"Aren't you arrogant, don't you want to cut me? Come on, cut me, Ma Leba" Fang Xu struggled to draw the sword-wielder with a bamboo stick.

"Okay, stop fighting, it's not too early, let's go back quickly" Ling Xiao shouted.

Fang Xu wiped the sweat on his head, threw the bamboo strip aside, and looked at the boss and his party viciously.

A minute later, everyone got into the car.

Fang Xu, who was still whining before, leaned back on the chair and inhaled the cool air, and Chen Sansan was treating his wounds with alcohol.

Yan Ming looked at the wounds of different sizes on his body and said: "To a certain extent, you are actually quite powerful, you are still alive after being slashed twelve times in a row, you can run, jump and draw people, admire"

Fang Xu smiled proudly: "That's, don't look at who I am, ah, little junior sister, you light, it hurts"

Yan Ming took out the loot he had scavenged from the boss, and there were a lot of good things.

"Tsk, I went out to the street for a night, and I didn't lose money but made money, it's really good" Yan Mingmei counted these items.

"That old bastard probably deceived a lot of people, he was a big fish, but unfortunately he was caught by us," Ling Xiao said.

"Well, this crossbow is quite powerful," Yan Ming played with the repeating crossbow that his boss had used to deal with them.

The crossbow is pitch black, and the sight is a dragon's head pattern, and the crossbow is engraved with patterns, which has a mysterious atmosphere.

The crossbow arrows are also extraordinary, and the arrows are engraved with a broken charm, and a total of twelve crossbow arrows have been scavenged.

The crossbow and crossbow arrows are both of the middle grade, and they actually belong to the same level of magic weapons as his Shangling Bagua Mirror.

You must know that the Spirit Bagua Mirror can defend even high-level obsession spirits.

"Tsk, I've really found a treasure, hey, I want this crossbow, you can pick the rest yourself" Yan Ming said to the others.

"No problem, give me that jade pendant, I'm going to take it to the girl" Fang Xu pointed to a jade pendant with exquisite workmanship.

Then the crowd began to divide the spoils.

——

There are nine days left before the Midyear Festival.

Night, the first quarter moon.

In the deserted mountains and forests, there is an abandoned factory.

On weekdays, it is a gathering place for wild cats and wild dogs.

The factory smelled of decay, and a few long-dead wild cats were lying on the ground, their bodies already rotting.

The crow rested on a dead tree, its eyes rolling, and its gaze fell on a dead cat, and it flipped its wings and swept towards the cat's corpse.

The long mouth tears the cat's flesh open and sends it into the mouth.

"Ahh

A terrible scream startled the crow as it ate its food.

It flapped its wings and flew into the sky.

The sweltering air began to form dew, the cold spread, and the breath of death was gradually approaching it.

The cats living in the factory ran out like crazy, and they felt a great danger coming at them.

But even though they tried their best to leave, they still couldn't escape death.

A sinister aura rose into the sky, and the entire factory was enveloped in aura.

The crow fell from the sky, and the cat lost its life and fell directly to the ground.

The evil qi swept through, and their bones rotted, and soon became a white skeleton.

It's a life-saving aura.

In the center of this evil aura is a big red coffin.

Han Feng's eyes were excited, since his resentment was seriously injured by Yan Ming before, he had been recuperating here, and now his resentful injury was finally healed.

And he can also refine the grievances of his son and mother.

The coffin began to shake, as if something was about to come out of it.

It's going to be successful!

Han Feng's mood was very excited, he clenched his fists hard, and his face turned red.

"Bang"

The lid of the coffin cracked open and scattered in all directions.

A black shadow walked out, it was covered in black gas, and it couldn't see its face, only a pair of blood-red eyes.

"Okay, so powerful, this, this powerful breath, that's right, it's the resentment of the son and mother" Han Feng shouted frantically, his eyes were fanatical, like a crazy believer.

Zimu slowly walked towards him, and the closer he got closer, the more Han Feng felt a chill, but he also became more excited.

"I didn't expect you to really make this thing," a person walked in from the door of the factory.

Han Feng turned around and saw that it was Wen Zhigang.

"Are you jealous?" Han Feng said with a smug smile.

Wen Zhigang said disdainfully: "Jealous of you, think too much, why am I jealous of a person who is about to die?"

"Really?"

"Of course, but you are also really crazy, the son and mother are resentful and powerful, but refining it consumes the life of the host, you shouldn't have much time left now, right?" Wen Zhigang looked at him.

Compared with the previous Han Feng, he seems to be dozens of years older now, and he has lost his previous youthful temperament.

His skin had lost its luster, and his jet-black hair was interspersed with patches of snow.

This is the consequence of refining the resentment of the son and mother, but Han Feng does not regret it at all.

