Fang Qi suddenly stopped, staring at a car passing by.

"Boss, that car smells of blood, human blood." He pointed to the car.

"Oh, how did you run into all this!" Qi Chuanjia turned his head to stare at the car, and there was a faint flash of brilliance in his eyes.

"Xiao Fang is going to drive." His face changed.

After hearing this, Fang Qi turned around and ran, and after a while, the car arrived beside him, and the three of them got into the car.

"Xiao Liang, I'll take you to see the excitement today."

Fang Qi hurriedly drove to find the car, but he had just been delayed for a while, there were many cars in Jicheng, and the roads were complicated, so he really couldn't find the car for a while.

"Hey, help me search for a car, the license plate number is A95......, it's urgent!" An Neng picked up the phone and asked the bureau for help.

After a while, the phone called and told An Neng the address, and the car drove quickly.

On the outskirts of the city, in a village and town, on a rainy night, every house has its lights on, but there is no one on the street, and occasionally two dogs bark.

In the wind and rain, a car drove into the village and stopped in an open field at the entrance of the village.

The lights were turned off, the engine was turned off, and a man got out of the car, holding a black umbrella, looked around and entered the village.

The footsteps were brisk, humming an unknown singing voice, and after a while, he came to the outside of He Yuan's small courtyard.

Raise your hand, knock on the door,

A crisp and rhythmic knock on the door entered the courtyard through the wind and rain.

In the room, He Yuan held a copy of "Huang Ting Jing" in his hand and read it softly.

Hearing a knock on the door, he turned his head to look outside, where the raindrops fell on the window, making a crackling crosstalk. I looked at the clock on the wall again, and the hour hand was past seven o'clock.

"Who will it be at this time?"

He didn't save the house he rented before, and he didn't have any friends and relatives in this village and town, so the two neighbors would occasionally meet and say hello.

In the courtyard on the left lives a pair of young people, life does not seem to be very harmonious, three days of noisy, ten days of trouble, on the right lives a middle-aged man in his forties, like to smoke, drink, often away from home. They don't come back.

"Who?" He Yuan shouted in the room.

All he heard was a crisp knock on the door.

He got up, picked up the sword that was beside him, held it in his hand, and pushed open the door and went out into the courtyard.

Click, the raindrops fell on the wishing wall, and on the wall, a few tender green wall grasses shook and shook in the wind.

In the yard next door, a wolf dog crouched in the kennel, holding its tail between its legs, trembling, and not daring to make a sound.

Outside the courtyard gate, a man was smiling and grinning, revealing his white teeth.

"You've ordered takeout." A man's voice came from outside the door, and it seemed cheerful to hear.

"Takeout, you delivered it to the wrong place, I didn't order takeout."

"Can't be wrong, didn't you order a skin?"

After finishing the sentence, a gust of wind suddenly rose, and the temperature around him dropped a lot, and a layer of frost rose on the rain-stained walls.

He Yuan's face changed when he heard this, the iron sword in his hand went out of his body, held it in his hand, and stared at the gate, as if he was facing a great enemy.

With a click, the lock shattered, the door opened, and a gust of wind and rain came in.

Outside the door stood a man with an umbrella that had been put away.

"It's you!" He Yuan rescued people at a glance, and this person was the man who was sitting in the car at the entrance of the alley this morning.

"I've finally found you, but you've made it so hard for me to find you!"

The man standing outside the door had a happy expression on his face, as if he had seen a long-lost relative.

He Yuan took a deep breath, and a warm breath flowed in his lower abdomen, and then wandered around his body.

"I said, I want your skin!" valley

He Yuan's face changed greatly after hearing this, staring at the person in front of him, remembering the strange thing he encountered in Jicheng a few months ago, that strange person.

"It's you!"

"It's me." The man smiled slightly, and reached out to grasp the void.

He Yuan immediately felt as if an invisible big hand grabbed him at once.

The sword in his hand slashed horizontally, and there was a black light.

The man withdrew his hand, and a blood mark about five centimeters long appeared in the palm of his hand, as thin as a line.

"Magic Sword!" He stared at the iron sword in He Yuan's hand.

The figure flickered, and then disappeared from He Yuan's eyes.

The stagnant water on the ground suddenly dispersed, one foot hit the ground, and a hand appeared when He Yuan was in the back of his heart.

Just as he was about to paste it, He Yuan's figure flashed rapidly, stepping on the gossip of the Nine Palaces, and at the same time, he waved his sword with his backhand, and the sword light was vertical and horizontal, and dozens of swords were cut out in an instant, and the sword light was intertwined into a net.

Bang, bang, the lights in the yard flickered a few times and went out at once, and then the whole yard went dark.

It was dark all around He Yuan, and he couldn't even see the lights in the room two or three meters away.

In the darkness, many arms stretched out to grab him, dense, and it made people tremble to watch.

The sword in He Yuan's hand danced fast, and more than a dozen arms were cut off in the blink of an eye, but those hands came from all directions, on the top of the head, behind the head, in front of the body, on the back, on the soles of the feet, and under the crotch.

As soon as it touched his body, it stuck to it, like a dogskin plaster.

Hum, a ball of brilliance suddenly shone on his chest, spreading rapidly, at first it was only the size of a palm, and in an instant, it enveloped his whole body.

The black hands that stuck to him were immediately crumbled into paper ash as debris by this light, drifting and dissipating.

Then the darkness around him quickly receded, like shattered glass.

The "amulet" on his body also showed several cracks, and it was as old as an old newspaper pasted on the wall.

"Amulet?"

The man looked at He Yuan, and there was a blue-gold box in his hand, which looked a little larger than the glasses case, with some special talismans and cloud patterns on it.

"It's a good skin, it's a pity if you bump it!"

He Yuan's brows jumped, he faintly felt a little uneasy, and held the magic sword in his hand with both hands.

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Suddenly, a blue light flew out of the blue-gold box, and instantly came to He Yuan's side, and almost at the same time, the magic sword in He Yuan's hand fell.

The magic sword and the blue light touched in mid-air, and with a crisp sound, the magic sword in He Yuan's hand flew out of his hand, and suddenly disappeared into the wall and came out through the wall.

Then the blue light pierced his shoulder, and a cloud of blood exploded in the air.

Qingguang spun around and returned to the box.

As soon as the man's hand turned, the green box disappeared, and then he stepped to He Yuan's side.

He Yuan stepped on the Nine Palaces Gossip, his body flickered, and when he came to the wall, he was about to take his sword, when he stumbled and fell to the ground, and hurriedly got up, one palm was already attached to his chest.

"Look, it's all bleeding, does it hurt?"

"If the cloth is torn, it can be sewn, but if the skin is torn, it is not easy to mend."

The clothes on He Yuan's chest shredded all of a sudden, and the palm of the man in front of him stuck to his skin, and he struggled hard, but his body seemed to be frozen by something, and he couldn't move.

"Bear with me, it's going to be over soon."

The thin heat flow in He Yuan's body came to his chest, blocking that hand.

"Oh, I actually practiced Qi, not bad, it's a pity!" The man smiled.