The north wind is like a knife, washing the earth.

Silent world, pedestrians break their souls.

WhewW......

The whimpering wind whirls whirlly.

In the courtyard, the dead peach trees creaked, struggling to straighten their bodies and struggle.

"Finally. ”

Inside the house, Jiang Wuye, who was in a calm mood, summoned the final modifier.

Jiang Wuye——

Martial Arts: The third level of the Mighty Bear Gong (not upliftable)

The second layer of iron cloth shirt, red bronze body (not upliftable)

The first layer of the Eight Murderous Calamity, deformation (not upliftable)

Positive energy: 28

Twenty-four points of positive energy completely pushed the great skill of vigorously barbarian bear gong to the realm of Dacheng, which is a full six times that of the second layer!

In this regard, Jiang Wuye did not have many surprises.

A martial art is easy to get started, difficult to master, and even more difficult to become a master.

Especially when it comes to the mysterious and mysterious aspect of the will, the divine soul.

Opportunity, chance, understanding, lacking one of them, no matter how you practice, no matter how much you assist the medicine, it is also unclear.

Even if it is in the prosperous martial arts era in the record.

The vast majority of martial arts cultivators only practice a martial art until they are perfect, and then they move on to more advanced exercises.

Very few people insist on practicing a martial art to the fullest.

It's a simple truth.

By the time you become a master, the martial arts cultivation level of the same level will already surpass you.

Skipping?

The first-level iron sword is against the fourth-level six god suits.

Come, show the operation and let me see.

It takes time and effort, and the gains outweigh the losses.

And positive energy can perfectly eliminate these drawbacks, so that Jiang Wuye can lay a solid foundation every step of the way, even if it is doubled, he also feels that it is worth the money.

Click-

Outside the house, the sound of tree branches breaking and shaking in the wind sounded.

Jiang Wuye came back to his senses, got up and looked at the mess in the house and shook his head slightly, but he didn't mean to clean, opened the old wardrobe, and prepared to change his clothes.

Bang bang bang –

There was a sudden knock on the door.

Jiang Wuye's movements froze, his eyes were slightly closed, and he subconsciously began to look at the gods.

I felt that the brain was cool for a while, and the brain tissue began to squirm and deform strangely.

The next moment.

The formless and qualitative consciousness quietly leaned out of the house, the courtyard, and the dirt road in front of the courtyard.

A vague thin figure stood in front of the courtyard gate, wiping tears and crying:

"Xiaoye, are you up? Whining...... Come to the ancestral hall, Zhang Lao hanged himself last night, hurry up!"

The urging fell, and the figure left in a hurry.

Zhang Lao?

Retracting consciousness, Jiang Wuye frowned slightly, and after a little recollection, an old lady with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, full of silver hair, and old age came to mind.

Hang yourself in the ancestral hall!

"Huh...... Really good at playing. ”

Jiang Wuye's face was gloomy and he smiled coldly.

Who did it, you don't have to think about it to know.

He just didn't expect that it would be Zhang Lao, one of the three elders in the village, who had an accident.

The three elders, in Qinghe Village, can be said to be the spiritual pillar of the villagers, and their authority cannot be questioned.

Now......

This pillar of heaven fell silently, still in the ancestral hall like a holy place.

This blow......

"Life is cheaper than ants. ”

Jiang Wuye sighed, his face full of self-deprecation.

Even if it was him, as strong as he is now, what about it?

It's still a mud bodhisattva crossing the river.

Not to mention the villagers of Qinghe who are confused and can't see a glimmer of light.

Bang!

Flicking the closet door, Jiang Wuye changed his clothes with a blank expression.

In order to avoid encountering the villagers and causing unnecessary trouble, he made a time difference and rushed to the ancestral hall after about ten minutes.

All the way, the wind and rain were bleak, and there was no one.

Outside the ancestral hall, in the open space, the sound of crying was endless.

Jiang Wuye hid in a small two-story building not far away, watching quietly through the window.

The pyre was erected again.

Torches, hula.

Lying down was an old lady with a purple complexion, her eyes bursting out, and her former kindness turned into hideous.

Yesterday, she wept for the deceased.

Today, the living see him off.

How ironic it is that ants steal life, but people don't know their fate.

"Dot, ahem...... Don't let Zhang Lao get cold!"

Chen Lao's hand holding the cane shook non-stop, the old tears were like dripping water, and he kept falling, took a deep breath, raised his head and shouted around, as if he wanted to shout out all his reluctance and grievances.

"Grandma!"

"Mother!!"

The Zhang clansmen, who wore linen and filial piety, shouted at the fire heartbreakingly, and the women with poor spirits fainted directly.

However, no matter how reluctant they are, the people on the pyre will never be able to stand up.

