"Fengdu City", Wednesday's head buzzed with three eerie big characters on the city tower.

Your uncle, Fengdu City? So the place behind Lao Tzu that is covered with yellow sand and a dead silence is Huangquan Road? However, according to legend, aren't ghosts supposed to be unconscious? Why is Lao Tzu so sober? It seems to be more sober than when Lao Tzu was alive. Wednesday found a corner cat and stared at the big words on the city in front of him, and the barren desert behind him.

After all, it's a city, and it can be regarded as a national fourth-level city depending on the scale, so the "passenger flow" is still good, but these people don't seem to have any consciousness, they are all stupid and stupid, driven by some soldiers in armor like livestock, and there are also a few soldiers at the door, holding a book and constantly scrolling, but it is a bit of a prison prisoner roll call.

This time it's too big, and we have to think about it in the long run.

So Wednesday squatted down outside the city, counting up his "new life", but fortunately, Wednesday's current state of "lonely souls and wild ghosts" does not need any daily life, and there is no need to worry about those things of eating, drinking, and lazing.

On this day, Wednesday still ran to the distance of the gate of Fengdu City, aiming at the "people" who came and went at the city gate.

It's been ten days, and I can't see anything famous, Wednesday counted with his fingers. I just don't know if I entered this Fengdu City, whether Lao Tzu is really hanging, if that's the case, Lao Tzu will lose, although he is not a virgin, but he has not stepped into the palace of marriage, and there is no descendant, his father and mother are also in the prime of life, and the most important thing is that the world of flowers and flowers, I really haven't played enough.

When Wednesday was calculating with a sad face, there was a sudden sound of a dog barking behind him, although it was a dog barking, but there was a chilling atmosphere.

When I turned my eyes to look at the city gate, I found that both the soldiers guarding the city gate and the soldiers who drove the walking dead to the city gate were like facing a great enemy, frantically driving the people at the city gate to rush to the city.

Damn! Doesn't seem right. Looking at the formation in front of him on Wednesday, how can he still care about the total, and it seems that he knows that something terrible is coming.

Wednesday controlled his body and quickly rushed into the ranks of the walking dead under the city gate, and after receiving a few whips, he finally rushed into Fengdu City with the "big army".

The city gate slammed shut behind him, and Wednesday was trembling in his heart.

"The ghost pawn quickly drove the ghost away, and the head of the ghost soldier city was in place, light the ghost fire, and set off the sky lantern!" a leader at the city gate, who was clearly different from the others, quickly gave an order.

So, Wednesday and the rest of the group of ghosts were whipped again and driven into an open area like cattle. Then the soldiers who drove Wednesday and the others evacuated the place, and it seemed that the city gate had gone to help defend it.

Damn, why are you waiting for this?

Wednesday looked up to the left and right, and a group of ghosts were all stupid and stupid, floating there motionless.

Damn, it seems that Lao Tzu is really different, this is all a bunch of fools.

Wednesday glanced around a few times, and saw that there was really no shadow of any soldiers around him, his body shook for a while, and he floated out of the crowd and ran in the direction of the city gate.

"Bold ghost, the evil dog mountain evil dog army is attacking, you still dare to delay the military plane here, and don't let Lao Tzu roll to the city to defend!" suddenly shouted behind him, followed by a whip carrying the wind from Wednesday's body.

Your uncle, it hurts. There was a fluctuation in the soul on Wednesday, and I thought about it, this feeling of directly whipping on the soul should be much cooler than pumping it on the body.

Wednesday ran up and rushed to the head of the city in a few steps, at this time, the figure of a vicious dog had already appeared in the city, and there were other ghost soldiers on the city head whose bodies were torn, leaving a pile of tattered armor at the head of the city.

"Huh, this ghost soldier seems to have some intelligence. Wednesday ran out, naturally not seeing the expression of the leader behind him. The leader muttered, and then rushed to the head of the city.

