That night, I said goodbye to Long Wenyu with the fat man.

We were originally here to flee, but now that the location of the Long Manor has been exposed, and besides, Long Wenyu has nothing to do with this matter, wouldn't it be a trouble for us to stay here?

Long Wenyu repeatedly retained, saying that we can rest assured, he doesn't need to say a few Taoist priests here, even the underworld and the military dare not set foot easily, and they can definitely guarantee our safety.

I smiled wryly.

A rich man like him has money and a wide range of contacts, so he is naturally not afraid of real swords and guns, but this group of Taoist priests is an evil sect in the rivers and lakes, not to mention ruthless, and they all have some demon methods.

We are in the light and they are in the dark, and we will suffer in the long run.

Seeing that we had made up our minds, Long Wenyu was helpless and asked us where to go next.

I discussed with the fat man, and the fat man said that since he couldn't stay in this province, it was better to go to his hometown Henan to avoid it first. The island city is in the east, and his hometown Zhengzhou is in the west, and those Taoist priests would never have imagined that we would go west.

I said, isn't your hometown Songshan Shaolin Temple? Why did it become Zhengzhou again?

The fat man glared at me with disdain, saying that Songshan was originally from Zhengzhou, and his hometown was originally a township at the foot of Songshan, but his father had a business in Zhengzhou, and the family moved to the city.

Anyway, I don't know anything about geography or anything like that, so he can stick to nonsense. At the moment, it seemed that there was no other choice, so I decided to go back to my hometown with the fat man.

At noon the next day, we left the Long Manor and prepared to go to Henan.

Long Wenyu originally arranged a special car to send us, but I and the fat man refused, and only asked the driver to send us to the bus station, because the goal of the special car was too big to hide our traces.

The fat bird had woken up in the middle of the night last night, and although he still looked weak, it was not a big problem. With such a bird, we naturally can't do high-speed rail.

I hid the fat bird in my backpack, told him not to make a sound, bought two long-distance bus tickets to Zhengzhou at the station, bought enough food and water, and got on the bus with the fat man.

It was a luxury sleeper long-distance car, and the car started to move slowly, and the scenery outside the window began to recede and pass behind us.

I've never been to Zhengzhou, so I took out my mobile phone and checked the relevant information on the Internet.

Zhengzhou, also known as the commercial capital and green city, is not only the capital city of Henan Province, but also a famous historical and cultural city, and an important birthplace of Chinese civilization, with profound heritage.

The distance from the island city to Zhengzhou is nearly 800 kilometers, which can be described as a long journey.

After two months of living a peaceful life in the island city, he is now about to start running for his life.

In the past, it could be said that he was fleeing, but after knowing that this group of stinky Taoist priests wanted to refine me and the demon pill together, this was definitely a flight for his life.

The point is that this escape day is far away, and I don't know when it will end.

Thinking about it, I couldn't help but feel bored in my heart, and I wanted to call Master, but I still said that I was not in the service area.

The fat man looked heartless, and he didn't worry, and after killing two sausages in two bites, he snatched my phone with the screen shattered to play games.

The little stinky fart slept in the treacherous card, breathing evenly. After every inhalation, this girl seems to fall into a deep sleep, for as little as half a day, or as many as a few days, and I am already surprised.

The fat bird is silent in the backpack and is very honest.

I stared at the scenery outside the window, and my mood finally calmed down, but there were countless mysteries swirling in my head.

The biggest doubt was the strange power that I suddenly had in the cave at that time. If it is a subconscious instinctive reaction in a hurry, it seems to be reasonable, but I know that this is self-deception.

With my thin physique of a hundred and a few pounds, even if the situation is critical, it is impossible to throw that four-meter-long and hundred-pound man-eating monster out that far.

And at that time, I clearly felt something moving in my body, which was completely different from the awkward feeling of an octopus scurrying around in my body when I ran away from Qingfeng Temple.

Although it felt like something was sticking out of its tentacles, the explosion in the body was very strong, as if some kind of dusty foreign object had suddenly broken the seal.

Could it be that the demon tree Neidan that I swallowed by mistake is working? What did those Taoist priests say it was called? By the way, it seems to be the Ten Thousand Souls Pill!

The eight-tailed demon fox also said that I have thousands of soul qi on my body, but I didn't say where these thousands of soul qi came from, and I don't know if it is related to this Ten Thousand Soul Pill, and it can't be related to the possession of strange powers.

Putting aside the strange power that makes people confused, this adventure in the island city really makes me feel a lot of emotion.

Especially in the face of those fierce stinky Taoist priests and being trapped in the cave for nine lives, I really feel all the time, and even hate my own weakness and incompetence.

It is no exaggeration to say that if it weren't for my luck, I would have signed up in the Netherworld at this moment.

I was stupid, I didn't learn much from my master, and I didn't know anything other than how to draw a few pieces of rune paper and the regular handprint knotting.

Spell cultivation is not good, and physical skills are also useless, which can be described as powerless.

If this continues, sooner or later it will be difficult to escape doom, not to mention, even I myself will look down on myself, I am simply a person who claims to be a cultivator in vain, but more like a charlatan who eats and drinks, and I am weak......

Although I am only 19 years old this year, my tragic life experience and living environment since I was a child have given me a deeper understanding of the world than my peers.

The weak have no choice but to become food, and only the strong can firmly control their fate in their own hands, or at least they can calmly save their lives and turn danger into disaster.

I secretly competed in my heart, no matter what, I must become stronger!

How can I get stronger?

Practice the mudras and tricks that the little fart taught me? This may be a solution, but as I said before, with my current skills, I can only produce six kinds of changing mudras, and it is difficult to improve qualitatively in a short period of time.

This is only to deal with the yin and evil aspects, if you want to be effective in daily fighting, you need to comprehend the methods of physical arts.

The cannibal monster in the bottomless pool of the cave is a warning, and it really comes to the critical moment, what kind of tricks and tricks are useless, and it is the last word to do it and fight naked in hand-to-hand combat.

Little Fart told me that the entry-level "Vajra Possession Spell" required nine gesture changes, which was an impossible task before I comprehended True Qi.

Those Taoist priests who chased and killed me would not give me time to comprehend step by step and patiently, and life is not a game, and there is no one-click unlocking move at all, so it is imperative to comprehend the mystery of true qi as soon as possible.