A clown, a two-ha.

A strange combination, and strange words were spoken.

Zhao Yang was not surprised by their appearance, but he was a little surprised why these people were targeting him.

No more important now...

Turning around and looking at them, Zhao Yang's lips moved.

"Dirty Xia people, what are you talking about?"

His voice was too small, and the clown didn't hear it, but the dog beside him had already started to bare his teeth.

This is what the dog is saying about relying on the power of others.

Zhao Yang, who was a little funny, shook his head.

"I said, Xia Kingdom is a society ruled by law. When you see dirty things that you are unhappy with, you must still be patient and not follow your wishes..."

Erha's hair was already blown up, and the dog kept whining, as if reminding his master to leave the dangerous guy opposite as soon as possible.

Sometimes, animals are really much more keener than humans.

When someone scolded for being dirty, the clown stared at Zhao Yang with a angrily smile and said, "Do you want to die? Although Su Xiya is very interested in your soul, she will not turn against me because of a despicable and inferior person."

"Oh, soul?" Zhao Yang nodded thoughtfully, then looked at the clown with some confusion and said, "Don't you know that spreading feudal superstition in Xia Kingdom is illegal?"

"That is the law of your inferiors. How can we restrain us who are about to become God?" The clown strode forward with a twisted face: "Come on, inferiors, use your skin, flesh, and soul to become the art of the great Brgland!"

After the words came to an end, a dark shadow pounced on Zhao Yang behind the clown.

"Bugland? Is this the name of the Bear people?"

A black shadow flashed sideways, and the dagger in his sleeve is already in his hand. Zhao Yang quickly approaches the clown.

"Forget it, these are not important."

Under the night, the Husky who was flying towards him was kicked away, and the huge force made his back hit the tree trunk directly.

A silver light flashed, and Zhao Yang, who appeared in front of the clown, asked strangely: "What made you feel that I was a prey?"

In the clown's astonished gaze, the dagger passed through the clown's throat and held it hard on the trunk behind him!

No blood flowed out, and the clown was still swaying, trying hard to attract Zhao Yang's gaze.

He swept back with his right hand, and another dagger with a warm white light directly slashed on the black shadow that appeared behind Zhao Yang at some point, and the black air exploded with a bang.

"What's it? It makes you think you can attack me?"

Under the moonlight, the prototype wrapped in the black gas was exposed, and it turned out to be a muscle monster without skin.

Looking at this ugly monster with personality, Zhao Yang frowned and said, "You are so ugly and scary. Have you ever thought about how much harm it will bring to my pure heart?"

He kicked the muscle monster's spine directly, causing him to twist on the ground. Zhao Yang turned around and pulled out the dagger that pierced the clown and cut it down with great force.

"Art? You?"

The clown's head was cut off halfway and it was empty inside.

"What should this world be twisted into so that you can show your art like your mentally retarded?"

Bang! The remaining skin of the clown exploded, and countless gray-black airflows rushed towards Zhao Yang.

In the gray fog, an ugly middle-aged man roared silently at Zhao Yang and rushed over with his fists.

"A mentally retarded who can't even keep his body alive, has a carrier that is vulnerable in front of me. Now there are only the residual souls left but still dare to shout?"

With a wave of the dagger with cold light, the phantom was dispersed by the pure yang energy attached to it.

With a frightened face, the middle-aged man shouted silently, trying to rush towards the body that was trampled by Zhao Yang.

It succeeded and you could see the surprises that appeared on the phantom.

Then, there is more despair!

The ghost floats around the body.

possession.

Sit up.

Take possession again.

Sit up again.

It's like a funny show.

Zhao Yang watched this scene and thought he was watching the clown's performance.

Finally, the clown looked at Zhao Yang with desperate eyes, and his doubts could be seen from his wriggling mouth.

Why?

Why can't I get into my body?

Why do I meet someone like you?

I am obviously the one who is destined to be a higher species that has evolved!

How dare you hurt me?

How could you hurt me?

This is impossible!!!

"Because you are mentally retarded."

He kindly answered the clown, pulled out another dagger, put it away, and Zhao Yang took out the phone from his waist.

"Hey, the police station? Yes, I want to call the police.

I found a monster here by the river!

Yes, I didn't lie to you, this monster is right in front of me.

He has no skin all over his body and can move. There is a black humanoid phantom on his body. What is this not a monster?

Do you want me to take a photo and post it on Weibo, or go to the side to call someone to watch it?

good.

kindness.

I'll wait."

When the phone hung up, Zhao Yang looked at the stunned remnant soul in front of him and raised his eyebrows: "What do you think I'm doing?"

"You actually called the police?" The ghost squirmed silently.

"Otherwise? You came out and attacked me in the middle of the night, why didn't I call the police?"

"You dare to let outsiders know about the matter between us?" The clown looked at Zhao Yang with a terrifying face.

"Or else? I have to keep it a secret for you?"

......

......

Ten minutes later, two police cars without alarm arrived here.

As soon as they got off the car, a few old policemen who had grown up at first sight were startled by the scene in front of them and began to touch their hands. When they found that Zhao Yang was standing there for no reason, they walked over with relief.

"You called the police just now?"

"Yes." Zhao Yang waved the cell phone in his hand.

"What's going on?" the old policeman walked to Zhao Yang and asked.

"Didn't I just say that my friend and I came out to play. When I left, I wanted to solve my physiological problems, but when I saw this thing, I wanted to attack me. I knocked him down and called you. Look, I'm still alive."

Zhao Yang said in a singular manner, without any intention of hiding it. After saying that, he pointed at the remnant soul behind the muscle monster: "Look, that gray thing is still hidden there."

"this..."

The old policeman was also made by Zhao Yang's frankness and didn't know what to say.

What kind of gray thing looks like? Don’t you think you have a little b-critical idea?

The two policemen who were in charge of guarding the police came over from the other side, and they were carrying a dog in their hands.

"Little brother, this dog?"

"Oh, it was with this monster. I just wanted to bite me, but I kicked it out."

"Kicked out..."

The two policemen carrying Erhu only felt that their teeth were hurt.

The purebred erhu who stood up was more than one person tall, and I’m afraid it was sixty or seventy pounds, but the boy in front of me said he was kicked out?

But it's not OK to believe it...
Chapter completed!