Mrs. Wang looked at the visitor coldly, and while she was thinking about it, she only heard the man say indifferently:
"The jade-faced Rakshasa is ruthless in his methods! He truly lives up to his reputation."
Mrs. Wang immediately looked at the person coming, thinking that even though the person knew she was the Jade Faced Rakshasa, yet she was still so arrogant and remained calm, she must have some skills!
She is already in her prime, and she has long been indifferent to matters of life and death. When she is in the world, her debts always need to be repaid. Now there are enemies around her, strong ones emerge in endlessly, and there is no telling how many more are hiding in the dark.
However, once she dies, who can the seven-year-old Jinglong be entrusted to take care of?
When she thought of this, her heart felt heavy, as if she had lifted a huge boulder and couldn't let go.
The stylus pen and silver hook in her hand were also extremely heavy and ready to move. As long as the other party made the slightest move, she would mercilessly hit him.
"Are you also sent by the eldest young master? My subordinates never kill unknown people, so sign up to die as soon as possible!" Wang shook the thing in his hand and yelled angrily.
But I just heard the man say leisurely, "I am the one who is called the 'living dead' by people in the world, but it was the young master who condemned me for coming here."
"Young Master knows that Elder Jing Yan has been unfairly wronged, and is willing to do his best to vindicate him, but the condition is that you must serve under his command."
Wang has been staying in Tangjiapu with her husband for more than ten years, and has long been accustomed to bullying men and dominating women. Although these two young masters are now at odds with each other, they are only fighting for the position of the castle master. In fact, they are all the same thing.
When Mrs. Wang heard that her husband was dead, her heart became cold and cold. I originally wanted to take my child away to a foreign land, away from the land of right and wrong, and avoid the harm of infection. Unexpectedly, I came out of the tiger's den and met the evil wolf again. My heart just kept complaining.
"What if I don't agree?"
"Then I can only send you back to the west!"
Hearing the answer, the living dead's eyes turned cold, and then he swung his sword, and a white cold light hit Wang's face with a fierce murderous aura.
She could feel the cold hitting her face from a distance. Wang's face was extremely solemn, but she couldn't dodge to the side because her seven-year-old son was right behind her. If she dodged, the knife would be aimed directly at her son.
Even if she knew that her opponent was extremely powerful, even if she was beaten and unable to fight back, she could never retreat. The young son cannot be exposed to the opponent's attack range.
He raised his stylus and silver hook and blocked the opponent's heavy blow. As soon as I took over my hand, I felt that the force was strong and heavy. I immediately let out a "Gedeng" sound in my heart, and an ominous omen arose. I knew the "living dead" were powerful, but I didn't expect them to be this powerful. Wang's mouth was already filled with tears.
However, she still did not take a step back, and her firm eyes showed her state of mind at this moment.
The living dead was a little surprised, because even the great elder Tang Yunting did not dare to take the blow from him head-on.
But such a weak woman in front of her refused to dodge and took the knife forcefully.
Why didn't this shock him?
The corner of the living dead man's mouth raised a playful smile and said, "You're bleeding!"
Wang rolled her eyes at the other party and wiped away the blood from the corner of her mouth with her sleeves.
Hearing this, Jinglong's little head came out from behind Mrs. Wang and looked at his mother's increasingly pale face, with a heartbroken look in his eyes. Ms. Wang forced a smile and said kindly to her son, "It's okay, it's dangerous here. Go behind and find a place to hide."
Withdrawing the knife, the living dead shouted to Mr. Wang, "Hey! Why didn't you tell me earlier if you had a son hiding behind your back! Killing you accidentally is a trivial matter. People who don't know think I win by bullying the weak? What a loss to my reputation as a 'living dead'! How can I still hang out on the road from now on!"
It is true that the living dead are cruel and cruel, but they are fair and impartial and do not want to take advantage of others.
Hearing this, Mrs. Wang was stunned for a moment, unwilling to accept this favor, and then swung her iron pen and silver hook to the door of the living dead's face.
Seeing the attack coming, he swiped his sword horizontally, and a silver arc of light sent Wang and his weapons flying straight away.
