"Is this your rescuer?" Zhou Qinghou looked at Zhang Chui with a strange face, and for a while he didn't know what to say to describe his mood at the moment.

"This is my savior. Zhang Chui nodded solemnly, in fact, his frightened hair was about to stand up, thinking of those old boys or robbers who fought in the rivers and lakes in his previous life or soldiers who fought on the battlefield, the most common words were "eat with your head", "mix with your head and mingle" and so on.

Most of them are braggart and I'm awesome.

The headless general Zhao Ziyun in front of him was really carrying his head.

A real fierce general, dare to kill the enemy with his head in his hand.

Zhang Chui didn't know why, such a sentence suddenly popped up in his mind, and his heart was also cold, the lottery characters given by the Lord of the Seven Seas system were a little supernatural.

"Kill her, kill her for me. "Kim Doo-hwan is already sliding down the cliff of madness.

"Ghost、、、 ghost、、、 ghost, ahhhh

Among the martial artists of the Jin family, someone finally saw clearly, before Zhao Ziyun reached out and held not a helmet, but a helmeted head, as soon as it was put up to the neck, the pair of eyes that were like flashing red flames were as conspicuous as a bright lamp in the dark night, and it was impossible to see it again.

Zhao Ziyun rode his horse and shot away this ghost-screaming Jin family warrior.

If you know it's a ghost, don't run quickly, stand still and scream, but don't wait for the ghost to kill you.

The old man who was smoking turned around and retreated without saying a word, stretched out his hand to carry Kim Doo-hwan, and fled towards the ship docked on the beach.

The next moment, Zhang Chui knew why the old man who was smoking was running away.

From behind Zhao Ziyun, dozens of horses appeared, horses with guns, horses' hooves fell, silently, charging into battle, only the sound of the Jin family's warriors crying wolves.

In addition to the old man who smoked and fled in advance with Jin Douhuan, there were also two first-class martial arts masters of the Jin family who saw that the situation was not good, and they did a good job and took the lead in escaping.

Zhao Ziyun didn't plan to kill them all, and with the cavalry behind him, he watched the Jin family's ship sail away from such a distance, estimating that the living people could leave a shadow that would be indelible for a lifetime.

"What the hell, it's still a group. Zhang Chui sat on the ground, gasping for breath, Zhao Ziyun came out later, and it was estimated that he would only be able to see his corpse.

"Where did you find so many heroic souls and martyrs?Could it be that you were sleeping with her when you were lying in her coffin just now?" Zhou Qinghou couldn't help asking, with a look on his face, with a full groove, I didn't expect you to even let go of ghosts.

That's right, Zhao Ziyun is a woman, a female ghost.

"How did I know it was her coffin. Zhang Chui couldn't help but roll his eyes, "What do you mean I slept with her?

I didn't expect Zhou Qinghou, your little brother who looks clear-eyed and beautiful, actually has such a heavy taste.

Zhang Chui also saw the group of ghost cavalry behind Zhao Ziyun at this time, the figure faded away, and finally disappeared, and he didn't know if he was really dead or temporarily hidden.

Zhao Ziyun turned over and dismounted, hung the iron gun on the horse, then reached out and took off his head, just one hand on his waist.

Such a picture, looking at Zhang Hang is also a numb scalp.

Ren Hua Mulan held a helmet on her waist in her hand, and she was heroic.

Zhao Ziyun is carrying his head on his waist, it is simply a horror movie.

"What is the heroic soul loyalty?" Zhang Chui couldn't help but ask, he didn't dare to look at Zhao Ziyun anymore, the picture is so beautiful, especially the desert island, the night, the fire is still spreading, there is a peerless beauty, dressed in military uniform, leading a horse, with her head in her hand.

Zhang Chui felt that if he went to sleep now, he would definitely have nightmares.

"The heroic soul is immortal, the heroic soul is not dispersed, and they gather to be loyal to the heroic soul. Zhou Qinghou said, "Generally, only those loyal generals and loyal ministers, or soldiers who died in bloody battles, can be loyal to the soul of the martyrs, able to protect the peace of the party, and even at critical moments, show a battle to protect the family and the country." ”

"In fact, when a person dies, his soul does not disperse and becomes a ghost. The corners of Zhang Hang's mouth twitched, Zhao Ziyun is really a ghost who didn't run away.

"There are also some Jiangmen families with a long heritage, and there are generally similar heroic souls in the family who are loyal to the guard, and can keep the Jiangmen prosperous. Zhou Qinghou said that the Zhou family is the inheritance of the gate, and there are also heroic souls in the family who are loyal to the guard, and he also saw it once when he was a child.

"There are also some families and martial arts sects that will worship their ancestors or something, and offer incense to raise the spirit of their ancestors to bless their families and sects. Zhou Qinghou said, "Of course, unless it is destroyed, these ancestral spirits will not make a move." ”

"These heroic souls and the spirits of the ancestors, the strength is strong and weak, the strong is comparable to the great martial arts masters, and the weaker ones are that even the third-rate martial artists can destroy them with one punch, and the strength depends entirely on the incense offerings of the family and the sect. Zhou Qinghou continued to explain, but his eyes were looking at Zhao Ziyun, a little weird.

Zhang Chui probably understood, in his previous life, when he worshiped his ancestors, he wanted to say that his ancestors blessed him.

In the previous life, praying for the blessing of the ancestors may have been a good wish, but in this world, it is the real ancestors who are blessing.

"The spirit of the ancestors has a family sect to worship incense, and the heroic soul and martyrdom need the imperial court, or the incense of the people. Zhou Qinghou said.

"I didn't expect your knowledge, sister, to be extraordinary. Zhao Ziyun walked over slowly, silently, with his head on his waist, but the voice came from the empty place above his neck where it should have been his head.

This picture is simply terrifying.

"Hahahaha、、、" Zhang Chui laughed loudly, raised his hands, and was about to pound the ground frantically, and then he felt pain all over his body, gasped for air, and almost passed out without laughing.

In the battle just now, Zhang Chui was hit by at least two or three swords, four or five swords, and Zhou Qinghou on the other side was not much better.

Zhao Ziyun looked at Zhang Chui over there and laughed inexplicably, while Zhou Qinghou was as black as the bottom of the pot, and if he took off a round of bright moon, he could change his surname to Bao.

Zhang Chui was so cold by Zhao Ziyun that he didn't dare to laugh anymore, who knows if Zhao Ziyun would give himself a shot?

Zhao Ziyun was drawn by lottery, but after all, he is a living 、、、 ghost?

"Miss Zhou, who made you look as beautiful as a flower, fair gentleman, gentleman. Zhang Chui laughed, "This sister Zhou Qinghou is actually a man, genuine, but she looks a little pretty." ”