"We're here to see that ghost sooner or later. ”

"It's hard work, and when you kill this yin ghost, I'll invite everyone to drink when I get there. ”

Wang Bochao said with a smile on his face.

The other catchers in the room listened quickly, and their faces also showed smiles, and they chuckled a few times.

Boom!

Suddenly, there was a strange sound in the courtyard at this time, everyone's expressions changed, and they instantly quieted down, their eyes were nervous and vigilant, and they looked out of the house.

The door slammed, and a figure dressed in gray leaped into the room.

His face was pale, his eyes were deep, his pupils were dead, like a dead corpse, his eyes were fierce, he looked around the house to catch fast, and finally stopped at Wang Bochao.

"I wanted to see if that weird boy was still living, but I ran into you. ”

"It just so happens that these days, you have been chasing me everywhere, making me very annoyed, and today I will kill you all here!"

The gray-clothed yin ghost looked hideous and said with a sinister smile.

The crowd in the room looked solemn, as if they were facing a great enemy, nervous and a little flustered.

Wang Bochao's face was gloomy, he drew his knife out of its sheath, and bright red blood rose out, covering the long knife.

His eyes were solemn, his eyes were fixed on the gray-clothed ghost, and he whispered in his mouth.

"Knock on the gong!"

A frightened person in the room woke up like a dream, hurriedly picked up the gong beside him, and struck the gong vigorously.

Boom Boom!

The deafening sound of the gong broke the silence of the long night and spread far away.

In several small courtyards on the edge of Zhangjia Village, nearly 100 catchers looked solemn and held long knives, and quickly surrounded the courtyard where Wang Bochao and the others were.

The gray-clothed ghost glanced disdainfully at the catcher who rang the gong, opened his mouth to the root of his ear, let out a sharp roar that was not like a human voice, and stepped into the house to catch the fast attack!

Ordinary Catcher is not the enemy of the gray-clothed yin ghost, he was wantonly slaughtered by the gray-clothed catcher, and in an instant, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the scene was miserable.

A hint of urgency appeared in Wang Bochao's eyes, and he attacked the gray-clothed yin ghost with a splitting knife!

The gray-clothed yin ghost dodged Wang Bochao's attack, his expression was hideous, his eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light, and he threw himself at him like a beast with a low roar, and a cloud of black gas appeared in each of his hands, and the five fingers that loomed were sharp and powerful.

After killing people, the yin ghost will gradually lose its sanity, controlled by the killing instinct, and the more people it kills, the more its sanity will disappear, and eventually it will become a walking corpse that only knows how to kill.

Only when everyone around them has been killed, or when they feel seriously threatened by heavy blows, will the Yin Ghost regain its senses.

After the gray-clothed yin ghost lost his senses, there was no move at all between the attacks, but whether it was strength or speed, it was far superior to Wang Bochao.

On the contrary, Wang Bochao is not a gray-clothed yin ghost opponent, and he is in a precarious situation.

Fortunately, there were a lot of catchers around him to share the pressure for him, so that he could have a chance to breathe and not die of defeat.

The battlefield shifted from inside the house to outside the house, and Wang Bochao's men died one after another, but they didn't even hurt the ghosts in the slightest.

Wang Bochao was anxious and angry, but he was very puzzled, after slaughtering the two villages, this yin ghost had never killed anyone again, how did his strength become stronger, and even he was far from being an opponent.

The doubts in his heart flashed, Wang Bochao's expression was urgent, and he dragged his knife to slash at the gray-clothed yin ghost who wantonly killed and hunted like a tiger entering a flock, and shouted at the same time in his mouth.

"I'll hold him back, you guys get out of here!"

Now, after seeing that the gray-clothed yin ghost can match the strength of the warriors of the strong bone stage, Wang Bochao no longer thinks about killing the gray-clothed yin ghost, he just wants to lead the crowd to withdraw quickly, save his life under this yin ghost, and return to Shangjiang City to make plans again.

Wang Bochao was imposing, dragged the knife out, the gray-clothed yin ghost staggered to dodge, and between the lightning and flint, a palm slapped on Wang Bo's super long knife.

The churning black qi swept away the blood and qi covered by the knife.

A terrifying force came from the knife, Wang Bochao's face changed drastically, and he almost couldn't hold the long knife and let go.

The gray-clothed yin ghost had a hideous face, waving his arm and grabbing Wang Bochao's neck with one claw, the black qi was billowing, breaking through the air and whistling, like a poisonous snake that neighed.

Wang Bochao's eyes were frightened, and he hurriedly drew his knife to block back.

Clang!

A deafening clashing of gold and iron sounded.

Wang Bochao's body shook as if he had been hit hard, the long knife in his hand shattered, his body flew upside down, spit out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Protect the headcatcher!"

More than a dozen catchers shouted loudly and killed the gray-clothed yin ghost who wanted to attack Wang Bochao again.

Wang Bochao's expression was painful, and a hideous wound was cut by a broken blade on the side of his neck, and the blood flowed nonstop.

He clutched his wounds and was picked up from the ground by a few catchers.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

One of them shouted anxiously, and several other catchers helped Wang Bochao, and hurriedly withdrew to the outside of Zhangjia Village under the escort of the rest of the catchers who were holding long knives and looked nervous.

After the gray-clothed yin ghost killed many hunters, he was completely sane and only knew how to kill, and he didn't notice that Wang Bochao and the others had fled.

His expression was bloodthirsty and hideous, and he was quick to catch the dozen or so people in front of him, killing wantonly.

After killing more than a dozen hunters, the gray-clothed yin ghost roared and chased after Wang Bochao and the others who had fled away.

......

In the early hours of the morning, the great sun rises, illuminating the heavens and the earth.

In a restaurant under the name of Aoki Martial Arts.

The hall was filled with Aoki Martial Arts Hall disciples eating a hearty breakfast.

The Aoki Martial Arts Hall recruits disciples who learn martial arts, not subordinates, and although there are some things that can be done by them, they can't be instructed to do anything at will.

Yesterday, the disciples of the martial arts hall searched for Cao Shao's traces in Shangjiang City for a day, not only delaying their martial arts training, but also being very tired.

The martial arts hall spent money to invite them to a banquet for a day, which was regarded as a reward.

In the private room on the second floor of the restaurant, Wang Zhiping, Tao Zi'an, and Li Qiu sat at the table, and the three of them discussed where to find Cao Shao today while eating.

Yesterday we had searched the east and south sides of Shangjiang City, and today we decided to search the south and west sides, and if we can't find them today, we will send some people to look for them outside the city tomorrow.

After discussing everything, Li Qiu turned his head to look at Tao Zi'an.

"Second Senior Brother, you're about to break through the meat training period. ”

A smile appeared on Tao Zi'an's face and nodded.

"Indeed, thanks to the two Blood Clotting Pills that Master gave me, otherwise it might have taken me a few years to break through. ”

"Now in half a month, I'm almost about to be promoted to the bone strengthening stage!"

"Congratulations to Second Senior Brother!" Li Qiu chuckled and congratulated.

Although Tao Zi'an has a young face and looks no more than thirty years old, he is actually fifty or sixty years old.

Although Chen Mao looks middle-aged, he is nearly 100 years old.

Warriors strengthen their qi and blood and strengthen their bodies, and their strength can lift elephants, and their life span is very comparable.

Especially the martial saint who has reached the easy marrow stage, the blood marrow is extraordinary, the life span can reach 500 years, and he will be immortal and watch the rise and fall of the dynasty and the change of dynasties!