When I came to the woods on the outskirts of the city, I dug up a mound of earth, and a broken straw mat wrapped in a cylinder was exposed. Ah Ting threw down the shovel in his hand, pointed to the straw mat and said, "Senior, Qianmei's corpse is inside." ”

With a wave of his hand, the straw mat was lifted open by the strong wind, revealing a complete body of white bones and long hair as terrible as weeds. A golden hairpin stuck diagonally in his long hair made the Witch King's pupils shrink.

The Witch King bent down and picked up the golden hairpin, pinched it in his palm and rubbed it, muttering to himself: "Ah Zhong! You stupid boy! Your mother's golden hairpin, you actually gave it to such a vicious woman! ”

Seeing that the witch king was so sad, Ah Ting remembered his deceased father, and persuaded with some emotion: "Senior, the deceased is gone, don't be too sad, please take care of your body!" ”

The Witch King nodded at Ah Ting and took the golden hairpin into his arms. Then he took out a porcelain vase, broke off a fruit like a ripe mulberry on the right wrist of the Qingmei skeleton, and put it into the porcelain vase.

The witch king thought for a while and handed the porcelain vase to Ah Ting, "This is the relic of my son Ah Zhong, please keep it for the old man!" ”

"Yes! The younger generation will definitely take good care of it! Ah Ting solemnly took the porcelain vase and carefully put it into his close-fitting pocket.

"Let's go!" Before Ah Ting helped the Witch King out of the woods, he felt that there was an ambush everywhere, and he couldn't help but speed up his pace.

Seeing that his prey found something abnormal and wanted to flee to death, Tong Yan couldn't bear it and ran down from the hidden tree.

"Kid?!" Ah Ting couldn't help but be stunned when he saw that an eight- or nine-year-old boy suddenly ran out and blocked the way.

"He's not a child!" The Witch King looked at Tong Yan coldly, and said in a deep voice, "He is Tong Yan, a poisonous demon gentleman!" ”

"The Witch King is really insightful, and he even recognizes the name of this Dharma Protector on the rivers and lakes forty years ago!" Tong Yan narrowed his eyes and smiled into two small crescents.

The Witch King ignored the child's cute appearance and asked expressionlessly, "I don't know what happened to the poisonous demon gentleman coming this time?" ”

"This Dharma Protector is ordered by the Sect Master, please gather in the Witch King Sect!" Tong Yan was still smiling, and even showed two cute little tiger teeth.

"Master?" The Witch King stared at Tong Yan with his eyebrows, what kind of terrifying existence would this arrogant poisonous demon gentleman be who could serve his life?

"That's right! Holy Sect Master! Tong Yan proudly reported his religious name, "Witch King, in order to avoid the pain of flesh and skin, it is better to go back with this Dharma Protector obediently!" ”

"Tong Yan, what are you grinding?" Seeing Tong Yan talking to the Witch King, he couldn't help but show up, "Just catch it back, why bother to be here for a long time!" ”

"Human butcher knife?!" The Witch King saw the big man who jumped out with a face full of meat, more than two meters tall, and two pig-killing knives pinned to his waist, which was even more incredible.

"Yo, is there anyone else on this river and lake who remembers my name?" The remnant knife grinned, revealing two rows of yellow and clear teeth, "But it's useless to remember me, the sect wants to ...... witch on your body"

"Remnant knife, you're talking too much!" Seeing that the blade was unobstructed, Tong Yan hurriedly interrupted him.

The remnant knife was originally short-tempered, and when he was scolded by Tong Yan like this, he was angry: "Tong Yan, you timid guy, aren't you just dealing with an old man?" What are you nervous about? What if we tell him that we are here for the fruit of his body? With this Dharma protector here, can he still run away? ”

"Humph! This Dharma Protector is too lazy to reason with you! Tong Yan flicked his sleeves, raised his eyebrows and said to the Witch King, "Witch King, I advise you to return to the Holy Sect with us, otherwise we will be welcome!" ”

"Okay, the old man will go back with you!" The Witch King knew that he was no match for the two, and readily agreed, "But you have to let him go!" ”

"Nope! Juniors don't go! Ah Ting stepped in front of the Witch King, "Unless you kill me, don't want to take away the Witch King's predecessors!" ”

"Ting, don't be impulsive, you go quickly! We are no match for them! The Witch King didn't expect that Ah Ting, who had only seen two sides, would be willing to work hard for himself, and he was very moved.

"Nope! I'm not leaving! Ah Ting said categorically, "Senior, even if you fight for my life, you must take you out!" ”

After speaking, Ah Ting waved his sleeves, threw out a cloud of pink smoke, and threw himself towards Tong Yan and the remnant knife.

"How dare you use poison in front of my poisonous demon gentleman?" Tong Yan watched the smoke and dust approaching mockingly, and gently popped out a wisp of yellow mist from his fingertips, and the pink smoke and dust immediately disappeared without a trace.

"This ......" Ah Ting couldn't help but be shocked when he saw that his poisonous smoke had been destroyed so easily.

"Since Ah Ting's son is looking for his own death, don't blame this protector for not taking care of the younger generation!" Tong Yan still smiled harmlessly, with an innocent face, but the light in his eyes made people shudder.

"Less nonsense, quick action!" The remnant knife couldn't wait any longer, so he put his two fingers in his mouth and whistled.

Immediately after, the surrounding branches were shaking, and suddenly several people carrying wooden barrels appeared on the trees, and with a bang, they spilled the red liquid in the wooden barrels.

"Senior, be careful!" Seeing the liquid flying towards them, Ah Ting didn't even think about blocking the Witch King behind him, and used his body to block most of the liquid.

