Before Zhang Xiu, the Living God, had gone very far on his bull, Zhao Ji, who was in a coma, suddenly woke up with a jolt.
Seeing Zhang Xiu, Zhao Ji grabbed his clothes with a look of fear and said in a trembling voice: "Brother Zhang, go quickly, there are dead people here! I just saw a skull in the haystack, and it almost scared me to death." !”
Zhang Xiu hummed and said a little nonchalantly: "Looking at your ability, what's so scary about a skull? The Wang family lives here all day without being afraid."
Mentioning the Wang family, Zhao Ji immediately perked up and asked a little confused: "Yes, how come we are on the back of a cow, where is the Wang family sister?"
"I'm still thinking about your Wang sister. She was just teasing you just now. If you don't believe me, go back and ask her yourself!"
Zhang Xiu sneered and said: "It seems that your luck is gone, but there is good news. The fog has dissipated, and my old cow knows the way. You no longer have to worry about being eaten by wolves."
When Zhao Ji heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed: "This Mrs. Wang, you were flirting with me just now, and then you turned against me in the blink of an eye. Could it be that she was entertaining me just now?"
As he said that, he turned around and saw darkness behind him. Not to mention the Wang family, even the hut from before was gone! !
At the end of the road, several rows of graves suddenly came into view...
Zhao Ji's scalp went numb and he shuddered involuntarily. When he stiffly turned his head back, his face turned pale.
What about the house? Where are people? ! Why have they all turned into graveyards?
This time... he must have really seen a ghost, right? !
Zhang Xiu, who was riding in front, had no time to appreciate his wonderful expression at this moment, because when Zhao Ji was terrified, two ethereal reminders sounded in Zhang Xiu's mind.
[God has the virtue of good life. You successfully released a corpse Gu. Your good deeds moved God and rewarded you with a body that is invulnerable to all poisons.]
[God has the virtue of good life. You successfully released Mrs. Wang. Your good deeds moved God and rewarded you with twenty years of superb cooking skills.]
"Eh???"
Hearing the two prompts ringing in his ears, Zhang Xiu was in a daze for a while.
Let’s not talk about the corpse poison and the strange reward this time. Can even the female ghost be released? ?
After discovering the mass grave behind the house, Zhang Xiu was a little suspicious of Wang's identity. Coupled with the cold and eerie touch he felt when he touched Wang's shoulder, he was already convinced that Wang was a person. Female ghost.
Therefore, when Mr. Wang let himself and Zhao Ji leave, although he was calm on the surface, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
However, in his understanding, even if it is a release, it should be the female ghost who releases him and Zhao Ji, but why is the final result the other way around?
After thinking for a long time, Zhang Xiu couldn't think of a reason, but suddenly an idea flashed and he thought of something more important.
If female ghosts can also be released, then...
With Zhang Xiu thinking, he slowly turned his face and looked at Zhao Ji, who was still in shock, with burning eyes.
Zhao Ji seemed to feel Zhang Xiu's gaze. As soon as he raised his face, he immediately met Zhang Xiu's hot gaze that made him shiver all over.
Immediately, his heart skipped a beat and he stammered: "Zhang, Brother Zhang, don't look at me like that! You keep staring at me, I'm very scared!"
Looking at Zhao Ji who was trembling all over, Zhang Xiu's eyes slowly returned to normal, and he shook his head regretfully: "Oh, originally I was out of kindness and wanted to release you here, but it's a pity that you have hands and feet. , I’m afraid he’ll come back again without knowing what’s good.”
Zhao Ji: "..."
I have so many hands and feet, I’m really sorry for you!
When Zhao Ji was extremely sad and angry, a tall and murderous figure walked towards them.
This man was also holding a skin bag in his hand. The skin bag seemed to contain something, which made the skin bulge. The bright red blood seeped out of the skin bag, dyeing the skin red.
"hiss!"
Seeing the big man coming towards him with a murderous look and a blood-stained skin bag in his hand, Zhao Ji suddenly woke up, grabbed Zhang Xiu's clothes, and said in a panic: "Brother Zhang, what should we do? We seem to have met a bad guy. !”
Zhang Xiu turned to look at the big man, rolled his eyes speechlessly, and said, "This man's name is Yan Feng, he is also a student of the academy, and he lives in the same room with me."
