Duanmu gave the old guy a clean look and felt that this guy must be a little confused and didn't bother to talk to him at all.
The old man glanced at Duanmu Qing. His face was full of anger, but then he calmed down. Instead, he became a little anxious. He pointed inside and said, "That thing is not simple. Who is in it?"
Duanmuqing rolled his eyes at him again, waved his hand and said, "It's okay."
Duanmuqing knows my strength. Unless Ksitigarbha himself runs out of the underworld now, no one can hurt me.
However, at the next moment, there was a loud bang, and the three-story small foreign-style building in the yard collapsed!
I grabbed the dragon-like guy with one hand, and kept hitting it with the other hand.
Violent noises kept ringing.
My strength at this time is so huge that even rocks can be smashed into powder by my punch.
But the thing under my fist didn't get blood splattered by my fist, but the body was constantly twisted by the beating.
This situation is like hitting my fist on a huge ball of rubber clay. No matter how hard the punch is, it can return to its original shape.
It's a little slimy, even a little disgusting.
At first, this guy kept shouting loudly, as if to express his dissatisfaction, but after successive punches, it could only make a whining sound.
It sounds very pitiful, but even so, I can't kill it.
To be precise, this group of ghosts cannot be dispelled!
I am quite confident in my own strength. Even a ghost king-level existence in the underworld will be knocked out of his wits under my fist. What on earth is this thing?
By the end of the beating, my arms were a little weak, but the guy was still the same as before.
This made me feel angry. This thing was like a piece of brown sugar. No matter how hard you hit it, it couldn't be broken. It filled my heart with a feeling of powerlessness and irritation.
I cursed, and this time I used both hands to hit the thing with a blast.
Under successive punches, the thing's body was beaten into disarray and collapsed on the ground, like a ball of mud.
I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when I saw this.
This series of all-out attacks made me feel tired.
But before I had time to rest, I saw the lump of mud lying on the ground twisting twice more, and then gradually returned to its original appearance.
The little dragon-like guy was floating in the air, twisting and turning, and even had a smile on his lips, as if he was laughing at me.
This time it really made me laugh, and I felt so damn proud after being beaten.
But now I'm really helpless, and I don't know what this thing is. This ability to resist being hit is simply incredible!
Seeing the way it was provoking me, I couldn't help but feel angry. I took a deep breath, mobilized the power in my body, and ten nails grew out.
Since I can't hit you, I'll tear you into pieces with my nails!
I crossed my nails, rubbed them gently, and then walked towards it.
At this time, the little thing seemed to be aware of the danger. It paused in the air, then twisted its body and floated towards the other side. It seemed that it wanted to escape.
I sneered, stepped forward, and grabbed it.
"Don't leave. Let's play for a while. Can't you resist the beating? Let me try again."
But just when my hand was about to grab it, there was a crisp clicking sound under my feet.
I couldn't help but stop and looked down. I saw that the ground under my feet was already covered with terrifying cracks.
Then these cracks are constantly expanding.
"boom!"
The next moment, with a loud noise, the entire building collapsed.
"Are your people inside? Why don't you go in and take a look?"
Seeing the building collapse, the old man turned to Duan Muqing and asked.
"It's okay, that guy can't die. Oh, I forgot to tell you, he is the local head catcher." Duanmuqing said casually.
The old man glanced at Duanmu Qing, then at the three-story small foreign-style building that had completely collapsed, and couldn't help but shrink his neck.
Damn it, what kind of evil spirits are there in this damn place?
A small mistake can make him so powerful that he even suffers a lot.
Then how powerful is his superior, the head catcher here?
Although I haven't seen that guy yet, the movement is loud enough, and he must be a ruthless guy.
The old man suddenly felt like a hero in his twilight years, and sighed in his heart.
It seems that he has been imprisoned in the underworld for hundreds of years, and the world has indeed changed.
A small shady person and a headhunter both have such incredible strength. From now on, I have to keep my tail between my legs.
"Little girls, don't be careless. Let me tell you the truth, that thing is not an ordinary monster. It cannot be dealt with by ordinary people. I only dared to come here with something that can restrain it. Be careful that your boss suffers!"
The old man looked at Duanmu Qing and said with a sneer.
Duanmuqing took a deep breath, which meant that his soul was still a little unstable, otherwise Duanmuqing would definitely rush over and fight him to the death with just this little girly voice.
