When every household was posting couplets, Qing Lingzi was looking back at the coastline that was far away.
It has been hard to leave my homeland for two thousand years, but now I have to leave it. It just so happens that this day is also the day for praying for the good year and offering sacrifices at the beginning of the year, which he decided after studying the astronomical calendar. Respecting Heaven and the Patriarch, repaying one's origins and turning back on one's origins" made Qing Lingzi almost burst into tears.
"Ha, I never expected that the famous Qing Lingzi, a former prince and the overlord of the world, would actually be a crybaby."
"roll."
Qing Lingzi cursed angrily, wiped away her tears, pointed to the blurry coast in the distance and said: "Where the soul is, leaving the homeland is like leaving the soul."
After saying that, Qing Lingzi took out a brocade bag, which contained a bag of sand from the shore. He lowered his head and stared for a long time: "Even if I am defeated, even if I die, I have never left my homeland. What I finally said to Zhao Zheng back then He can cut me into pieces, but if he dares to drive me away from my homeland, one day I will dig up his grave."
"You people are really hypocritical." Sai Dongfeng stood on the side of the speedboat, walking back and forth as if he didn't care about the laws of physics: "If you want to come back, you have to develop yourself outside, otherwise you will The way you look now is disgusting even to dogs.”
The man who was driving the boat for them laughed when he heard these words. Qing Lingzi turned around and asked him why he was laughing. The man who drove the boat said in Mandarin with a Vietnamese accent: "I hear this kind of words several times a year." A hundred times, when you go outside, just live well and don’t think about useless things.”
Qing Lingzi turned his head and showed a fierce look, but Sai Dongfeng laughed loudly: "My little brother is right, you have to live well. Qing Lingzi, times have changed, you have to change your mind."
Qing Lingzi remained silent, but the Blood Taotie and Blood Soul Puppet behind him had already begun to look up and down at the person who just spoke without regard for his dignity.
At dawn, they arrived in Vietnam. They were going to smuggle from Vietnam to Pingtung and would need to board the ship in about three days.
After arriving, they and the other stowaways on the boat were roughly driven into a dilapidated old building. They would spend the next three days here and were not allowed to go out for any reason.
Qing Lingzi frowned, and his fingers kept moving back and forth. Every move would bring out a series of shimmers generated by spiritual energy.
"Move faster!"
The snake-headed thug at the back pushed Qing Lingzi and pinched his butt. Qing Lingzi stepped back to the thug's side and saw something like a hair coming from his neck. He got in with a swish.
Then Qing Lingzi took a few steps forward as if nothing was wrong. About ten minutes later, when he first entered the broken building, the thug started yelling and laughing wildly as if he was possessed by an evil spirit. Four or five people around him His companions couldn't hold him back, and in the end it only took less than five minutes for the man to die laughing.
The thug's death was horrific. The expression on his face was still laughing, but his eyes were wide open. There was always blood flowing out of his seven orifices. His mouth was wide open and his head was pointing upwards, while his body was kneeling there. He remained motionless, as if he was apologizing.
Because of the death, the smuggler came to check in person and even called their barefoot doctor, but no one knew the specific cause of death of the thug.
"The Sword Comes"
The snakehead felt that it was quite unlucky, so he checked the rooms one by one with a pistol. When he checked Qing Lingzi's room, the first thing he saw was Qing Ling who was sitting there watching a broken TV. son.
Although he has been smuggling people for more than 20 years, it is very rare to see a young, beautiful and tender girl like this. Although he knows in his heart that such a woman who chooses to smuggle people is either carrying a life-threatening lawsuit or being involved in some big lawsuit. Implicated, but now seeing such beauty, he couldn't control it for a while.
So he stepped forward and lifted Qing Lingzi's chin with his pistol, saying dirty words in his mouth, and even closed the door with his foot.
But just when he was about to take action, Qing Lingzi, who was originally pointed at the gun, turned into a shadow and disappeared in front of the snake head with just a slight movement.
Before the snakehead could react, Qing Lingzi appeared behind him and pressed the snakehead's aorta with the pen on the table that had long been unable to write.
The snake head screamed in fear, but Qing Lingzi gradually increased the strength of his hand without saying a word. He gradually relaxed until the snake head stopped shouting.
But just when the snakehead thought that Qing Lingzi was about to let go, and he was about to take the opportunity to pick up the pistol, he didn't expect that the pen was nailed directly into his lower jaw. He only felt a huge pain and then lost consciousness.
