The white-faced man's face was distorted.

The Changsheng Feng family did raise a lot of corpse chasers.

But the Feng family doesn't learn to drive corpses, and their methods are a hundred times more powerful than driving corpses.

Where do you need to learn to drive out corpses?

The corpse chaser is just a dog raised by their Feng family to make it more convenient.

"I don't think so."

Tang Luo asked again, "That young man, do you Feng family have the kind of elders who are ruthless, kill people without calculation, and care about people's lives." ”

The white-faced man actually looks quite young, and he shows the conceit and arrogance he shows at first.

It also has a young feeling.

With such an arrogant young man, there must be some elders in the family who are bullish and coaxing, and protect the short, right?

There is a small one to the old, this kind of family tradition and basic exercise, right?

The white-faced man didn't know how to answer the question of the monk in front of him for a while.

Continue to say cruel words, saying, "If you dare to do anything to me, the adults in my family will come out and beat you to death"?

The sudden and inexplicable feeling of embarrassment made it difficult for the white-faced man to speak.

"You say, if I hang you on the wall, the elders of your Feng family will definitely come to trouble me."

Without waiting for the white-faced man to answer, Tang Luo continued to speak with great interest.

The white-faced man's body shook.

"You madman!" He shouted, instinctively crawling in the direction away from Tang Luo.

This monk from Da Lei Yin Temple, Xuanzang.

Actually planning to fish?

Use him as bait to fish out more of the Feng family?

What is not a madman?

Wasn't he afraid that the Feng family would tear it to pieces?

No, it should be that he can't survive and die, and he will be tortured endlessly.

In the memory of the white-faced man, no one had ever failed to take the Feng family in his eyes like this.

"Come on, give it a try." Tang Luo said with a smile, "Just test how important you are in the Feng family." Life is made up of one test after another. ”

Bending down and grabbing one of the white-faced man's legs, Tang Luo dragged him towards the door of the terminal.

Because the task requirement is to stay here for one night, until six o'clock in the morning.

If it wasn't necessary, Tang Luo wouldn't go out, he had to do it against the task.

It is a good choice to hang this white-faced man on the wall to attract more kinds of mushrooms to the Feng family.

Strange goods can live, and wait for people to come to the door.

I, Tang Luo, fight to defeat the Buddha.

Great writer, master of acting, master of tactics.

There are four Buddhas with all-round development of morality, intelligence, physical fitness, art and labor.

"Shout."

Put the white-faced man at the door, Tang Luo said.

"Shout?"

"Shout for help, if you don't shout for help, how do you know at home, they don't know, how can they save you?" Tang Luo said, "If they don't come to save you, I won't kill them—how can you gain merit if you don't save them?" ”

"Gain merit?"

The white-faced man's eyes widened.

He was sure that this monk was a madman, a demon monk.

Killing people to gain merit?

Which temple came out of the mad monk?

Oh, it's Dairai-ji Temple.

"Punish the evil and promote the good, temper the wicked, and the merit will appear." Tang Luo said.

"You're the wicked."

The white-faced man took this to heart.

But he can't shout.

What kind of family is the Feng family?

Powerful, cruel, ruthless, and ruthless.

Feelings are like a straw in the Feng family, which can be discarded at any time.

"Shouting" the Feng family, there is indeed a little possibility of calling out the people of the Feng family.

But these people didn't show up to save people.

It's just because the white-faced man is the Feng family.

What the Feng family will do is definitely not to save people, but to kill people.

Kill the arrogant people who provoked the Feng family.

Prove the strength of the Feng family with the blood of provocateurs.

And the white-faced man, if he didn't die, would probably become a "living basin" after the matter was over.

Save? Inexistent.

The consistent style of the fierce Feng family from the north.

"I have special contact details and have already contacted them."

The white-faced man said in a deep voice.

He had to stall for time and find a chance to escape.

"Oh, they got it?" Tang Luo asked.

"Yes."

The white-faced man said, "Since you are in such a hurry to die, I have no choice but to fulfill you." ”

"I can't see it."

Tang Luo stared at the white-faced man and whispered.

"What?" The white-faced man asked.

I can't see anything.

As soon as I finished asking, a great sense of uneasiness and fear rose in my heart.

"I ......"

As soon as he shouted a word, the white-faced man felt a hand caress the top of his head.

The immortal caresses my top, and the hair is immortal?

Poof!

The white-faced man's head burst open.

This time, it's not just mycelium.

Now that the Feng family has been notified, the role of the white-faced man has been achieved.

What Tang Luo needed was not hostages and bargaining chips.

He just wanted people to "come and die."

The Feng family doesn't need "hostages", and neither does he, Tang Luo.

By the time the white-faced man realized this, it was too late.

As for "can't be seen".

It means that Tang Luo didn't see if the white-faced man was lying.

Acting masters are just very experienced and can make judgments based on experience, and they can't necessarily tell whether others are acting.

The headless corpse fell, and Tang Luo stepped aside and picked up the ominous one that had been thrown on the ground when he was practicing with the bronze armored corpse.

Back in the small room.

Why don't you make a holster for Ominous or something?

Fits in the position of the forearm.

The wide and flowing sleeves can hide the ominous and are more convenient when you need to use it.

After all, in the mission world, once you take out the equipment and use it, you can't take it back.

"Gods and demons" are quite stingy.