Duanmu gave him a blank look and ignored him at all.
The old man cursed again, and then rushed inside with some staggering.
This time he came to the underworld just for this guy. This was his duty, so he had to go.
Zhang Zhong glanced at Duanmuqing, Duanmuqing nodded to him, and then the two of them rushed inside.
The building collapsed, and my feet were dangling in the air. Then there was a sudden spin, and countless bricks were thrown at me.
But I don't care at all. With my current physical strength, these bricks can't do any harm to me.
In a blink of an eye, I hit the ground and was buried by falling bricks.
I lay quietly and didn't move. When the movement outside stopped, I waved my hand gently, pushed aside the bricks that buried me, and stood up inside.
Looking around, I saw that the three-story western-style building had all collapsed and turned into ruins.
The luxurious office and many ancient paintings in it were also smashed to pieces, which made me feel a little regretful. If I had known better, I would have left a few paintings behind.
I looked around and saw a few people lying in the open space in front of me.
Those were Zhao Qingting's apprentices, his son Zhao Wencheng, and his little mother.
Several people were lying with their eyes closed, but their lives were not in danger, as if they were fast asleep.
我舔了舔嘴唇,刚才有些大意了,只顾着揍那个东西,完全忘了这小楼根本就撑不住我的力量.
But that little thing was quite interesting. He actually rescued all these people.
"Where to run!"
At this moment, a loud shout suddenly came from outside.
I looked up and saw an old man appearing out of nowhere, fighting with something that looked like a dragon.
Duanmuqing and Zhang Zhongzheng were standing at the door, looking at everything coldly. Outside the door, there was a frightened Xu Yang.
I glanced at the old man, and I could tell from the aura on his body that he came from the underworld and was not weak in strength.
I couldn't help but frown when I saw this.
People from the underworld, it seems that that little thing must have escaped from the underworld.
But I'm a little confused about what that thing is, and it's so resistant to beating.
But I was tired from the intense beating just now, and now that the Yin Division has come, I can rest.
I've always been a very reserved person, but if someone comes forward now, I will never take action.
And watching the old man and the little guy fight back and forth, it was like watching a play, it was very eye-catching.
I sat down casually on the ruins, then took out a cigarette, lit one and watched the show with squinted eyes.
The old man and that thing looked like they were having a lively fight, jumping up and down, but I could see clearly.
The old man didn't even move a step, but there was a yin energy in his hand that disappeared into the ground. The old man was setting up a formation, and the cemetery was of course trying to trap that thing.
At this time Duanmuqing and Zhang Zhong also saw me and ran towards me.
"Big Ear, what is this thing? Do you want to go up and help?" Duanmuqing asked me, looking ahead.
I shook my head. Although that thing was very resistant to beatings, the old man looked confident now. He thought he should have a way to deal with it.
Besides, he is setting up his formation now, and if we go up there, he might mess up his formation.
"What are you going to do? Isn't it good to watch the excitement?" I exhaled a puff of smoke and said.
Then I turned around, glanced at Zhang Zhong, and asked him a little strangely: "Why are you in Jishui?"
Hearing my voice, Zhang Zhong quickly bent down respectfully and said, "I felt a familiar breath, so I came here."
Hearing his words, I couldn't help but frown.
I know the details of Zhang Zhong. Back then, he was expected to become a catcher or even an inspector in the underworld, but because of something, he was demoted to the underworld and lost the chance of promotion.
Although I have always been curious about what happened to him back then, Zhang Zhong didn't take the initiative to mention it, so I couldn't ask him.
After all, this matter should be a memory that he doesn't want to mention.
He had always lived in the underworld in the past, and the familiar aura he mentioned should also come from the underworld.
I glanced at the old man and asked Zhang Zhong: "Do you know him?"
Hearing my words, Zhang Zhong frowned and then said: "The smell is a bit familiar, but I don't dare to confirm it."
I nodded, knowing that people from the underworld would always use a corpse to serve as their body when they came to the earth, so it was normal for Zhang Zhong not to recognize him.
But judging from his appearance, Zhang Zhong probably knew the old man.
This made me even more curious about who the old man was and what that dragon-like thing was.
"When did this old man come?" I took a puff of cigarette and asked casually.
"Just now, this old guy had a fight with me." Duanmuqing said with some annoyance.
