Does a tree have a face?

Gu Han felt that there was a high probability that there was no such sapling, and the most important issue now is not the question of whether the tree has a face or not, but the Kuishan that cannot be avoided!

“How long does it take?”

Gu Han glanced at the black-faced ghost and spoke in a solemn tone, "Is there any restriction on the method of planting demons?"

“Not much restrictions.”

Leng Yushu naturally would not hide it from him, explaining: "For me, it is more about the consumption of mental strength and spirit. For the person being cast, it depends on how strong the other party's will is. Although it has nothing to do with cultivation, you know that the higher the cultivation level, the more firm the mind should be."

The difficulty of being a demon with a spiritual life or a small monk is naturally one heaven and one earth.

Gu Han thought something.

Not only the Taoist heart demon, the higher the level, the harder it is to find, the less demanding the skills, the less demanding the qualifications, but only the requirements for other aspects, such as mind, character, and encounters... These things that ordinary people do not pay attention to are extremely strict. If they are not suitable, even if they are barely able to cultivate, they will not exert much power.

in short.

All are tailor-made and not universal.

After successfully finding a reason for yourself that it is not suitable for the Daoxin Demon, Gu Han's mood has obviously improved a lot.

"Where is him?"

He pointed to the black-faced ghost.

"A quarter of an hour at most."

The cold rain is sparse and there is no need to think about it.

This kind of low-level ghost soldier who only knows how to kill violently is full of holes in his heart. It is much easier than planting demons in Ding Lan and Li Yin.

"you……"

The black-faced ghost looked at the two of them in horror, "What are you going to do!"

"Old rules!"

brush!

A black sword hovered in the middle of his eyebrows in an instant, and then Gu Hansen's extremely cold voice came, "Dare to move, your pain will be ten times greater than now!"

The black-faced ghost dared not move anymore.

No matter how evil the evil ghost is, at this time, he is just a little sheep.

Let the cold rain be used for it.

Gu Han then looked at the people from the two tribes gathered in the distance. They were dressed in tatters, almost uncovered, and all of them were pale and thin, and their lives were extremely hard. In addition, after the disaster, many parents, wives and children were buried in the hands of evil ghosts. Even if they were numb, they were still sad.

Not far away.

The boy was gathering a bunch of three or four-year-old children, carefully took out the fruit hidden in his arms, and digging them one by one.

There are very few fruits.

Often, only three to four children can get one, but they are still drooling.

Gu Han shook his head secretly.

Although there is vitality here, there is no inspiration. In addition, the materials are extremely poor under the cover of the law of the Yellow Springs. These people live... Even when he was tragic, they were very inferior to those in the countryside.

But now he is wearing a ghost face and a ghost robe, and even the evil ghosts are suppressed by him. How dare those mortals approach him? As soon as he takes a step forward, those people subconsciously take two steps back.

Not afraid.

But awe.

A blind, awe as a god!

Gu Han was a little helpless and had to take off the ghostly robe, revealing his true face, and his temperament changed from cold to gentle.

moment.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the pressure in their hearts was reduced by half, and they also had a new understanding of Gu Han.

turn out to be.

The messenger is like us, and he is also a human being!

besides.

The messenger is so handsome!

White clothes fluttering, Gu Dajianxian.

On appearance.

Gu Han has no opponent here for the time being.

It was the first time that someone recognized his appearance more than his ability, which made him quite inflated. He secretly complained that a handsome man as handsome as a demon suddenly gave birth to a kind of ambition of "rats, dare to fight".

In a good mood.

He waved his hand to the witch priest, and he gave a gift casually, "Your life span is not over, but your body is decaying and aging. Taking one of these pills every few days will be of great benefit to you, and they..."

“The body is too weak.”

"Cut these elixirs into water and drink a small amount every day can strengthen the body and avoid all diseases."

For mortals.

Except for some crazy and cultivators who practice evil methods, most of them disdain to pay attention to it, and of course they will not pay attention to it.

But he is different.

With special experiences and the cultivation of human meaning, he naturally would not treat the other party as an ant cannon fodder.

"messenger……"

thump!

Wu Ji was crying and knelt down again, and the rest of the people followed him and kowtowed to Gu Han, but they were simple in nature and had only the word "Xie" after tossing and turning.

A few words of comfort.

Gu Han then asked the witch priest to prepare.

"messenger……"

At this moment, the young man came to Gu Han carefully, took out the last green fruit, and handed it over, "Thank you for saving our lives!"

"You take that big risk."

Gu Han didn't answer and shook his head, "I almost died, just for this fruit?"

"messenger."

The boy hesitated and said, "I promised them to pick fruits for them. Moreover, the fruit is not good-looking and is actually very sweet. We can't eat it once for a long time."

"Where is your family?"

"Dead."

The boy's eyes darkened, "My father and mother are dead, and grandpa is voluntarily eaten by those evil ghosts, and I am the only one left."

"resource?"

"kindness."

The boy explained.

With the rampant evil spirits, people here can only rely on hunting and filling their stomachs on weekdays, but there are not many wild animals in the mountains and forests. The smaller the tribe, the harder it is to survive. In order to save food and to prevent evil spirits from raging, some elderly people who are old and whose physical strength is declining will automatically stand up and let them eat it.

Just like those people before.

Gu Han suddenly sighed, "What's your name?"

"ah?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, "My name is Shen Fanghu, just call me Ahu."

The people here all take tribes as their surnames.

"You can eat this fruit."

Gu Han shook his head.

From beginning to end, he saw that the fruit was picked by a young man, but he was reluctant to eat one.

"messenger……"

Ah Hu mustered up his courage, "You...can you teach me the ability to kill evil ghosts?"

"how?"

Gu Han saw through his little thoughts at a glance, "Are you still thinking about that stick? I told you that even ten you can't handle it."

Called Ah Hu.

But he is not a tiger at all, but he is very clever.

“…”
To be continued...