Glanced left and right, there were already many vicious dogs rushing up in the city, and Wednesday also quickly found some random armor from his side to protect himself, damn, look at the posture of those vicious dogs, he was awesome when he was alive, and it was estimated that it was also a dish when he arrived here.

A faint flame lit up at the head of the city, as did Wednesday's side. Then several tattered wind lanterns also rose from the top of the city.

It seems that this is the ghost fire and sky lantern I heard before. Wednesday glanced up, then took a look at the city through the light of those fires.

It's really big, where is this the fourth-level city I saw, this is bigger than the first-level city, right? Wednesday looked at the ghost fire that could not be seen at a sight and sighed.

Soon after the ghost fire was lit, he heard a loud shout from the head of the city.

"Splash the hell!"

Then, Wednesday saw a ghost soldier not far away pouring a vat filled with ghost fire on the edge of the city wall and down the city.

With a screaming sound, the ghost fire instantly ignited the nearby vicious dogs, and the vicious dogs screamed and rolled down from the corpses of the vicious dogs that had been piled up under the city and had been stacked at the head of the city, and then the corpses of the vicious dogs that were originally piled up under the city wall were also burned into a puff of green smoke by the dotted ghost fire, and they were really dead and could not die again.

Wednesday rushed to the edge of the city wall in two steps and took a look at the formation in front of him. Picked up the ghost fire bucket at the head of the city, ran to a place where the corpses of vicious dogs were piled up very high, and splashed it fiercely.

In an instant, the tragedy was the same.

Damn! Just as I was proud of my victory, a dog barked suddenly from my side. Wednesday subconsciously rolled out short.

The moment he turned around, a vicious dog the size of a cow was jumping high, and the big dog's mouth bit his head fiercely.

You uncle! Wednesday even felt the stench in the dog's mouth.

Instinctively, the left foot stepped lightly on the ground, and the right foot was lifted, and a type of iron plate bridge with the butterfly step had been used, and the body slid past the vicious dog, and he had not forgotten to send the vicious dog on his body by the way.

The barking of the dog came, and the vicious dog of the ox could not restrain the attack and rushed out of the city, and fell directly into the dog pile under the city.

A high-pitched dog bark came from the mouth of the falling vicious dog, and thousands of vicious dogs from all directions instantly gathered towards this direction.

It seems to have caused stubble. Wednesday looked at the formation under the city and thought about it.

Your mother, Lao Tzu is still afraid of you, a brute? On Wednesday, the single-minded mentality sprouted.

The Butterfly Step was no longer kept, and between a few shakes, there were already more than a dozen ghost fire barrels around him.

Come on, come on, see if I don't burn you dogs. On Wednesday, he watched as the dogs under the city gathered more and more.

The dog is back!

The vicious dogs under the city piled up like a desperate one, and in an instant they had reached half the height of the city wall.

Suddenly, a suit of armor shook beside him, and a ghost soldier who was a little wooden picked up the ghost fire bucket next to him and was about to splash it down the city.

"Wait!" Wednesday couldn't help but talk less and do more things, saving himself the idea of revealing his identity, and snatched the ghost fire bucket from the ghost soldier's hand.

Your uncle, you are stupid, Lao Tzu can't accompany you stupidly, this life-saving thing, use one less one. Wednesday looked at the vague but wooden face of the ghost soldier in front of him, and thought with disdain.

10 meters ......

Five-meter ......

Three-meter ......

One meter ......

Rumble!

At the moment when the evil dog was about to rush to the head of the city, the ghost fire bucket in Wednesday's hand spilled out on his head and face, and the ghost fire instantly ignited a long fire path, and the corpse that the evil dog had worked so hard to pile up was pressed back to half of the city wall by this bucket again.

Oh......

The high-pitched barking of the dog sounded again, and the story played out again.

Your uncle, you're so tired.

Wednesday leaned on the arrow battlements at the head of the city, looking at the vicious dogs that were gradually moving away, and the dozens of ghost fire barrels around him.

"You, come with me. A voice came from beside him.

Wednesday turned his head to see a leader glaring at him.

"Good. Wednesday replied with a "wooden" face.