Qing Lingzi looked at the limp and fallen body, without any emotion in her eyes. She just chuckled, scraped her fingers on the wall and sprinkled the powder on the snake head's body.
Then I saw the wounds on the snake head that had completely lost its life gradually closed, and its limbs stood up again after twisting strangely, but there was no light in the eyes anymore, and it looked like a dead fish.
After finishing all this, Qing Lingzi waved to him, and the snakehead walked out obediently, but his gun fell into Qing Lingzi's hand. He fiddled with it for a while, and then threw the gun away with a bang. On fire.
Looking at the bullet hole connecting his chest to his back, Qing Lingzi let out an ouch, but he wiped the wound on his body with his hand without any care. The wound healed instantly and did not even bleed.
However, he has seen the power of this kind of pistol. Although it is not effective for people like him, what if the bullet is engraved with formations or talismans?
Qing Lingzi became curious and sat there playing with guns and bullets all afternoon. Carving runes on bullets seemed... not difficult?
Anyway, idle time is idle, Qing Lingzi's desire to study immediately aroused. As a warlock, what he is best at and likes most is the strange and obscene skills. As a highly talented warlock, it only took him one night to master it. The principle of what is in front of me is understood.
Then he did something that was enough to subvert the understanding of modern science, that is, he put together a bulky desk lamp and some strange things in the room, and used magic to turn them into bullets.
The Copper Alchemist? Copper Alchemist?
Qing Lingzi looked at the neat bullets in front of him with talismans engraved on them, and felt that he was still a treasured sword after all. Then he neatly put the bullets into his pocket, applied a blindfold, and then carried He grabbed the gun and walked out.
Of course, the gun was also used as a blindfold.
He walked outside and pointed at a thug on guard, but in the thug's opinion he just raised the camera and pointed it at him. Not only did the thug not panic, but he rushed over and cursed to hand over Qing Lingzi's camera.
"boom"
There was a gunshot, and a bullet strengthened by talismans penetrated the thug's head, and his three souls and seven souls were beaten to ashes. Seeing this scene, Qing Lingzi laughed, turned around and beat him He snapped his fingers, and then the man he shot stood up unsteadily.
However, because there are no three souls and seven souls, this guy will still die in a few days, and he will start to rot before he dies. Plus the temperature in Vietnam is hot, he might even explode.
Seeing how effective this thing was, Qing Lingzi decided to look around to see if there were any monsters to shoot at, so he walked outside with the gun.
However, although the spiritual energy recovery will not only revive the land of China, the overall density of demons and monsters is still not that high. It was not until he came to about three kilometers outside this small port that he discovered something abnormal in a house.
He followed his keen aura and walked over, and he really found something wrong in the tattered wooden wall, because this house was filled with the smell of death from a long distance away, but everything inside seemed normal. , there is a burning stove in the yard, and there are sounds of people moving in the house.
Qing Lingzi pushed open the broken door and walked in. The smell of death became even stronger. He looked into the house with his hands behind his back. As soon as he entered the house, he found that it was filled with the stench of corruption.
Qing Lingzi continued to walk forward and heard a noise in the kitchen. When he went over and saw it, he laughed because there was an old woman fetching water there, but the old woman was obviously no longer alive. The outside of her body was like The bracelets that had been tied up for a long time were as shiny as oil, and the facial features on the face were completely sunken. The eye sockets had long been hollow and dried, leaving only two holes there.
The old woman seemed to hear something moving, and slowly turned her head to look at Qing Lingzi. Qing Lingzi didn't talk nonsense, raised her pistol and shot into the soul.
The bullet added with the talisman passed through the old woman's body, but it was completely different from hitting a human body. The talisman's natural restraint on evil things caused the shriveled mummy to quickly burn.
The old woman was wailing in pain. She might not be aware of her own death, but the pain that burned her soul was real. However, the power of the bullet was so powerful that she was sent away without letting her feel too much pain. Gone, completely gone.
The burning dry mummy set the house on fire by the way, but Qing Lingzi didn't even bother to look at it and let the raging fire burn down the old house.
"Can."
Qing Lingzi finally found the only thing that made him happy these days, and this gun became his favorite toy after coming to this era.
"Relying on heaven and earth, it's better to rely on yourself in the end." Qing Lingzi looked up to the sky and sighed. Thinking back to the two losers around him, he couldn't help but lament again: "It's time to start over."
87. Isn’t confidence rising now?
