Wan Gu didn't know or understand the specific role of such an illusory thing as merit, but he just needed to know that merit would be useful for his cultivation.

"Everyone, get up, I'm not a great immortal, just a monk, like that kind of Taoist priest who subdues demons and destroys demons, understand? It was just a few small spells......"

As he spoke, Wan Gu flipped his palm upward, infinite suction exploded in the palm of his hand, and the rain within a radius of 100 meters gathered, compressed, rotated, and formed a high-speed moving water ball in the palm of his hand.

When everyone was still amazed by the way they saved people before, they saw this miraculous scene again.

While he was shocked in his heart, he also affirmed the identity of Wan Gu, even if he was not an immortal, at least he was a senior master who was about to become an immortal.

Just looking at his means of creating things out of thin air, as well as his methods of saving lives and helping the wounded, he is definitely not an ordinary person.

Although Wangu looks very young, even younger than them, aren't the immortals generally good at rejuvenation?

Thinking of this, everyone hurriedly bowed down and said softly with a restrained face: "The villain has seen the Great Immortal!" ”

Regarding the title of "Immortal Chief" in these people's mouths, Wan Gu expressed some helplessness, pursed his lips, and simply didn't explain. His own means and abilities do have a bit of the handiwork of immortals.

Although the rain curtain within a radius of 100 meters was sucked into the palm of Wangu's palm, the storm was still wanton.

Afterwards, Wangu asked the names of several people, but none of them were impressed. Finally, I inquired about the boundary of the place, and I learned that this was originally the area of Jinhua, Zhejiang.

These are not the most important things, because in the process of inquiry, Wangu also heard a familiar place name - Guobei Town!

This name is too familiar to Wangu, because it is a county town that appeared in the movie A Chinese Ghost Story.

If Wan Gu's guess is right, the world they came to this time is likely to be 'A Chinese Ghost Story'.

However, in order to confirm this idea, they only need to go to Guobei County to have a look.

With this in mind, they bid farewell to the caravan and turned to leave.

Coincidentally, Guobei County

The location of the town, right in the direction they came. That is, they went in the wrong direction at the beginning.

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The rain in the south of the Yangtze River came as soon as it was said, and the sky was still clear, but in a blink of an eye, the rain poured down, and Ning Caichen, who went to Guobei County from his hometown to collect the accounts, was unlucky to encounter such a rain.

Ning Caichen is in his twenties, dressed as a scholar, fair-skinned and delicate, with delicate eyebrows and eyes, and his temperament is not sharp, but looks shy and cowardly, and he looks like a metro.

His body looked a little thin, carrying a bag on his back, holding a broken oil-paper umbrella full of holes in his hand, he walked anxiously on the road, hoping to meet a place to shelter from the rain, otherwise after a rain, with his thin body, it would definitely cause wind and cold.

Fortunately, there was no endless road, and in a short time, he found a small thatched pavilion on the side of the road.

He hurriedly walked into the small pavilion, put down his bags, and looked at the unsympathetic old man complainingly. If there was no rain, he would have arrived in Guobei County at this time!

"Stepping on the ......" Just when he was in a daze, a series of footsteps reached Ning Caichen's ears.

Looking away, his distance was blurred, and a few feet away, his vision was blocked by the heavy rain, and it was already white.

After a while, the people who came got closer and closer to the small pavilion, and gradually, Ning Caichen saw five strange people in strange costumes walking slowly from a distance.

"What is this?"

At the same time, Ning Caichen saw a scene that made him stunned, only to see that these five people obviously did not have anything to cover the heavy rain, and they were directly exposed to the pouring rain, but the clothes on their bodies were dry.

When the curtain of rain came three feet above them, it splashed in all directions, and not a drop of water could touch him! Even the shoes on the feet, let's just put them on the shoes, turned out to be dry.

Aren't they, aren't they?!

Although Ning Caichen is a person who reads the books of sages and sages, in this world, ghosts have long been spread.

Just as he was struggling with whether to escape, the five men had already come to him, and walked into the small pavilion, looking at each other.

"Ning Caichen?" At this time, one of the men asked.

"How do you know about me?" Ning Caichen was taken aback, secretly surprised in his heart, suddenly met such a strange person, calling out his name, anyone would be frightened.

"Is this really a Chinese ghost plane?" Hearing Ning Caichen's words, the man showed an expression that was indeed so.

That's right, the people who came were none other than the five people of Wangu. After receiving the caravan's prompt, they returned the way they came, and finally came here after several rounds.

Wan Gu was about to continue the conversation with Ning Caichen, but the big-mouthed Ham spoke up.

"Ning Caichen of the Japanese ghost, I don't have to support the wall of Lord Hamm, so I will obey you!" I saw Hamm standing on the shoulder of the sword god and giving Ning Caichen a thumbs up.

There is a good saying, there are only three men I admire most in my life, one is Dong Yong, one is Xu Xian, and the other is Ning Caichen; One of them dares to be a fairy, one dares to be a snake, and the last one doesn't even let go of ghosts!

The poor scholar in front of him is the ruthless man who doesn't even let go of ghosts - Ning Caichen!

His reputation has become so great that even Hamm, a foreign dog, has heard of it a little!

"Youkai!"

However, in the face of Hamm's appreciation, Ning Caichen was deeply startled, picked up his bags and rushed out, this is the rhythm of escaping!

Maybe God was playing tricks on him, Ning Caichen hadn't walked a few steps, and before he even walked out of the small pavilion, six or seven sturdy men rushed in front of him again, and they ran away from the quagmire beside Ning Caichen in a panic, and the mud splashed by the heavy stomps sprayed into the air.

At this moment, a figure suddenly jumped out not far away, and the footsteps were just adding a trace of ripples to the muddy water, the sword in his hand flashed with silver light, and the sword qi deeply cut through the raindrops, slashing straight at him.

"Kill!"

Chopping and drinking, with a strong evil aura, the sword qi condensed into scarlet, and instantly fell on the last four people, flesh and bones flew and blood surged, the running action came to an abrupt end, and fell in the torrential rain with a "snap", and the scarlet sword qi entrenched by the long sword swept the wind and cut down a human head again.

After a while, there was only the big man with the scar who ran away first, who was held by a sharp sword around his neck, knelt on the ground on his knees, raised the black money bag in his hand tremblingly, and said in a cowering voice: "Uncle spare your life, I will return the money to you, please spare the life of a dog who is too small!" ”

"Bring it~!" When the man of the sword heard the sound, his left hand instantly snatched his money bag.

Immediately, he looked at the appearance of the scarred man with his hands clenched into fists and begging for mercy with a cold face, the sharp eyes under the black cloth hood were not dissipated, the long sword was raised, and he sneered: "Uncle's things dare to steal, remember to be more eye-catching in the next life!" Kill! ”

"Don't, big ......" The scarred man knew that he was not the opponent of the other party, and waved his hand in panic, and the scarlet long sword slashed down, instantly cutting off the head on his neck, rolling down on the mud ground, and the blood stained the ground red.

The rainstorm smashed the broken hand and severed the head, and the swordsman raised his leg and kicked the head into the air, most of the anger in his eyes dissipated, and he turned his head to look at the few people in the small pavilion, and there was a trace of defense in his eyes.

"Who are you?" The swordsman stood sideways, pointing his sword at the people of Wangu.