Wang only felt the pain from the tiger's mouth, and almost lost her hands with the iron pen and silver hook.
I was even more surprised. I didn't expect that the ordinary-looking man in front of me would have such great abilities. There was a solemn look in his eyes.
Immediately unfold the silver hook of the stylus, turn out two golden lights and shoot towards the opponent. This is the "Iron Painted Silver Hook", the famous skill of the Jade Rakshasa. According to legend, it was passed down by the ancestor of the Wudang Sect named Zhang. However, the inheritance was interrupted due to various changes. The Wang family worked hard for ten years before being able to continue this skill again. stunt.
The Living Dead has been famous in the world for thirty years, and his cultivation has reached the middle stage of the Earth Spirit Realm. He is a rare opponent in Tangjiabao. He only lost half a move to Elder Tang on New Year's Eve last year.
What can this woman in front of me be capable of? Although the living dead have admired the name of the Jade-faced Rakshasa for a long time and see her as a frail and frail woman, they still can't help but feel contempt for her. I thought it was her reputation that shocked the world, not her terrifying strength.
It was only when the two golden lights shot out that he was startled. The golden light simply missed the target. But seeing the golden light hitting it everywhere, the edge of the stone tablet was as smooth as a knife or an axe. Knowing that he was a master, he put aside his thoughts of contempt and arrogance, frowned, and became very alert.
But in my heart I secretly exclaimed: What a danger! If I get hit this time, my reputation will be ruined for the rest of my life! Even a good life will be ruined.
Immediately, he drew up his defense and took out his magic weapon, but it turned out to be an ancient bronze bell.
The ancient bell is engraved with statues of gods in the sky, which are majestic. The incantations in the treasure scroll of Yang Shu are glowing with divine light. On the top of the bell stands the Pulao mythical beast, its eyes wide open with anger, and it is very majestic.
This ancient bell is called the Soul-Shocking Bell. It can be used for defense, but it can also shock people's hearts and souls, killing people thousands of miles away. It is truly a top-level magic weapon.
The Soul-Shocking Bell is the trump card in the hands of the living dead. It is easy to use, but once it is used, it must be bloody before it is withdrawn. Wang's sword strike just now made the arrogant man feel a sense of crisis. How could these people who were always afraid of death lose their murderous intentions? Get rid of the thorn in your side as soon as possible.
"I didn't want to kill you, but you touched my reverse scale, so you can't blame me."
When she saw the soul-shaking bell flying out of the sky, Wang's heart suddenly started thinking. She had long heard that ancient magic weapons could communicate with human souls and kill people invisible with the help of gods. The soul-shaking bell you see in front of you must be an ancient magic weapon! My heart suddenly felt heavy.
Originally, relying on the unique skill of "Iron Painting and Silver Hook", he fought his way out and found a glimmer of hope for his son, but with the appearance of the magical weapon, it was shaken to nothing.
However, even though there was no way out and she had no choice but to tie her hands and close her eyes and wait for death, it was impossible!
Wang roused her power, stretched out her hands, and shot out two more golden beams.
"Boom---"
The sound of two bells and chimes was like a shocking sound, resounding throughout the world.
I saw a golden beam of light shooting at the living dead, but it was blocked by the soul-shaking bell he sacrificed. The golden beam hit the bell wall with the force of splitting mountains and destroying mountains, as if it were hitting a thick and solid iron plate, and then a deafening sound of bells erupted.
Wang's face was solemn. The blow just now had a huge force. Even if her husband Jing Yan was present, he did not dare to take her attack head-on. The ancient bell in front of him took it, and it seemed that no traces of slashing or slashing were left on it. The defense of the ancient magic weapon made him stunned and unbelievable.
Being unable to break through the opponent's defensive barrier is very disadvantageous for Wang. In other words, you can only take a beating but cannot fight back.
With the grim situation before us, the best option is to grease the soles of our feet and run away.
She performs extremely light kung fu, and few people in the martial arts world can match her.
But if she runs away, what will Jinglong do? If Tangjiabao couldn't catch her, the blame would inevitably be placed on the child.