"Huh?"

He didn't sit for long, and Tang Luo's wandering gaze condensed at the door.

It's not that someone from the Feng family appeared.

It was the body of the white-faced man, which began to change.

Hands, feet, and body become shriveled.

In just two or three minutes, it was like a dried corpse.

Immediately after, a mushroom slowly grew on the headless neck.

Mushrooms with colorful black.

I don't know if it's the one in the white-faced man's body, or if it's a new one.

The Feng family called it a mushroom called "longevity mushroom".

In fact, it grows on corpses, or even living bodies, and it is more appropriate to call it "corpse mushroom".

Tang Luo turned the white-faced man into a white-faced man, but he did not "transform" the corpse mushroom together.

The corpse after growing the corpse mushroom gradually moved.

Slowly get up from the ground.

In the middle of the night, a dried corpse was getting up, and in its place was a black mushroom.

"Is this really a mushroom essence?"

Tang Luo directly broke out of the window, came to the front of the "mushroom essence", and reached out to grab it.

The captured corpse mushroom released a large number of spores.

It's like kicking up a puff of dust.

Tang Luo's lower abdomen moved slightly, exhaled a breath, blew away all these spores, and pulled them hard.

Tear the mushroom off the dried corpse.

The dried corpse fell to the ground, but it was shattered, as if it had been dried for countless years.

There are no corpse mushrooms in it.

The corpse mushroom in Tang Luo's hand was the one that grew in the chest cavity of the white-faced man just now, and now it has grown on his head.

Looking at the corpse mushroom in his hand, Tang Luo fell into deep thought.

"Wukong, do you know the one hundred and eight practices of youkai?"

"Monk, you want to break your vows again!"

"Wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha stays in his heart."

"Do you really have it in your heart?"

"The monster wants to eat as a teacher, and finally it is digested by the teacher, this is cause and effect, if the Buddha knows it, he will agree to be a teacher."

"Monk, you are more like a monster than a monster, okay?"

"A teacher is just a lonely gourmet."

The memories are so fierce, and the thoughts are so strong.

The table in the small room is the kind that comes with its own cabinet.

Tang Luo opened it and saw an electric cooker inside.

I took it out and looked at it, it wasn't very clean, I went outside, picked up the water, cleaned it, and then connected it with water.

Plugging it in, Tang Luo threw the corpse mushroom inside and closed the lid.

Cook slowly.

I don't know if I can make a nourishing mushroom soup.

The corpse chaser, the white-faced man of the Feng family, provided Tang Luo with the power of merit.

Added up is still inferior to Jack the Ripper of the first world.

After consuming the power of merit to heal his injuries, Tang Luo's current upper limit of no injuries remained at 8%, and there was still a line away from 9%.

Even if the remaining merit power is consumed, it cannot be achieved overnight.

Or do you keep some of it as is customary, just in case.

It's like saving money on a regular basis.

The Moonlight Clan will collapse in an economic crisis.

Tang Luo can not be a moonlight clan with zero anti-risk ability.

Closing his eyes again, Tang Luo was like an old monk and continued to breathe and heal.

An hour later, Don Luo opened his eyes.

Add water again and continue to cook.

Repeat several times.

It was 5:30 a.m., and it was getting brighter.

The two corpse mushrooms are still the same.

There is no atrophy getting smaller, and there is no swelling.

However, the last time the water was added, it was no longer clear.

It has a bit of a mushroom consommé feeling.

The Feng family also did not show up.

Fengmen Village was quiet.

Not even a single rooster crowed.

"Okay."

Picking up the pot and taking a sip of soup, Tang Luo said secretly.

There is no healing effect, but it is also the degree that ordinary people can drink hot water, which can warm their stomachs and resist hunger.

Of course, it's hard to say what will happen when ordinary people really drink the soup.

If you're lucky, you should get stronger.

Bad luck and a violent death.

After drinking it all, Tang Luo grabbed the corpse mushroom and took a bite of it.

The corpse mushroom melted in his mouth, and a fiery manic power burst out in his mouth.

Firmly locked by Tang Luo, all of them were absorbed.

Good teeth and good appetite.

"Well, that's a bit of an effect."

Tang Luo was slightly happy in his heart, and after eating three bites, he closed his eyes again to breathe and heal.

The injury has recovered a bit.

In this way, Tang Luo can exert 9% of his strength without affecting his injuries.

"Rustling ......"

The sound of heavy, dragging footsteps came from outside the room.

Tang Luo turned his head and saw Aunt Shufen walking towards the room with a broom.

Seeing Tang Luo turn her head, Aunt Shufen's eyes lit up, and before she could remember what to say, she fell directly to the ground.

This aunt was hit by Mi Ke's "Dead Friends Immortal Poor Dao".

was kicked away by the corpse chaser, but he unexpectedly did not die, which is gratifying.

"Is the female benefactor okay?"

Tang Luo walked up to Aunt Shufen, squatted down and asked.

"Master...... Help me. "Aunt Shufen is sobbing.

"Well, the poor monk will give you light." Tang Luo put one hand on his chest, closed his eyes, and began to chant the scriptures.

At this moment, the painful expression on Aunt Shufen's face turned into viciousness.

The broom he grabbed suddenly swung towards Tang Luo's head.

It's like when you're on the bus, swinging at the conductor, at the three zombies.