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"Very good, count you as eye-catching." Zhang Xiaoman snorted, let go of Shi Lei's neck with his clenched hand, and let out a soft sound.

To tell the truth, he and Shi Lei have no grudges in the long term, and they don't want to embarrass Shi Lei, it's just that Shi Lei came to the door, and now the lesson has been taught, and Shi Lei's injuries are much worse than him.

Shi Lei's body immediately collapsed like a puddle of mud, and Shi Lei's eyes did not have the fierce light at the beginning at all, instead of exhaustion and a little fear, and there was no desire for revenge.

This is not an ordinary person!

This is the thought in Shi Lei's mind now, although he doesn't know what makes his mind clear again, but it is definitely not a means that ordinary people can have.

Not only that, but when he was fighting before, it was obvious that Zhang Xiaoman had no room for resistance, but somehow, suddenly, like knocking on medicine, he was resurrected with full blood, and his strength and explosion also increased several steps.

Things are so weird, completely subverting his perception, before he thought that Zhang Xiaoman was stumbling on some stimulants, but now that he thinks about it, he doesn't seem to see the action of taking medicine.

For such a person, Shi Lei is no longer in the mood to provoke at all, the more unexplainable things are, the more frightening they can be.

Shi Lei not only didn't want to trouble Zhang Xiaoman at all, but now he wanted to hammer Wu Qian hard, not only because Wu Qian had found such a troublesome enemy for him, but also because he had lost face in front of these more than 30 subordinates.

Zhang Xiaoman clearly saw that there was no resentment against him in Shi Lei's eyes, he didn't say anything, snorted coldly, turned around and left this place.

It would be two hours before he could walk home, and if he didn't go back sooner, he wouldn't be home before dark.

As long as the sun disappears, the activities of ghosts and spirits will become more and more frequent, and at the same time, their strength will increase greatly, although ghosts and spirits and people are in two different dimensions, but there are still profound ghosts who can break through this boundary.

But of course, there are not many ghosts that can reach this limit, but there are indeed many poor strengths, and at night, the ghosts that are already relatively powerful, in the absence of the suppression of sunlight, the strength breaks through the original level of the day, and it is not impossible to reach this limit.

Especially with the passage of time, the deeper the night, the stronger the power of ghosts, and the higher the probability of encountering supernatural events, especially between twelve o'clock in the middle of the night and two o'clock in the morning, this is the strongest power obtained by ghosts, so during this period of time, the probability of people encountering supernatural phenomena is the highest, which is the time when the door of ghosts is opened.

But even so, the probability of a normal person encountering such a ghost is still low and negligible, but for Zhang Xiaoman, this probability is much higher than that of a normal person.

He himself has a Dao practice, and he is quite a great attraction exists, and some powerful ghosts who practice the Ghost Law can enhance their own Dao by absorbing cultivators.

However, cultivators have Taoism, and their restraint on ghosts is amazing, and ghosts will not take the initiative to find trouble, but Zhang Xiaoman is completely different, this product is empty and Taoist, and such a strange Taoist priest is estimated to be extremely rare.

Therefore, before he really cultivated the powerful Dao Technique, Zhang Xiaoman himself tried not to walk at night.

Leaving Shi Lei and the others, although Zhang Xiaoman was very unhappy about this matter today, the general mood was quite good.

Whether it was the woman holding the child who put the spirit talisman in the right place to eliminate the spirit, or whether her own path was improved by fifteen years under the power of merit, it was a great thing.

In a happy mood, the pace is natural and relaxed, Zhang Xiaoman walked much faster than usual.

As for the injuries on the body, under the ascension of the Dao, it did not seem to be much intense pain, after all, the 40 years of Taoism is not a joke, and it has been converted into the internal force of the Taoist internal strength, whether it is for the increase of the body or other aspects, it has been strengthened to a certain extent, not to mention, the internal qi itself has a certain effect on the breathing of the injuries in the body.

No matter how fast Zhang Xiaoman walked, for this season, it was not usually early, he walked for about an hour, and when he was halfway through, it was already about half past six, and the sky had become dark, and Zhang Xiaoman obviously saw that the soul wandering on the street had become a lot more.

Zhang Xiaoman's face was a lot more solemn, and he blamed those idiots, and he was now in a rather bad situation.

The vast majority of those who drifted away were ghosts and ghosts with negligible Taoism, but they could still vaguely see three or five ghosts that were not low, and three or five ghosts who were not low in Taoism seemed to be aware of his peculiarity, and they couldn't help but look at it twice.

Zhang Xiaoman quietly pressed his head down, and swept his eyes at the ghosts around him, and the speed under his feet was faster, and now there was still some sunshine, some powerful ghosts had not yet appeared, and now it was just a little curious about ghosts, the more powerful ghosts were, the more things they could perceive, if the cultivation was strong enough, they could detect the strength and operation mode in the cultivator's body, and judge what kind of Dao technique the other party controlled.

With this level of ghost, Zhang Xiaoman knew in his heart that once he was touched by himself, then it would basically be a certain death.

Beicheng Lane, is the only way from the west of the city to the western suburbs of Zhang Xiaoman's house, has a history of more than 200 years, and now there are almost no people living in it, and it is a famous ghost lane nearby.

The alley is two kilometers long, one and a half meters wide, the situation inside is intricate, late at night, the long alley often does not see the slightest scene, it seems dark and extreme.

Every time he passed through this alley, Zhang Xiaoman felt a shudder.

At the mouth of the alley, Zhang Xiaoman trembled involuntarily, when he passed through this alley in the past, he had never seen any ghosts, not even the scattered lonely souls and wild ghosts, and the remnant souls and spirits.

This is what Zhang Xiaoman is afraid of, a land with a long history, it is impossible that there are no ghosts at all, the only explanation is that in this alley, there are powerful ghosts.

At least the lowest cultivation should also be above him, and these ghost things that he can't detect must be the kind of ghost things that are full of territory and brutal by nature, otherwise, there won't be even a low-level remnant soul around.

The calmer the surface, the stronger the storm it hides.

On weekdays, passing through this alley, Zhang Xiaoman can vaguely feel a very strong yin qi, but this time he can obviously feel that the yin qi has increased a lot.