"Dog blood?" Ah Ting sniffed the pungent smell of blood on his body, and looked at the smiling cruel knife with a treacherous face in puzzlement.

The remnant knife was thick on his neck, and he said in a loud voice: "Old fellow, I heard that you are good at witchcraft, and I want to see it today!" See how much witchcraft can work for the women of this religion! ”

"Girl?" The Witch King pulled Ah Ting behind him and frowned, "Holy Sect! Cult of the Holy Maiden! Sure enough, it's a nest of snakes and rats! ”

"Old man, look for death!" The remnant knife blew another whistle, and more than a dozen men walked out with chains in hand.

And at the other end of each chain was an unkempt and naked. Naked, kneeling woman crawling on the ground. The women's eyes were red, staring at Ah Ting and the Witch King who were stained with dog blood, and they were extremely excited.

"They ......" Ah Ting saw this scene and hurriedly lowered his eyes, "Senior, how could they be like this?" ”

"They have long lost their rationality, they are no different from beasts, if you want to live, don't be soft, kill them!" The Witch King whispered to Ting.

"Put!" With an order, more than a dozen men released the chains in their hands at the same time. More than a dozen women were freed, and like hungry beasts, they rushed towards Ah Ting and the Witch King.

Seeing that the female robbers were about to pounce in front of him, the Witch King raised his right hand, poured his dantian with anger, and said one word loudly: "Order!" ”

The women did listen to the order and stopped, but they were not completely controlled, but shook their heads, sucked their noses hard, and slowly approached Ah Ting along the smell of blood, which frightened Ah Ting to retreat frequently.

"Take off your coat and throw it on a woman!" The witch king reminded loudly, and Ah Ting hurriedly took off his coat and stuffed it to a female girl who was already holding his calf.

The woman got the bloody clothes, hugged them excitedly, and stuck out her tongue to lick it. The other women smelled the smell and opened their mouths to bite the flesh on her body while pulling at the clothes in her arms.

"Vomit ......" Ah Ting couldn't help but vomit out the breakfast he ate in the morning, the smell of fishiness attracted another girl who hadn't found food yet.

"Kill them!" Again, the Witch King reminded, "They are no longer human, and there is no need to have mercy on them!" ”

Ah Ting was still hesitating in his heart, and suddenly his calf hurt, and when he looked down, he found that a female girl was biting his leg. Ah Ting slapped the flying female bi, his heart was horizontal, and poisonous smoke was spilled, and more than a dozen female bi stopped breathing instantly.

"Witch King, I teach a lot of daughters, I see how much you can control?" Seeing that the first batch of women were dead, the remnant knife blew the whistle again, and released the second and third batches......

The corpses of the female girl were all over the place, and the Witch King's face became more and more pale, and finally he was a little unsteady even on his feet.

"Senior, I'll take you out!" Ah Ting took off his blood-stained clothes and threw them in front of Tong Yan and the remnant knife, causing the women to swarm away. While the girl was blocking them, Ah Ting took the witch king on his back, spilled a cloud of white dust and mist, and turned around and ran.

By the time the dust and mist cleared, Ah Ting had poisoned more than a dozen disciples, broke out of the siege, and ran out of the woods.

"Give me chase!" Seeing that Ah Ting had run dozens of meters on his back to the Witch King, he was in a hurry, and chased after him with long legs.

"What a brainless hunk!" Tong Yan looked at the back of the remnant knife, shook his head helplessly, turned into an afterimage, jumped on the top of the tree, and followed.

Ran out of the woods and came to a junction, Ah Ting wanted to run in the direction of the city gate, but was blocked by Tong Yan who arrived, so he had to turn around and run towards the river of Ah Er.

Before they reached the river, they were caught up by Tong Yan and the remnant knife. Ah Ting was bare-handed, without any weapons, and was subject to Tong Yan with poison, and he was defeated and retreated for a while.

In order to protect the Witch King, Ah Ting covered himself with bruises and retreated towards the river step by step.

At this moment, Ge Gu rushed to the riverside, looked at the weak and powerless Witch King with a smile, leaned close to the ear of the remnant knife, and whispered: "The Witch King's Witch Fruit is in the right palm!" ”

"Haha......" The remnant knife laughed wildly a few times, and took out the two pig-killing knives that had been inserted in his waist, "Witch King, obediently stretch out your right hand, this protector will spare you from death!" ”

"Good!" The Witch King pushed away the exhausted Ting, stretched out his right hand, and pointed at Ting, "Let him go!" ”

"Yes!" The remnant knife looked at the Witch King's right hand with hot eyes, and the pig-killing knife flew out of his hand and spun around the Witch King's right wrist.

"Ah......" His right hand was cut off by the pig-killing knife, and the Witch King couldn't help but let out a miserable scream. The figure of the remnant knife flickered, and instantly moved in front of the Witch King, reached out to catch the fallen palm and the pig-killing knife, and kicked the Witch King away.

"Don't!" All this happened too quickly, and by the time Ah Ting reacted and wanted to stop it, the Witch King had already fallen into the river and was swept away dozens of meters away by the raging river.

"Senpai!" Ah Ting jumped into the river and swam desperately to the Witch King who was struggling in the river.

Standing on the shore, looking at the two people drifting farther and farther away like duckweed in the river, the remnant knife asked, "Do we want to chase it?" ”

"Go yourself! The Witch King was kicked down the river by you! Tong Yan looked at the severed palm dripping with blood in the hand of the remnant knife, and knew that the credit this time had nothing to do with him, so he left boringly.

"If it weren't for his blood splashing on my face, I wouldn't have kicked him!" The remnant knife reached out and wiped a drop of blood from the corner of his eye, took the palm of the witch king, and returned to the Holy Sect with joy.