As soon as I saw the leader of the little old man who called himself Lao Haizi pounced on me with a murder weapon, I didn't dare to be careless, because as far as an old Haizi is concerned, the power he has is not below me, and it may even be above me, and now with this group of bandits and ghosts who are all enough to judge, I have almost no chance of winning. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

I looked around at the situation, and the old Haizi, who was proud of his identity, didn't seem to bother to beat me up with those minions.

Lao Haizi is not involved in the ranks of those bandit ghosts, although I know if his intentions are as I guessed, but his not joining the war group is undoubtedly a good thing for me to see it happen, and it can relieve my pressure.

Just after I withdrew my nervous gaze from Lao Haizi, the bandit ghosts who were dancing with knives and sticks, like thugs of the demolition team, had rushed to me with strange screams, led by the second boss with a birthmark on his face.

The second boss held a murder weapon like a large guillotine, and rushed straight towards me, and at the same time held the large guillotine knife more than a meter long with both hands, and swept towards my head with the sound of the wind.

Not to be outdone, the rest of the bandit ghosts carried their hammers, held ghost-headed broadswords, and brandished iron chains one by one...... It came to me like a stream of sewage.

I subconsciously took a step back, and the big guillotine of the second master flew past my chest, and my right hand hit the back of the big guillotine that swept by, and then kicked the knee of the right leg of the second master, kicking it to a stumble, and even the guillotine in my hand almost got out of my hand.

After making the second boss suffer a little, I flew back again to distance myself from the bandit ghosts who were still rushing forward, and to prevent them from grabbing my clothes and writhing with me, in which case I would be dead and dead.

My strategy was undoubtedly successful, and when I had struck a blow and retreated quickly, the bandits and ghosts crowded each other, rammed and hurled insults at me, and they were very close to each other, like a group of ants, and if I hadn't retreated in time, I would have been engulfed in this "group of ants" and eaten to the bones.

Seeing that I ran away after beating like a loach, and couldn't catch it at all, those bandit ghosts were so angry that they were thundering, bleeding from their noses, and they were on fire, they were really on fire.

However, at the moment, I am even more angry than them, because these bandits and ghosts are not a group of rabble, they have no military literacy at all, and even when they pounce on me, they have no rules at all, they only know that they rely on the number of people to make brute strength and toughness, but when their gang of bandits survives together, they have become a strength that should not be underestimated.

So, I'm fighting and retreating, at this time, I really want to kill the fat man, if he can be by my side at this moment, just that violent temper and skill, as soon as the two of us join forces, why are we afraid that these mountain artillery bandits who are still very ignorant will be chased by them and be so embarrassed.

I secretly felt sour for a while, and quickly cheered up, after all, this is an extraordinary time for you to live and die, and any thoughts of self-pity and self-pity will interfere with my judgment, and make my actions become timid, and I dare not cause trouble again.

Thinking of this, I shook my head vigorously to clear my mind, and then separated my feet from front to back, lifted my heels, and only touched the soles of my front feet on the ground, so that I could not only keep my steps light and move quickly, but also make it easier to twist my toes and turn around when the momentum was not right.

No sooner had I set up than the ghosts, like hungry wolves released from a cage, had already rushed up to me, waving their murder weapons and beckoning to me.

Those ghosts are all big men with great strength, and the swords, guns, swords, and halberds that slashed at me are all powerful, and there are more than the same, even if I have two treasures in my body, the bones and the soul beads, then I can't stand it, so I gritted my teeth, stomped my feet, and made a move that made me a little embarrassed, but it really worked, I was short, bent my knees, and a carp entered the water, and drilled through the gap between the legs of those ghosts, and after crawling out of the encirclement, Stood up as fast as he could.

Damn, if Uncle Li knew that I, the 72nd generation descendant of the Maonan Taoist Mixed Yuan Sect, would actually follow Han Xin's example to relieve himself, I don't know if his old man, who has always been good-looking and pretending to be forced, would give me a thumbs up and praise my wit, or would he be so angry that he scolded me for being a disgrace to the world and insulting my teacher.

If nothing else, I think the standard answer would be the second option.

Shame on you, an authentic Taoist heir, and also has the identity of the 17th group of supernatural police, it is already declining enough to be chased by a group of bandit ghosts and flee, and I have to suffer the humiliation of my crotch, this has to be passed out, how can I gain a foothold in the supernatural circle in the future.

