Divine power is not just power, while Bu'an absorbs ghost energy to improve the cultivation of the divine soul, the body's reaction ability and agility are also improved along with the strength.

His calligraphy is not very good, and his archery skills are really good enough, but as long as he can get a chance to get close, only Hui Yuan of the Ghost Hunting Seventh Division can block his full force attack without defense.

Because of this, Bu An carries a dagger with him.

However, there was another reason why he rushed into the carriage in the galloping carriage: ordinary cultivators would not have such strength, and it would be difficult to explain clearly when they were seen how they did it.

Pulling the dagger out of the chest of the black-clothed dart master, Bu'an turned sideways to let go of the splattered blood, and suddenly found that the neck pinched by himself was no longer weak. Dead, the cervical vertebrae were crushed.

The first time he moved, he killed two people in a row, but he didn't feel any discomfort except for some nausea.

These people are even more damned than human traffickers, they die so happily, they are cheaper.

While the carriage was still moving, he kicked the god-wrenched crossbow down, pushed the dart master with a broken cervical vertebrae out of the carriage, dragged his legs, and propped the man's head on the bumpy official road, dragging the flesh and blood to a blur before letting go.

He thought for a moment before he went to the carriage and sat down, pulled the carriage to a halt with the reins, and then slowly turned around and drove towards the gate of Yuezhou.

The people of the Seven Divisions, who were running wildly, couldn't help but be stunned when they saw this scene from afar.

Monk Huiyuan walked up from the farmland next to the official road, his shoulder was bleeding, and he looked the same as last time, no major problems.

Su Su ran over crying, saying that she wanted to chase it just now, but she was a little scared, afraid that she would be caught by the bad guys, and she would never see her son again.

Bu An knew that this little girl was as timid as a mouse in trouble, and she had long been used to it, so she didn't expect her to help, so she waved her hand and beckoned everyone to control all the dart masters and rescue the children as soon as possible.

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Song Manqiu was beside the bonfire, and after listening to the sentence "Do you still taste after chewing for 2,000 years?", she was always a little uneasy.

She vaguely remembered that this group of people seemed to call the young scholar "Bu Ye", and it wasn't until she said that she started to do the Tao, and they didn't call it that anymore, as if they were deliberately avoiding it.

Could it be that the scholar's surname is Bu?

With such a trace of doubt, when she entered the city, she had the heart to ask someone.

"Among those people was a blind old man, a young man with a leg problem, and a beautiful luthier......

Before she could finish speaking, the woman who was questioned let out a long "oh ......" and said with a smile: "You must be talking about the Seventh Division! Yuezhou Ghost Hunting Seventh Division, the reputation is very big, I heard that the business has been done in Yinzhou!

"Then do you know the name of this step master?" Kong Ling couldn't help but interject.

"Walk the way. The woman replied cheerfully.

“...... You mean you don't know...... Or is it a step?" Song Manqiu suddenly found that this name was a little strange, and it seemed that it was easy to mistake.

"The one who is very good at writing poetry!" the woman was a little anxious.

Kong Ling turned his head to look at Song Manqiu, Song Manqiu also looked at her, and the content in the eyes of the two was roughly the same: This group of people is too much!

The Jiang brothers' thoughts were similar to theirs, but the tone and tone of their voices were different when they silently recited these words in their hearts, so their faces were also ugly.

With a slightly different mood of "revenge", the group inquired about the place clearly, and went straight to the Seventh Division of Yuezhou Ghost Hunting, but they didn't expect to meet each other head-on when they arrived at the Seventh Division, but the people in the Seventh Division ran too fast and didn't notice Song Manqiu and his party at all.

"What's so flustered?"

The four of them immediately chased after them, so there was a scene at the north gate of Yuezhou, where Song Manqiu drew a bow and an arrow and shot the white horse.

It's just that this imaginary beautiful son, after using the immodest appearance of a hippie smile to break the original impression in Song Manqiu's mind, he changed into a completely different image.

The blind old man couldn't see, but he could assert that there was a boy in the car, and the monk was so good that he was so good, it turned out that Bu Gongzi's subordinates were all strange people!

He rode his own horse to intercept, although the appearance of riding a horse was a little jerky, and the action of jumping out of the car was a little silly, but ......

"It's so majestic!"

was broken by Kong Ling's words, Song Manqiu's face flushed slightly, and she glared at the little junior sister who had never been open-mouthed, but found that she was talking to herself at all.

"I'm a junior sister, and I heard that he is also a junior brother...... It's a good match!" Kong Ling added, his eyes narrowed with laughter, "Senior sister, what do you say I should tell him?

"No!" the little girl said to herself, "I have been despised by him today, and I can't be more exaggerated." I had to be a little colder. ”

Song Manqiu smiled and said, "Can you be indifferent to a stick of incense?"

"It depends on how thick and short the fragrance is. Kong Ling grinned.

The two of them said a word, and I said a word, just like usual, they mixed their mouths harmlessly, and the Jiang brothers stood aside, and their faces turned pale when they listened.

The sky gradually darkened, and some officials almost ran out of the city gate with torches, and the idle people were gradually cleared out.

A fat-headed and big-eared petty official walked over, Song Manqiu lit up the name tag of the Song clan in Qufu, and the petty official walked away with a smile and walked towards the person who had made a great contribution tonight. The two exchanged ears and didn't know what to say.

Song Manqiu stood and watched for a while, pondering that it was not early, so he took Kong Ling over. She had already figured out what to say: invite him to go south with her to quell the rebellion.

Regarding the news that his father was the commander of the Seven Fujian Dao Metropolis and was responsible for pacifying the Moon Worship Sect, Song Manqiu decided not to say it, so as not to be regarded as a villain who relied on the court.

Under the blazing torches, the prisoners who looked like dart masters had already been tied up, and all the boys in the carriage were taken down and counted. It was supposed to be in the mezzanine under the carriage. It is necessary to spread this news so that the inspection and inventory in various places can be targeted, and I can vaguely hear someone saying "I haven't found it" and "I'm not in it".

"Step boy......" Song Manqiu walked up with a smile, her face flushed by the torches.

"Oh, it's you...... Thank you very much for your help......"

"I ......" Before Song Manqiu could say any more, the man turned around and walked away to another carriage, as if to bring together several people who had already been tied up.

"This is too bullying, isn't it?" Kong Ling glared and rushed forward...... After a few steps, it suddenly froze in place.

Not far away, on the ridge of the field where several torches were reflected, the great man stabbed the prisoner in the thigh, accompanied by a scream like killing a pig, and he asked viciously: "Say! Where is the nearby joint?"

The prisoner gritted his teeth and shouted: "The evil moon is coming, and none of you can escape......"

Another knife, this time directly slashing the throat, blood spurting everywhere.

Kong Ling was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat and looked at his senior sister with a desperate expression. Song Manqiu was also frightened: How could this person be like the devil, with a knife in his hand, without even the slightest hesitation to kill?

"The one didn't want to live just now, and now it's your turn, I'll count to three, one, two, three......" Another stab, this time in the chest.

The people he met at noon today were all standing behind that person at the moment, just watching him kill people! Song Manqiu felt that he was a little confused, was this group of people still the same group of people at noon?

"There are four more people, and you are the fourth from the bottom...... I don't mind killing until the last one before you speak, you just have to figure it out yourself, one, two......"

"I said, I said, I said, I said......" The man who was helped was gasping violently for fear, and his crotch was already wet...... Willow...... Liudian Town ......"