Yang Ning waved his hand and cast a beam of light in the sky, turning half of the sky red.
This is him sending people off.
Now, people are sent away.
boom!
Zhong Wen fell to the ground helplessly and closed his eyes peacefully.
Then, the red clouds that suddenly appeared in the sky at night slowly disappeared.
After that, Yang Ning looked at the person he was about to see off next.
"Everyone, do you have any last wishes?"
The distance between the two sides was not close, and there was a dark wind blowing by, but Yang Ningyun's light and gentle voice reached the ears of those friends from other lands clearly.
On the mountain peak, there was a commotion among the people of the Death Scythe action group who were surrounded by endless resentful spirits.
The fear of death haunts every one of them.
A strong man from the Northern Islands of Europe shouted: "Hey! We made a mistake!"
"The one who just wanted to attack you is dead, and the rest are those who don't want to attack you. Misunderstanding! Everything is a misunderstanding!"
First of all, this strong man speaks the language of the European region.
Yang Ning couldn't understand.
Of course, he could understand if he wanted to, but he has always been lazy.
Secondly, what the strong man said was so far away and across the howling wind, he didn't have the ability to reach Yang Ning's ears, so...
Yang Ning could only think that he farted.
Seeing that there were only people farting on the mountain but no one talking to him, Yang Ning couldn't help but start thinking, how should he send people away?
At one time, more than a hundred methods emerged in Yang Ning's mind.
The number may not be very large, but every method is very practical.
Just when Yang Ning was struggling, the rich smell of meat came from behind him.
A few guys have already cooked the first batch of skewers tonight.
The soft and weak Shi Wen ran over holding two skewers of meat that were almost taller than her, and asked in a milky voice: "Would you like to eat first?"
Who can resist a gentle little female ghost chasing after food like this?
Yang Ning nodded happily: "Okay!"
Seeing that Yang Ning went back to eat barbecue, the members of the Death Scythe on the mountain breathed a sigh of relief.
But all of them knew that the current safety was only temporary.
Everyone turned to look at the two highest-ranking people in the team, the Golden Knight Harun and the Sin Punisher Dinis.
Before that, Harlan had been thinking about countermeasures.
His eyes kept wandering back and forth on the huge dragon corpse in the Dragon Tomb Plain, the crying Tula, and Long Yin's pale golden skeleton.
Time passed quietly while Yang Ning ate skewers, Ruan and Han duo ate compressed dry food, and everyone in Death Scythe shivered.
Also, Natula was crying more and more painfully.
Yang Ning, who was licking his skewers, turned around and shouted: "Stop pretending! He keeps crying and giving me psychological hints. Do you want me to think that he is dead again? Will he quietly get up after I leave?" "
"Should we not use the same tricks we used ten years ago this time?"
After Yang Ning finished speaking, Tula looked embarrassed and really stopped crying.
Gradually, at 9 p.m.
The night of Ghost Festival is coming.
From this moment until the early morning of the next day, this is when the ghost spirit is most intense.
Yang Ning put down the barbecue sticks that had been cleaned in his hands, clapped his hands and looked towards the mountain.
This time, Golden Knight Harun looked at him. Before Yang Ning could speak, Harun said: "Let us survive today! There are only three hours left!"
The golden knight is stronger than the strong man just now, and he has the ability to make Yang Ning hear his words.
Yang Ning cleared her throat and asked angrily: "Wait?" (Why? Why?)
Harlan thought that Yang Ning would agree to him without hesitation, after all, he was so strong...
Now that Yang Ning asked this question, Harun suddenly felt a bad feeling in his heart.
He hurriedly gestured to the others with his hands behind his back.
Everyone in the Death Scythe action group began secret preparations!
More than two hundred people formed a solid line of defense against the cliff behind them!
Harlan continued to try to delay time with Yang Ning: "We are just here to arrest you! We are arresting you, not killing you!"
"I am taking you back for investigation! If you are not guilty, you will not be punished!"
Yang Ning scratched his head and asked: "If my guess is correct, you should have been informed on the way here that this mission will be dangerous?"
Harlan argued: "For people like us, every mission is dangerous!"
Yang Ning waved his hand, picked up his destiny book, looked through it, and said, "I've always liked to act according to fate, rather than act according to nature."
"Because I feel that I can't just impose my personal wishes on unrelated people."
"But if it's someone with whom I'm destined, that's a different story."
Holding up the fate book, Yang Ning smiled at Harun and said, "And each of the two hundred or so of you is my destined person."
"Those who have no fate either didn't come or have turned back halfway."
"Coincidentally, I also have more than two hundred good karma here, so..."
Yang Ning raised his head slightly and said sadly: "We have to pay a small price for the fate we have caused, right?"
His gaze shifted from Harlan to the resentful spirits all over the mountains and plains, "You will all be gone at dawn tomorrow, so now, just have fun."
At this point, Yang Ning's voice suddenly turned cold: "Attack them!"
"Roar!!"
In an instant, the resentful spirits all over the mountains and plains were silent one second, and then let out extremely ferocious ghost roars the next!
One by one, the resentful spirits rushed towards the defense line of the Death Scythe action team with a very strong urge to devour living beings!
At this moment, the ferocious sea of resentful spirits turned into huge waves, sweeping towards the cliff where Death Scythe and the others were!
Golden Knight Harlan took off the knight's sword from his back, looked at Yang Ning from the top of the mountain, and turned to leave.
He walked up to the priests from Ailan and said, "Excuse me, fair ladies."
"Please, bless me."
The high priest, who was the leader of the priest team, asked with a worried look: "Your Excellency, Golden Knight, what blessing do you need?"
Harlan raised his head slightly, took a deep breath, and said, "Heavenly salvation."
The great priest's face suddenly changed, and he exclaimed in shock: "Have you decided?!"
"Although heaven's salvation can indeed invite the messengers of heaven to help, you, you can only..."
"Miss Pastor, do we have any other choice?"
...
The fourth group of the Special Administration Bureau is stationed in Longjing.
A fierce dragon roar sounded from the abyss-like Dragon Locking Well!
Li Bai, who was sitting on the edge of the well, was shocked!
Beside him, Arhat, who was sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, said softly: "The ghost energy has almost accumulated, and the soul of the dead dragon is ready to move."
His words shocked Li Bai again.
Li Bai almost jumped into the locked dragon well.
Li Bai immediately lost his voice and said: "No, Team Leader Arhat, this, this?!"
Arhat glanced at him, "What do you want to ask? Is this dragon soul powerful? Let me tell you -"
Before he finished speaking, Li Bai shook his head and said, "No, I want to ask..."
"Team Leader Arhat, can this dragon be killed by the shopkeeper for the third time?"
Arhat: "???"
"How can you be so sure that he can kill him?"
Li Bai: "???"
"Team Leader Arhat, do you want to listen to what you are saying? Who are you questioning?"
Arhat: "..."
...