Huhuhuhu-

Blazing torches pierced the gloomy sky and fell into the pyre.

In a moment, thick smoke rose and flames soared into the sky.

Well...... Is that?

The cry in front of the fire shook the sky, but Jiang Wuye was in the small building, but his heart was over.

Perceptual outlet.

In the sea of consciousness, the crowd was crowded, and the crimson flames in front of them were raging, among them, the cold human body was intact, and a red light that was difficult to detect with the naked eye lingered around its body!

Moreover.

A steady stream of black gas drilled out of the earth and submerged into its body, helping to increase the red mang, becoming more and more vigorous.

Perceive carefully.

It's not the lifeless yin qi on the unusual weird body, but ......

"Why me?!Why don't they die?!"

"Mother, I'm so scared, so cold, why don't you come and accompany me?"

"Death, death, death! I am lonely for half my life, and I die without anyone to mourn...... Why are you alive and well?!Die, all die!!"

Resentment!

Monstrous resentment, chaos, tyranny, I can't wait to drag the people of the world to bury it!

"Roar!!"

In the sea of chaotic consciousness, the mighty brute bear roared in the sky, roaring and shattering the resentment that climbed along with the rapid climbing.

Jiang Wuye's brain was cold, he retracted his perception, and looked at the fiercely burning fire below, his eyes were cloudy.

He thought of a creature that could stop children crying at night in the legend of his previous life - stiff!

After death, the grievances will not be dispersed, turn into the living dead, and eat all the relatives before death!

And now, the grievances of the people who died in vain in Qinghe Village are all attached to Mrs. Zhang.

What the result will be, it goes without saying.

"Fuck! it's all the sin of that shitty fox!"

Jiang Wuye slashed the fox demon's heart.

This is to add insult to injury, it is completely pouring oil on the fire!

Do you want......

His eyes flickered, and Jiang Wuye had the urge to rush down and drag Mrs. Zhang out and dismantle it, and extinguish the fire.

"What do you think of this work? I wasted a lot of effort to get it.

Well...... Just a reminder, if you move before it's fully formed. Hee-hee, the resentment erupts, then I'll have more toys. ”

Behind him, without warning, the sound of children's laughter sounded.

Brush!

Jiang Wuye's face changed, and he turned his head sharply.

The dark room was empty, as if hallucinating.

"yes, that's the expression, I'm too ......"

Boom!!

The big fan-like hand wrapped around the blazing yang energy, violently pumping the air, smashing a floating fox statue in the air, enveloping the yang energy, and instantly twisting into powder.

"Yin Qi Transformation, Positive Energy +1. ”

In perception, there is no more yin qi in the house.

Jiang Wuye's scarlet eyes receded, and he turned his head to look at the firewood that was gradually extinguishing in the field, his heart was tyrannical, but his face was as calm as water.

After a few moments, the fire dissipated and the smoke was extinguished.

"How can this be ?!!?"

The voice of disbelief of fear finally rang out.

The crowd was in an uproar, frightened, and subconsciously retreated away.

In the ashes.

The hideous-looking Mrs. Zhang's face turned bloody, and she lay quietly on the charcoal rising in the heat wave, her hair, clothes, and body were not damaged in the slightest.

"Mother! If you have any reluctance, if you can't let go, tell the child! Don't embarrass everyone anymore. ”

Mrs. Zhang's son knelt in front of the fire and persuaded with tears in his eyes.

Beside him, the people of the Zhang clan knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing.

Half a day, to no avail.

"Alas, Xiufen, you have been good all your life, why bother to do evil once before you leave?

Don't blame me, it's all for your good.

Bring firewood!

Chen Lao came back from the panic, gritted his teeth and roared, and immediately some villagers who were also frightened hurriedly went to the side to carry firewood.

This time, Mrs. Zhang's body was tightly covered with firewood.

Hula –

The fire rises, better than before.

However......

Half an hour later, Mrs. Zhang was unscathed, but her face became more and more ruddy, as if she was about to come back to life.

"Chen, Chen Lao, look at my mother's ......"

This time, even Mrs. Zhang's son was frightened, and there was only fear in his heart, how could there be grief.

Everyone has heard all kinds of strange and strange stories.

Now his mother's situation coincides with some stories.

As soon as he thought of those terrifying and strange things, the terrifying images kept coming to his mind, and he couldn't stop shivering.

"Collect the corpse, ...... first"

Old Chen's face was ugly, and he naturally knew what Old Zhang's son was worried about, and after hesitating for a while, he finally sighed: "Alas, let's put it in the ancestral hall, your mother is in awe of the ancestors the most on weekdays, and the ancestors are pressing, even if it is ...... , she shouldn't make a mistake. ”