As soon as I raised my eyes, I just saw that the ghosts were still facing forward and backward, and they were stupidly stepping forward and touching me, so I didn't hesitate to reach out my right hand, and with a "poof", I inserted it into the back of the heart of a ghost with a square head and a big face and cheeks on the back of my head.

I used all my strength to make my hand so hard that my right hand passed through the ghost's back and into its body without difficulty, and then I felt my right hand sink into a cold, clay-like mass.

I stirred my right hand and arm around the ghost's body a few times, and I felt my palm touch something smooth and slightly warm like a stone.

To say that in everyone's body, there is actually a latent and primitive beast nature, but some people have strong control and can use their own willpower to contain it, while some people have the slightest chance, and the beast nature in their body will gush out like a flood that bursts the embankment and begins to abuse it wantonly.

The fat man and I are gifted, between normal people and abnormal people, that is to say, when the two of us live in a social environment with more normal people, although the two of us are also hangers, and the social elite, promising young people can't get along, and occasionally do some harmless fuck things, adding a little disgust to the harmonious society, but we will never be mad, animalistic, and do anything worse than the beast such as driving a child or burning a bus.

However, once we are placed in an atmosphere full of scum, twisted human nature, and full of barbarism, violence, cruelty, and deceit, we will also adapt to the local customs, and quickly refine ourselves into a standard bastard.

Although the fat man and I don't say it, the two of us have already admitted in our hearts that as the host of the heavenly silkworm that carries the love, hatred, and hatred that has been accumulated from the ancient flood generations and has crossed countless vicissitudes of life, it is impossible for the two of us to be as clear as ordinary people.

But the bad thing is that as we continue to fight with Lu Yufeng, Mo Feiming, Hong Jinye, and other immortal cult demons, the fat man and I sadly find that the murderous and bloodthirsty latent beast nature in our bodies is like over-fertilized weeds, which have begun to breed and grow wildly uncontrollably.

So, the moment my right arm was inserted into the ghost's body, I didn't feel any gagging, diaphragmatic sensation, on the contrary, a thrill that made me shudder, an indescribable pleasure bred by the intense stimulation of killing, and this state of mind, from the perspective of criminal psychology, was actually no different from a psychopathic killer like Jack the Ripper.

But I had no control over my actions, so when my right hand touched the smooth, stone-like thing inside the ghost, I almost without hesitation reached out and grabbed it, and then pinched it so hard that the stone shattered.

Almost at the same time, the ghost of my black tiger's heart, after letting out a hissing wail like a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered on the board, jumped up half a man on the ground, and then fell heavily to the ground, and quickly turned into a cloud of black dust, and a gust of wind blew, and the pile of black dust scattered with the wind, leaving only a pile of shriveled and wrinkled clothes, pants and shoes, and a rusty iron axe on the ground.

I slowly withdrew my right arm, opened the five fingers of my right hand, and a pile of cyan gravel was spread out in the palm of my hand, and wisps of black smoke were emitting.

In a hurry, after hearing the screams of their accomplices and turning around in a panic, the bandit ghosts happened to see the scene of the square-faced ghost turning into a pile of ashes, and they couldn't help but be stunned for a while, however, just when the remaining ghosts had just woken up from the shock of surprise and looked at me viciously, and just at the moment when they saw my open palms again, I heard the bandit ghosts uncontrollably let out a suppressed cry one after another, but it was still difficult to hide the panic in their hearts: "Ghosts...... Heart......"

Only then did I know that I had inadvertently crushed the ghost's heart, no wonder he was gone in a matter of moments, I wiped it.

I was suddenly stunned by the brutality in my body that was not inferior to those bandit ghosts, so I subconsciously held the broken ghost heart and took a step forward aimlessly.

The bandit spirits retreated in a panic, as if I had a plague on me that could be transmitted to them.

I know that the brutality I have unintentionally displayed has not only frightened me, but also frightened and frightened the bandit ghosts in front of me, who have always taken pleasure in killing.

After realizing this, I didn't feel any joy and self-restraint in my heart, but I had a feeling of wanting to cry, because I knew that this kind of uncontrollable cruel and sadistic impulse from my heart would sooner or later take the nicknames of me and the fat man, and the executor was probably Tian Qigong, or, Li Shu'er.

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