Zhao Ji was shocked and still couldn't believe it: "But, the skin bag in his hand..."
Zhang Xiu also noticed the blood-stained skin bag in Yan Feng's hand at this time, and suddenly realized: "Oh, it should contain the heads of the academy teachers! If you can't solve the homework assigned today, then solve the assignment. Man, this is a wonderful idea!"
When Zhao Ji heard this, he immediately trembled with fear: "What's so wonderful about this! Who recruited such a cruel person into the academy!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Feng came to the two of them with the corner of his mouth twitching. He glanced at Zhang Xiu speechlessly, lifted the skin bag with his right hand and said, "It contains a wolf head. I met this beast on the road and wanted to eat it." I was killed easily."
Zhang Xiu glanced at the skin bag in surprise, then looked at Yan Feng's thick arms, and couldn't help but praise: "Destroy the evil wolf alone, I didn't expect Brother Yan to be so brave, if I ask you to read it again... read it three or five times A century-old book can probably be said to be both civil and military!"
When Yan Feng heard Zhang Xiu's teasing, his face suddenly fell, and he said depressedly: "I just thought you were complimenting me. Go back as soon as possible. The back mountain is not safe."
Zhang Xiu frowned slightly and said, "You came here even though you knew it was dangerous. Could it be that you...could you be here to poop?"
Veins popped up on Yan Feng's forehead and he said angrily: "Who would come here to shit in the middle of the night with nothing to do? I'm here to do business!"
After saying that, he passed them angrily and continued walking forward.
The moment he passed by, Zhao Ji couldn't help but look back at him with extremely sympathetic eyes.
He was actually arranged to live in the same room as Zhang Xiu. This unlucky guy must have some kind of blood feud with the dean...
After a while, Yan Feng, who had a "blood feud" with the dean, stopped by a haystack in front of the mass grave.
There was a pile of filth next to the haystack, emitting a really strong stench, which made Yan Feng's expression extremely exciting.
How the hell could someone be so bored that they would come here to poop in the middle of the night?
After being depressed for a moment, he looked at the corpse in the haystack. There were obvious marks of being chopped with an ax on the corpse. It was obvious that it had been quartered after death.
After staring at the pile of skeletons carefully for a while, his face showed deep doubts.
According to his observation, this corpse of a tragic death should be the corpse demon that is about to be born, but...but what about the resentment on her body?
How can one become a corpse demon without resentment?
Could it be that some master came here first and saved her in advance?
Yan Feng thought as Zhao Ji and Zhang Xiu, whom he met halfway, flashed before his eyes.
Zhao Ji's yang energy was very weak, as if he had been sucked by a female ghost. He would be fine if he didn't get seriously ill when he returned home. He couldn't be an expert.
As for Zhang Xiu...well, he would rather believe that Zhang Xiu can piss the corpse demon to death than it is easier for him to believe that Zhang Xiu is an expert...
Yan Feng had a headache thinking about it, so he simply stopped thinking about it, shook his head and turned to leave.
At the same time, in a Taoist temple in the suburbs, an old Taoist priest with white hair and childish face suddenly opened his eyes on the futon.
On the incense table in front of him, three human bones were suspended in the air. The human bone in the middle clicked and a gap suddenly opened.
"My corpse-turning technique...was broken by someone?!"
There was a trace of shock in the eyes of the old Taoist priest, and he quickly counted with his fingers. The longer he calculated, the more shocked the look in his eyes became.
Not only because his spell was cracked, but also because he calculated for a long time and couldn't even find a single clue!
Now not only is his spell broken, but Wang's ghost is missing.
In fact, even his refined Corpse Gu has completely lost contact with him!
You must know that the corpse Gu was refined with his heart essence and blood, and it can still resonate with him even if it is thousands of miles apart.
But now... he didn't notice the corpse Gu's death, but he completely lost touch with it!
During the two hundred years of his practice, he has visited many famous mountains and rivers, and made friends with countless strange people. He is well-informed, but among the people he knows, absolutely no one has such a method!
"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"
The old Taoist priest was obviously unwilling to accept the facts. He was shocked for a long time before finally calming down again.
Taking a deep breath, he stood up and walked to the window, staring in the direction of the academy through the vast night. He shouted in a cold voice with stern eyes: "If you dare to destroy my method of immortality, if I find you, I want you to never Super life!!"
