Fang Zheng turned his head to look, only to see a man dressed like a villager, flashing behind him.

Then he ran off into the distance without saying a word.

Fang Zheng's eyes moved.

Just when Fang Zheng was about to catch up, he pounced.

Plop.

On the trees all around, there were crows standing at some point.

These crows are also odd to say.

Don't scream, don't make trouble.

No noise, no screaming.

Sharp claws, just standing calmly on the branches, on the canopy, a pair of eyes like human cold, indifferent, staring at him coldly under the moonlight.

Fang Zheng recognized it at a glance.

Aren't these crows the same crows he met at Zhang Zuoren's house?

I didn't expect the other party to chase so fast!

"Stand in my way?"

Fang Zheng's eyes narrowed, seeing that the atmosphere in the dark forest was tense and about to explode.

Just as it was about to start, someone in the forest stepped on the clatter of dead branches, and approached, it was a tall, thin old man.

About fifty years old, dressed in a black shirt, wearing mille-feuille shoes on his feet, thin and tall as a bamboo pole, a head taller than Fangzheng.

The black-shirted old man's palm was like a chicken claw, thin and without a trace of flesh, and one hand was pinching a person's neck, like an eagle catching a chicken, unable to move.

In the dappled moonlight in the woods, Fang Zheng could clearly see that the person in the hands of the old man in black shirt was the villager who ran away before.

The villager's clothes were very old, and they looked even older than those of the fifties and sixties.

At first glance, it is not a person of this era.

After being pinched by the neck, the villager did not resist or struggle, nor did he have a look of fear or fear, he was calmly pinched all the way, and his face was pale, not the pale of fright, but the pale of a dead man.

The eye of the preconceived child!

The golden streamer in Fang Zheng's eyes flashed, and he saw that there was a thick dead aura on the pale face of the villager, this was a dead man.

Not a living person.

"One of my ghost crows was killed by you?"

"What is your purpose?"

The old man in the black shirt even spoke dryly, as if his throat was dehydrated and had no muscles, but he just leaned on the grinding of his laryngeal bones to make a sound.

"Purpose?"

"My purpose is just to come to Yun City to find someone. ”

In the quiet mountain forest in the early morning, the two stood only five or six meters apart, and the branches above their heads were full of indifferent crows with eyeballs.

"You're also here to steal the things unearthed in the village with me?" After listening to Fang Zheng's words, the old man in black looked at Fang Zheng's gaze, and began to be cold, a little more indifferent and gloomy.

What was unearthed in the village of Guillotine?

Fang Zheng's heart moved, and he immediately thought of the thing on Zhang Zuoren's body that was brought out from the guillotine village, and it was this thing that attracted several waves of people's peeping.

"If I said that I don't know anything about the Guillotine Village at all, I don't know anything about the Guillotine Village, and my purpose is just to find someone, will you believe me?" Fang Zheng said quietly on his face, and as he spoke, Fang Zheng's eyes kept paying attention to the dead villager who was pinched in the hands of the old man in black shirt.

"Really?"

"Really. ”

The black-shirted old man looked at Fang Zheng: "Then you get out of the way and exit the cold crying post." ”

At this time, the crows standing on the branches above their heads began to jump around a little restlessly, but surprisingly, they were still quiet and did not make the slightest noise.

I can't help but wonder if these crows have had their tongues cut out?

Dumb the day after tomorrow?

Faced with the black-shirted old man's request, Fang Zheng spread his palms and replied helplessly: "The person I am looking for has not been found yet, I have to find the person I am looking for first." ”

"You're really here to steal something unearthed in the village with me!"

The old man in the black shirt looked more and more gloomy, and at this time, the crows that were originally restless and jumping around on the branches suddenly flew up in unison.

All the crows soared into the sky, like dark clouds covering the sky, covering the mottled fragments of moonlight shining through the cracks in the leaves, and attacked and killed Fangzheng.

The other party said to do it.

Fang Zheng stood in place, he raised his slap, Peng, and exploded a crow with one palm.

As a result, those crows that were torn apart, piece by piece, mutilated their bodies, re-adhered to each other, and continued to kill Xiang Fangzheng.

There was no fear of the red yang blood in Fang Zheng's palm.

Almost instantly, the crows in the sky had already been slaughtered, and when they pierced through the body, they did not cause physical damage when they penetrated the square body.

However!

When they flew out of Fang Zheng's back through Fang Zheng's body, the sharp claws of the crows were holding a humanoid phantom, and they were about to pull the humanoid phantom away, and these crows could directly hurt people's souls.

At this time, the spirit was detained, and Fang Zheng felt that the joints of his body stiffened slightly.

This is like a person who has lost three souls and seven spirits, and dies stiffly.

In the face of the direct divine soul attack of these crows, Fang Zheng encountered it for the first time, and he was caught off guard by a single look.

But why is Fangzheng's Divine Soul Cultivation so strong?

In less than a second, he had already reacted from this strange attack and immediately launched a counterattack.

What a way to detect the enemy!

"The Book of Tibetan Secret Consciousness and Returning the Divine Book"!

Angry and dead air transformed!

In an instant, the crows that densely grabbed Fang Zheng's divine soul were like a lightning strike from the yin soul, directly hit hard, and his body was unstable, and then in the next moment, these crows that were already unstable were directly absorbed by Fang Zheng and transformed into a great tonic that nourished his divine soul.

Until this moment, these crows are decisively ghostly and the illusion of covering their eyes has disappeared, and there are still crows standing on the branches of trees in front of them.

But at this time, these crows are no longer plump and like living creatures, but have become dried corpses that have been dried by the sun.

This is the true nature of these crows.

These are just Yin Soul Crows who have been used to borrow corpses to resurrect their souls.

Puff! Puff!

The Yin Soul was extinguished by Fangzheng's spiritual martial arts, and the crow bodies on the branches began to fall to the ground one by one.

At the same time, wisps of ordinary soul qi flew up from the bodies of these crow corpses, and immediately devoured the human skin scriptures.

+1 Normal Soul Energy from Raven.

+1 Normal Soul Energy from Raven.

......

In one fell swoop, fifty or sixty ordinary runes of the human skin scripture were lit up.

Fang Zheng was happy to see this.

"What exactly has been unearthed in the village of Guillotine, and can make you so persistent in robbing it?"

"Are you really just here to find someone?" Seeing that his Yin Soul Crow was just a face, and they were all destroyed, the expression on the face of the black-shirted old man changed slightly, and his tone suddenly changed.

Fang replied truthfully: "Of course it's true." ”

"You take your bridge, I go my way, and we don't interfere with the water of the well. The black-shirted old man said in silence.

"Yes, though, I'd like to take the liberty of asking. Fang Zheng saw that the old man in black was carrying the dead villager in his hand and was about to leave, and suddenly spoke.

"What do you want to ask?" the old man in the black shirt looked at Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng: "Have you seen a man named Zhang Zuoren appear in Guillotine Village?"

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