Thinking like this, she gave up the chance of survival. She could only float on the soles of her feet, walking around her opponent, waving her hands constantly to release her killing moves, calling to the ancient clock, and testing the magic weapon again and again for flaws.
The soul-shaking bell exudes a faint golden light, and the incantation on it appears in the void as if it has life, and slowly rotates in a rather regular manner.
Every time it was attacked, the golden light on the ancient clock trembled slightly. As the attacks became more frequent, the golden light trembled more and more violently.
The living dead ignored it, seeming to realize that with Wang's strength there was nothing he could do with the Soul-Shocking Bell. He just watched quietly as Gu Zhongwai's enemies performed a one-man show, with a completely indifferent look in his eyes.
Perhaps this was the last mercy he could give Wang. Once he takes action, Wang can only be in a strange state of being passively beaten, and death will be his final destination.
Finally, the living dead raised his hand, with his palm facing forward. Following the incantation, a ball of silver light as small as a fly's head emerged, growing and expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye. In an instant, it was the size of a baby's fist.
Soon, Wang's figure turned in front of him again, and at the same time, he released a laser beam from his palm, hitting the opponent head-on.
When Wang realized that the laser beam was already approaching her body, she tried to dodge, but there was no time. With no choice but to raise his sword to block.
"Bang——"
The laser light almost penetrated the body, and Wang was immediately carried by the strong energy and flew straight out, hitting a big tree surrounded by three people more than ten feet away, and broke with the sound. Her lips were slightly open, and blood was flowing out.
The living dead put away the magic weapon and appeared. Looking at the injured and dying man in front of him, he just sighed and said, "There is a road to heaven if you don't take it, and there is no door to hell. Why bother?"
Jinglong ran forward, spread his arms, and protected Wang in front of him. He stared at the living dead with his eyes fiercely and said, "Bad guy! Don't hurt my mother."
The living dead man knelt down and looked at the filial son in front of him who was willing to defend his mother from the knife. A rare smile appeared on his lips and he said, "It's not that I insisted on killing her, but she brought her own death. If she surrenders to the young master, why should she eat this?" What a pain? Now it’s hard to save your life.”
Jinglong didn't listen to this nonsense, he pursed his lips and spat on his face.
The living dead man frowned, the evil will be revealed, and the lightning appeared in his hand, and he was about to make a killing move.
Seeing this scene, Wang was shocked, but she wanted to step forward to stop him, but she was seriously injured, her breath was like a thread, and her whole body seemed to be falling apart. The slightest movement caused pain to her bones. How could she still have the energy to stop her?
Seeing my young son being persecuted by evil people, my heart ached to the extreme, but I could do nothing.
"If you have to be merciful, please be merciful!"
At this moment, a voice came from far and near. In the blink of an eye, the figure was in front of him.
I saw that the visitor was dressed quite casually. He was wrapped in an original shabby brown coarse coat and wore tattered cloth shoes.
This man came in a strange and inexplicable way, and for a moment he couldn't tell the difference between friend and foe. In desperation, out of the desire to protect himself, the living dead stretched out his hand and struck him.
In a hurry, the two exchanged palms, and the living dead was forced to retreat by the strong force of the opponent's palm. When he looked back, he stood still, as if his feet had taken root, not taking a step back.
The living dead were surprised, but they didn't dare to take him lightly, and asked tentatively, "Who are you? You dare to interfere with the affairs of Tangjiabao. Aren't you afraid that our fort master will question you?"
"If it were Tang Zhiwu, I would really be afraid. But after the death of Old Tang, those two useless young masters are simply not worth mentioning?"
The sound of people coming was like a loud bell, which shocked my ears. What is even more shocking to the living dead is that he actually knows that Tang Zhiwu has passed away?
The news of Tang Zhiwu's death is internal information from Tangjiapu and is blocked from the outside world until the situation is stabilized. The visitor actually has the ability to predict the future. Why isn't this shocking?
Moreover, he also called Tang Zhiwu Lao Tang, who seemed to have many connections with him, either as an old friend or an old enemy.
