"He's gone. Chinese .8=1≈z≈≠."

"Is it really wasted? Father, he is the pride of our family! Didn't you say that he was rare in ancient times, and that he was a genius of the ages? How could it be scrapped because of this small injury? ”

The old man with open shoulders stopped talking, and with a "click", he took a slow and heavy step, and gradually walked away.

"Second brother, I can understand your feelings. Please rest assured, even if something happens to Junfeng, our family will still support him for a lifetime. ”

"Yes, second brother. He is my own nephew, and I will not abandon him. ”

Although the voice outside the door was small, in such a silent night and uneven night, even the smallest sound would be amplified countless times.

Miao Junfeng, who was lying on the bed in the room, grabbed the quilt tightly with both hands, and a line of tears automatically slipped down from the corners of his eyes.

With tears streaming down his face, his mind suddenly returned to two days ago.

"Captain, is it necessary to be so cautious in a mere plague? You're a young literary genius in our region! ”

"Wu San, be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years, even if I am a genius. Today's ghost plague exploded without warning, and coincidentally, most of the team members were on vacation, and only five of us were left.

If I'm not careful, I'm really worried that something will go wrong. Although the demons in the plague have no intelligence and can only attack instinctively, if they are to be beaten by them, even I am not sure that I will be able to escape.

Therefore, after entering the disaster area, please follow me closely and keep the formation intact. ”

The gray fog completely shrouded the street in front of you, and all the people who were shrouded in it were unconscious.

"Everyone get ready, take the attack talisman and the defense talisman separately, according to the previous attack rhythm, I believe we can return triumphantly as usual."

While Miao Junfeng was boosting morale, he also took out a stack of talismans, but all he took out were attack talismans.

It's not that he doesn't have a defensive talisman, it's that as a captain, he must put his life and death on the line, and the lives of his teammates must be prioritized.

"Ahh

With a terrible ghostly howl, a black shadow with a cold wind instantly appeared on the left side of the team.

"Rocketry!"

The rune flashed red, and the rune turned into a red arrow, shooting towards the black shadow.

"Poof!"

Precise hit, a red "seal" character appeared at the heart of the black shadow, and then a red rune lock came out of the word "seal", trapping the black shadow all over the body.

"Wu San, what are you still doing in a daze! Hurry up and put it in the Rune Bag! ”

"Hey!" Wu San responded, and after a short period of shaking his mind, he reacted quickly and put the sealed ghost into the rune belt.

With the beginning, the rest of the battle is much simpler. With their previous experience in teamwork and rich combat experience, they quickly sealed all the ghosts roaming the streets.

"Captain, you see, I'll just say there's no need to make a fuss!" Wu San walked towards Miao Junfeng with a smile on his face, completely lifting his vigilance!

"Be careful!"

Miao Junfeng pounced and pushed Wu San out, but he was caught by the ghost that flew out, and the blood on his shoulders suddenly splashed to the ground.

"Captain! Everyone, protect the captain! ”

This scene came so suddenly that everyone reacted after Wu San's words were finished for a while.

However, the ghosts hidden in the shadows won't give them that chance!

With a "poof", one of the team's arms was cut off, and the jet of blood splashed his teammates in the face.

"Poof!"

The teammate who was splashed with blood sat on the ground. I don't know if his face is already white, or if he looks very white against the background of bright red blood, anyway, his face is as white as snow now.

In the blink of an eye, five team members were injured three at once, and the previous joy was poured with cold water at this moment.

"Earth Ball!"

Wu San sacrificed his own life-saving defensive talisman, now is not the time to reserve the means, only by doing his best, can he get out alive.

"What the hell! Didn't you say that it was just a plague? How can there be a wise ghost, this is a calamity level! ”

"My arm! Ahh

As a literati, his own physique is inferior to that of a martial artist, and his physical fitness and physical healing ability are much inferior to those of a martial artist. Not to mention the patience for pain, if a warrior were faced with the same situation, I am afraid that he would not even blink his eyes.

"Wu San, do you bring a healing charm? Heal him, and you'll take care of the rest. If this ghost is not sealed, not only will we not be able to complete this task, but I am afraid that even our lives will have to stay here. ”

"Captain, I can't let you go on an adventure. Even if I go, I'll go! Wu Sanyi stared at Miao Junfeng rhetorically, this was not a slap in the horse, but really from the bottom of his heart.

"I'm very glad you have this heart, so leave it to me next! Believe me, when have I ever let you down? ”

Miao Junfeng gave a thumbs up to Wu San and the others, revealing a confident smile.

He stood up and walked towards the outside of the Earth Ball Technique. The reason why he dared to do this was because he had a hole card on his body to use.

This is the life-saving talisman that his grandfather handed to him, and he vaguely remembers the serious expression he had when he handed this talisman to himself.

"Don't use it until you have to!"

This sentence often echoes in my ears, and I often try to imagine the scene where I use this charm. I never thought that the scene I was looking forward to was really born today, but the situation was so bad.

Move your right hand, which was a little paralyzed, and reluctantly let your fingers pull out the talisman that was treasured by yourself.

This is an intermediate-level talisman called "Flame Snake Technique". Driving it requires a strong spiritual power as a guarantee, if it is divided by the level of the writer, at least not the current self, a two-star literati can be driven.

"Fight!"

Miao Junfeng gritted his teeth and took a heavy step forward.

"Truly..."

The ghost wandering around laughed at Miao Junfeng's behavior, but he didn't know if it was a compliment to his courage or a mockery of his stupidity.

Recalling this, Miao Junfeng struggled to support his body with his arms. He slowly stepped out of bed and paced out the door.

"Squeak!" The door opened, causing the three people standing outside to stop talking.

"Junfeng, why don't you rest for a while? Now you need to get some rest. Miao Qing came over with concern, this is his own son, a son with expectations and pride.

"Father, I'm fine, don't worry."

Miao Junfeng avoided his father's support and looked at his uncle and aunt.

After a brief pause in his gaze, he smiled and headed for the other end of the hallway.

Miao Junfeng, who had his back to them, seemed to be dashing, but it was actually painful, not only the tearing pain caused by the wounds on his body, but also just now, he read a chilling breath from the eyes of his uncle and aunt.

He smiled at them, leaving a strong back, but he couldn't explain anything to himself.