Chapter 39 Rewarding the Good and Punishing the Evil
Zhao Pingsheng's whole body trembled violently, all his orifices opened, he opened his mouth and made a "ho" sound, then he closed his eyes and passed out.
Breathing gradually became even.
His face is no longer so pale.
Zhou Yi glanced at the weak-looking Xiantou, but he didn't expect that it would tie the cause and effect to his head.
The road is getting wider.
He and the bad guy Zhao Pingsheng were strangers to each other.
Saving people is more of a test.
He had read Xiaotou's "Monster Information" and "Skill Book".
This skill pack called "Buying Life and Wealth Technique" is a very powerful skill. After using it, you will become extremely weak for a period of time.
Even so, Haotou showed it without hesitation, which proved that it had nothing to hide from itself.
By this time, Zhou Yi was finally sure that Xiantou came to seek refuge with him sincerely.
Even if there was really something fishy about Mrs. Chu, Xiaotou was kept in the dark.
Zhou Yi was thinking about it when suddenly, the head next to him seemed to be a deflated balloon, shrinking dozens of times in an instant.
From a five-foot-long giant minotaur, it became a five-inch wasted.
Zhou Yi looked down at the mini Minotaur who was picking up his robes with an embarrassed look on his face, like a little mouse, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Xiaotou, could this be the origin of your name?"
Xiangzhu looked shocked and looked at the monk who was smiling and bending in the air in disbelief.
She was still a little doubtful about withdrawing money from the air in Qingchun Tower.
But now, what the monk showed was the legendary ability to follow the rules!
Just the word "rescue" brought this bad guy back to life!
Compared with such a skill, what does a mere warrior with a sense of energy mean?
Zhou Yi's voice sounded, "Xiangzhu, go see Chen Chi's mother... and other villagers. They are in the cellar to the west of the village."
"yes."
Xiangzhu sighed softly in his heart.
If tonight's incident is revealed, let alone Xu Mansion.
Even if there is a hidden door with a thousand years of history behind it, how many people would believe it?
In the strange little village under the night, a hoarse sound like wheels rolling over came.
"What little monster dares to ruin the good deeds of a certain ghost car!"
Wu Cunxu Hua's face changed slightly: "Ghost car! Why is it!"
Zhou Yi glanced at Xiaotou: "Who is that evildoer?"
Shaotou hid behind Zhou Yi's robe, with a pale face and shrinking head: "It is a very powerful monster on Lingnan Road! Wait, we know, the three officials from the capital who originally planned to go to Xu Mansion must have been killed by it.
Killed."
Zhou Yiqi asked: "Didn't you kill those three people?"
Shaotou bowed and said: "Master Mingjian, we just met their corpses outside the county. Their vitality and blood were destroyed and there was no vitality. We just ate their hearts and livers, peeled off their skins, and infiltrated into the Xu Mansion. Now that I think about it, they must have been killed by ghosts."
He was killed by a car and the property was robbed from him."
"So, the reason why the bad guys came to Wangcai Village was because they discovered that a villager secretly sold off the belongings of three Beijing officials?"
Zhou Yi came back to his senses.
All the events that have happened in the past half month are gradually connected together.
Indeed, the small black characters only said: 'There is a sinister person, the name is wasted, I met a visitor from the capital outside the county, and ate his heart, liver, and brains...'
This paradoxical word "yu" is very spiritual.
Although waste is a ghost in the eyes of mortals.
But in Zhou Yi's opinion, what he did could be regarded as rewarding good and punishing evil... It was a little extreme, but it wasn't a big problem.
The fist-sized mini head was jumping back and forth at Zhou Yi's feet, looking very irritated.
"What's this big monster doing in Wangcai Village? Monsters and I have always been on the same page. How weird!"
Zhou Yi lowered his voice: "How strong is it?"
Shaotou answered honestly: "It should be above that of Mrs. Chu, the county lord."
Zhou Yi asked casually: "How do you compare to the little monk?"
Mo Tou stretched out his paw and scratched his head: "This... I can't see through it. However, in these years, Mo Tou has never seen Mrs. Chu fearing a human being as much as she fears the mage."
"Good."
Zhou Yi clasped his hands together and walked unhurriedly.
Deep inside the body, the sword pill began to vibrate violently again.
It's like another heart... thump, thump, thump, thump... and like drums beating on a high platform.
The fighting spirit is strong.
Can't wait.
…
Deep in the village, beside the ruins.
Several delinquent warriors in green robes and soft armor were wrapped into cocoons by a roll of cigarette-like black gas, and were already dying.