"Don't worry, even if I want to die, I will definitely die later than you, doing our business, caring about life, it's a joke" Han Feng laughed.

"Well, then let's see who dies earlier, don't worry, I will definitely go to your grave after you die"

"Hehe, then we'll see"

Han Feng's eyes rolled, and he suddenly said: "Wen Zhigang, why don't we compare today, I will use my newly refined son and mother to fight with you, you win, I will give you what you want, if you lose, you will lose, and I won't bully you, how about it?"

Wen Zhigang looked at the mentally retarded expression on his face, "You are stupid to me, and you are grudging with your son and mother, it is better for the two of us to fight hand-to-hand, and the loser eats dust."

"Looks like you agreed"

“...... Which ear did you see and say yes?"

"Left and Right Ear"

Zimu Resentment had already attacked Wen Zhigang, and its speed was extremely fast, and before the other party could react, it had already reached the other party's body.

The resentful aura of Zimu touched his body, and was blocked by a silver-white barrier, which was Wen Zhigang's talisman weapon.

But this magic weapon was held up for even a second, and it was directly shattered.

He pulled out two white talismans as fast as he could, hitting the son and mother with resentment.

But it didn't work, the white talisman just came into contact with the resentment of the child and mother and turned directly into ashes, which had no effect at all.

The son and mother touched him lightly, and the evil qi invaded his body, Wen Zhigang retreated again and again, dealing with the obsession spirit all the year round, and he who had long been accustomed to the evil qi was now trembling.

Cold, biting cold.

This kind of cold cannot be described in words, and in addition to the cold, there is also pain, and the place invaded by the evil qi is like being pierced by thousands of steel needles, and the pain is unbearable.

The gap between the two is like a moat, and it is impossible to cross.

He gritted his teeth and endured, took out a bell in his hand, shook it twice, and a white figure appeared.

This is his obsession spirit.

"Kill it," Wen Zhigang shouted as he controlled the obsession spirit.

The white obsession spirit hesitated, and it hesitated when it used to obey its master's words.

The reason is that from the bottom of my heart, in the face of the high-level obsession spirit, the low-level only has the part of being oppressed and conquered.

"Up," he shouted.

The obsession spirit rushed forward, but it was only less than three steps closer to the resentment of the son and mother, and it was knocked down by the other party's evil qi and flew three meters, and its body began to become transparent, and it didn't take long for it to dissipate directly.

This obsession spirit is considered one of the strongest in Wen Zhigang's hands, and it actually disappeared in an instant.

You must know how much hardship and price he has paid in order to obtain these obsession spirits, and each one is incomparably precious.

"Han Feng, I'm going to kill you"

"Don't be so angry, it's just a waste obsession spirit, it's useless to come, it just so happens that I helped you destroy it, and you can't rest assured that you can't save it, now you can find a new one"

Looking at Han Feng's wanton smile, Wen Zhigang clenched his fists tightly, eager to break him into pieces.

"Well, what's the matter, are you still fighting? If you admit defeat, it's good to say it directly, if you don't admit defeat, we can continue" Han Feng smiled evilly.

"I ...... Throw in the towel"

If he continues to fight, Wen Zhigang can only be sent to death, and the resentment of his son and mother is not something he can fight against alone.

"It would have been nice to say this earlier, and it wouldn't have wasted an obsession spirit in vain."

Wen Zhigang felt a tightness in his chest, a sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of blood almost spit out.

He swallowed the blood, it was too deceitful, Han Feng, you wait for me, I will see how long you can be arrogant!

A breeze blew in from outside the factory, and a strange fragrance came, Wen Zhigang and Han Feng immediately stood up straight, their expressions were serious, and their eyes looked at the gate.

I saw a few women wearing cheongsams walking in with lanterns.

They looked exactly the same, all expressionless, with their heads bowed, and they didn't say a word.

It's like pasting and copying.

Behind the women was a large red palanquin, carried by four people.

The beaded curtains of the sedan chair collided and made a crisp sound.

A cheongsam woman lifted the beaded curtain, and a stunning beauty sat inside.

The beauty held her head in her hands, half-lying, her eyes fixed on the book in front of her.

She was the woman Han Feng and Wen Zhigang had just seen that day.

"I'm quite free, I didn't go to prepare for the Midyear Festival, I actually fought here" The woman's voice was cold, and she glanced at the two of them.

"My lord, I have already made preparations for the Midyear Festival, and this son-mother grievance is my masterpiece," Han Feng said.

The woman nodded, "Well, it's a good work of art, but are you sure you can master it?"

"Don't worry, my lord, since I can refine this son and mother's resentment, I can naturally control it completely."

"It's good, but your mother's grievances are really weak, and some don't live up to the name."

"Huh?" Han Feng looked at her in surprise, his son's and mother's resentment was already so powerful, how could it be unworthy of his name?