this plan, or that Buddha had some trump card that he didn't know about.
But I have analyzed it for thousands of years, and I have already calculated all possible situations.
And now that we've come this far, there's no turning back.
Maitreya took a deep breath and made an instant decision: "Let's go to another place!"
Although he was only slightly uneasy, Maitreya stood up decisively and gave up this hidden stronghold.
The old monk did not refute and stood up silently.
If he wasn't afraid of death, he wouldn't have been lying in that small coffin for thousands of years.
Seriously speaking, he even cherished his life more than Maitreya.
Maitreya just trained two clones, and replaced them to save his life at critical moments, but he... haha, he can keep changing bodies and faces.
When he can practice the method of changing breath again, he will be really safe. Even if the Buddha wants to find him in the vast sea of people, it will be difficult!
Just so confident.
But it is ridiculous to say that two people who are very afraid of death can actually get together and do something big in a big way.
They left immediately, without any hesitation. They quietly concealed their aura and moved their positions.
The small, lonely temple in the wasteland had now returned to peace.
About half an hour later.
Wang Ye's figure appeared near the temple and sniffed the air gently: "It's close, it's close, I can already smell the smell of wealth!"
There was a green light in his eyes, like a hungry wolf in this dark wasteland.
Soon, his eyes were fixed on the small temple, he touched it carefully, and looked inside through the half-open wooden door.
The smell of blood.
Very heavy.
It also had a slight stench, as if the body had been rotting for a long time.
Wang Ye's expression changed slightly. The temple was very small, with only one room. There was not much furniture in it. It was obvious to everyone standing at the door.
A body was lying on the ground, with no sign of anyone alive.
"Long ears!"
Wang Ye murmured. On the relic, a long-eared shadow flew up and entered the room. After looking around, he shook his head at Wang Ye.
Wang Ye then walked in.
After confirming that there was no secret door and no one hiding in the room, he carefully observed the body.
Although the body was in tatters, Wang Ye still recognized it at a glance.
The one from Koanji Temple.
Because the fuzzy flesh and blood had turned pitch black, it was obviously highly toxic, and this was the medicine he had personally administered.
This person wouldn't have been poisoned to death by himself.
Senior Ge's medicine...is that powerful?
Wang Ye was a little surprised. The evil thoughts that had kept the tombkeeper helpless for so long were drugged to kill him?
There is always an unreal feeling.
and...
Where is Maitreya?
Where did that cunning bald donkey go?
Wang Ye frowned.
He finally caught the trail of this guy. If the clues were cut off at this time, he would probably be tempted to commit suicide.
Nothing more than the four directions of southeast, northwest and northwest.
wrong...
Maybe eight directions!
The chance is 1 in 8, give it a try!
Wang Ye gritted his teeth and rushed out of the room. He didn't know what he thought of. Wang Ye came back again, cut off a piece of flesh from the corpse, stood in the wasteland, and randomly captured a ghost general who was sucking ghost energy. , regardless of his ferocious expression, he stuffed the meat into his mouth.
"Feel it!"
"Can you find something?"
Wang Ye's expression at this time was even more ferocious than the ghost general, and he asked fiercely while holding the ghost sword.
That ghost will...
Senseless.
Because I was too far away from the city and couldn't feel the blood energy, I didn't have the chance to join in the fun. Now I was alone in the wasteland absorbing some ghost energy in the air, and I was... kidnapped?
He subconsciously let out a low growl, and a foul smell emanated from his mouth.
but...
Wang Ye swung his sword instantly.
It felt an aura of fear on the Ghost Sword, as if this thing... could kill itself.
It was silent.
He swallowed the meat in one bite and pointed in a direction with some uncertainty three seconds later.
Wang Ye pondered.
At least the ghost general could feel something through his flesh and blood and be sure that the old monk from Xiaoan Temple was not dead.
However, how could an old Yinbi like Maitreya not think about the aftermath when he escaped, allowing a ghost general to find him casually.
It's a psychological game again.
Did he run in the opposite direction, really go this way, or several other directions.
It seems that I have done something, but it seems that I have done nothing.
Wang Ye stood there, and after a long time he chased in the direction pointed by the ghost general. No matter what, the chance was originally one in eight, what if Maitreya didn't cover his whereabouts in desperation?
If you go this way, the chances are the highest!
If you don’t take a bite of this big cake, you will regret it for three years! ! !
(Play, rush, rush!)