Only the long-legged woman, the young man with a belt, and the yellow-faced old man were left, and they still had the strength to attack the sallow-faced commoner boy.
The woman holds a silver gun in her hand. When she dances, it looks like snowflakes flying, leaving more than ten afterimages every time it cuts through the air.
The young man's iron fan followed him like a shadow, densely packed like stars, which was daunting.
Although the old man's sword was not as fast as the first two, it was powerful and heavy. Every time he struck it, the sound was like a loud bell, and it seemed to be able to cut through the air.
But the young man who was besieged by them seemed to have no martial arts skills at all.
But his body is nothing like what humans can have.
The speed is like a ghost, almost difficult to catch with the naked eye.
Every step you take can crush a hole in the ground.
The collapsed house and the broken bricks and stones all around were all his work.
The young man suddenly hummed: "Pingjiang-kun is wrong this time. There is absolutely no merit in human martial arts."
He put away his ghostly steps and allowed three sharp blades to hit his body.
Two crisp sounds.
The iron fan of the white-robed young man and the Tang sword of the old man were broken into pieces, floating like flying snow.
Both of them were knocked away, vomiting blood, and their faces were extremely ugly.
"Oh, I am just so energetic, and my energy fills my weapon, I thought I could hurt someone..."
His voice stopped suddenly.
But he saw that the silver gun in his abdomen had penetrated half an inch into his body, and a trace of blood seeped out.
A little surprise appeared on the young man's withered face. He looked at the tip of the gun carefully and smiled: "Hey, it turns out that a warlock has applied the medicine, and his cultivation level is not low. This damn pariah body is too weak!"
As he finished speaking, a dark, human-faced strange bird emerged inch by inch from the young man's body.
The boy's body shook and he fell to the ground.
Bang!
There was an explosion from the tip of the gun, and white gas floated, as if something was shattering from it.
In the next moment, the silver gun completely lost its luster, shriveled and decayed, falling limply.
Wei Youniang's face was pale, she was biting her red lips, staring at the strange human-faced bird that separated from her body in mid-air, strong despair welling up from the bottom of her heart.
This soul-stealing silver spear, which has been with him for nearly ten years, was refined by Guangyuan County's leading warlock using profound medicinal techniques, making it an extraordinary weapon.
In the words of that expert, this gun has captured the essence of its art.
The top can drive away monsters, and the bottom can kill evil spirits.
After he joined the bad guys, he often made meritorious deeds with this gun.
But I never expected that an unimaginable monster would be entrenched in this remote village.
Dao Xing is far superior to any spirit monster I have encountered before.
Even if the master of martial arts from Guangyuan County came in person, he would probably be difficult to defeat.
"Young lady..."
Zhuo Sanlang, who was covered in blood, shook his head with a bitter smile, his eyes showing despair, but he spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm at the monster: "Bah!"
At this time, the yellow-faced old man known as Mr. Fu sat up, pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, and whispered: "This demon king, everything is easy to discuss. They are bad people, one is not, the other is...
…”
He restrained his voice and made a lip shape.
Wei Youniang and Zhuo Sanlang were startled at the same time, looking at Mr. Fu in disbelief. The surprise in their eyes gradually turned into indignation and contempt.
"Traitor!" "Shameless!"
"Oh? Haha, let's talk about it later."
A sneer appeared on the face of Gui Che, whose face was difficult to distinguish between male and female. He opened his mouth and spit out three streams of black energy, wrapping the three of them into cocoons.
Wei Youniang and Zhuo Sanlang knew that their energy was exhausted, so they closed their eyes and waited for death.
There was a little hope on Mr. Fu's face.
Not long after, the cold poison mixed with the demonic aura had invaded their bodies, and a layer of coquettish bluish-gray ice froze on their faces, making them drowsy.
Then the monster suddenly snorted coldly: "Is this an uninvited guest here to die again? Huh? It's you."
The sound of Yaoyao footsteps came closer and closer.
Wei Youniang was shocked and tried to open her eyes.
Like water and moonlight, it pours among the rubble and dust on the ground.
A man who was too handsome to look like a human came riding on the moonlight and stepping out of the dust.
His eyes first stayed on the young man who fell to the ground for a moment, and then fell on the terrifying demon bird that had left the young man's body. There was a hint of joy in his eyes.
Such a happy expression is like "searching for it thousands of times in a dream, but suddenly looking back, the monster is there in the dim light".
Wei Youniang stared blankly.
It felt like everything around me seemed to have become quiet.
Er, but was interrupted by Zhuo Sanlang's disappointed sound of coughing blood behind him.