Shi Zhengfeng gritted his teeth and ran desperately, two disciples chased after him, and the three of them walked through the jungle of Devil May Cry.

Shi Zhengfeng's wound kept dripping blood, running all the way, and the blood was also spilled all the way. Shi Zhengfeng's face was pale, he felt that his mouth was dry, he was in a trance, and his running pace slowly slowed down.

"Little rabbit cub, look where you're going!" A disciple suddenly jumped in front of Shi Zhengfeng, and the two disciples blocked Shi Zhengfeng one after the other.

Shi Zhengfeng retreated to a big tree, panting, and looked at the two disciples.

The two disciples carried their swords, like butchers, with a smug look on their faces, "Little rabbit cub, you can still run, if you run another one, I'll take a look, you're running, running!"

The two disciples were not in a hurry to kill Shi Zhengfeng, anyway, Shi Zhengfeng was already in their pocket, they wanted to play tricks on Shi Zhengfeng, one of the disciples waved the sword in his hand and slashed towards Shi Zhengfeng's leg, Shi Zhengfeng gritted his teeth, jumped up with all his might, aimed at the disciple, and kicked over.

Shi Zhengfeng kicked the disciple in the jaw, and the disciple bit off his tongue at once, stumbled a few steps, and fell to the ground.

Another disciple was furious when he saw that his companion was kicked down by Shi Zhengfeng, and he was about to stab Shi Zhengfeng with his sword, preparing to end Shi Zhengfeng's life with a sword.

Shi Zhengfeng kicked down that disciple, he had already tried his best, and now in the face of this disciple's attack, Shi Zhengfeng was more than capable of strength.

Shi Zhengfeng was annoyed in his heart, blaming himself for being careless, not guarding against these two disciples, one mistake turned into a thousand years of hatred, he still had a lot of things to do, so he died, unwilling, unwilling, really unwilling.

Just when Shi Zhengfeng was annoyed, suddenly, a creepy sound sounded in the jungle.

"Woo woo"

The disciple who was holding the sword was also stunned for a moment, and the sharp sword that stabbed at Shi Zhengfeng stopped in mid-air. Shi Zhengfeng and his disciples followed the prestige, only to see a few clouds of gray gas floating out of the gloomy bushes.

These gray gases, each of which seemed to be alive, had eyes and mouths, their eyes flashed with ghostly light, their mouths grinned wide, and they let out that terrible cry, and floated towards Shi Zhengfeng and the two disciples.

"What is this?" the two disciples were confused.

Shi Zhengfeng looked at these gray gases, and suddenly, four words flashed in his mind, "Jungle Ghost"!

When Shi Zhengfeng was a thief in his previous life, he walked the rivers and lakes and heard people talk about the ghosts of the jungle. He was dumbfounded, and secretly complained in his heart, how could he be so unlucky to meet a jungle ghost, he would rather die in the hands of two disciples than die in the hands of a jungle ghost.

Died in the hands of the disciples, a sword down, a pleasure, died in the hands of the jungle ghost, that kind of pain and toss, Shi Zhengfeng felt his scalp tingle when he heard others.

The jungle ghost floated over, and Shi Zhengfeng struggled to flee into the distance. The two disciples didn't know how powerful the jungle ghost was, and they were still standing there in a daze, when suddenly, a cloud of jungle ghosts penetrated into one of the disciples' body from their nostrils, mouth, eyes, and ears.

This disciple was stunned for a moment, and then the blue tendons on his forehead burst out, his blood-red eyes widened, and he rolled on the ground, while rolling, scratching his head and face, scratching out blood marks on his face, and scratching off pieces of flesh and skin.

After about ten seconds, the disciple stopped struggling, his facial features were distorted, his eyes stared at the sky, and he fell to the ground motionless, blood mixed with his brain-pulp flowing out of the seven orifices.

After the blood and brain-slurry flowed, the gaseous jungle ghost came out of the disciple's seven orifices again. When it goes inside, the jungle ghost is gray, and when it comes out, the jungle ghost sucks up the brain-pulp and turns red.

Those jungle ghosts who had not sucked their brains, seeing that their companions had eaten a full meal, provoked their hunger even more intensely, let out a whining cry, and chased after the other disciple and Shi Zhengfeng.

The other disciple was so frightened by the horror of the jungle ghost that his bones were weak, and he didn't run a few steps before he stumbled and fell to the ground.

Of course, the jungle ghosts will not let go of this low-hanging fruit, and they swarm up, burrow into the disciple's seven orifices, and compete to enjoy the delicious brain-pulp.

Both disciples were sucked dry, and the jungle ghosts stared at Shi Zhengfeng and chased after him.

"Damn, if you want to suck Lao Tzu's brain-pulp, it's still a hundred years early, go and suck your mud!" Shi Zhengfeng turned around and looked, scolded, and ran with all his might.

Shi Zhengfeng was injured, and he had been running in the jungle for so long, running and running, he really couldn't hold on, beads of sweat the size of beans oozed from his forehead, and his steps staggered.

Shi Zhengfeng turned around and looked again, and the cluster of jungle ghosts showed their hideous faces, let out a terrible laugh, and pounced on Shi Zhengfeng's head.

Shi Zhengfeng gritted his teeth and brandished his sword to slash towards the jungle ghost. The jungle ghosts existed in a gaseous form, and Shi Zhengfeng split them apart with a sword, and soon they gathered together again. These jungle ghosts cannot be dealt with with rigid swords or fists.

Shi Zhengfeng slashed dozens of swords in a row, to no avail, and now it is really a desperate situation where there is no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the earth, Shi Zhengfeng threw away the sword in his hand and sat on the ground dejectedly.

It's over, it's over, I think I was a thief in my previous life, what a majestic and how carefree, and now I have just been reborn for less than ten days, and I am going to be sucked dry by the jungle ghost and die, I am really aggrieved, I am really aggrieved.

The gentleman does not fight with fate, this may be his own life, accept his fate, Shi Zhengfeng, the blood sea is deep and revenge in the next life.

Shi Zhengfeng knew that he had nowhere to escape, so he stopped and watched as those jungle ghosts rushed towards him and burrowed into his seven orifices.

After the jungle ghost entered Shi Zhengfeng's body, he went straight to Shi Zhengfeng's brain, Shi Zhengfeng could clearly feel that those jungle ghosts were crawling in his brain, Shi Zhengfeng sadly felt that this would be the last bit of experience in his life.

Just when Shi Zhengfeng thought that he was going to die, the jungle ghosts in his brain suddenly screamed and drilled out of Shi Zhengfeng's seven orifices. The jungle ghosts kept a distance from Shi Zhengfeng, their faces terrified.

Shi Zhengfeng looked at these jungle ghosts, and couldn't understand why they had to treat themselves as a delicious meal just now, and suddenly became afraid of themselves.

Shi Zhengfeng was bold, roared at those jungle ghosts, and made an attacking gesture. Shi Zhengfeng wanted to scare those jungle ghosts, but he didn't expect those jungle ghosts to scream and flee in all directions, and they fled without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Shi Zhengfeng sat on the ground in a daze, wondering very much, those ferocious jungle ghosts had already burrowed into his brain, how could they come out again, and he was so afraid of himself, why was this?

Shi Zhengfeng pondered for a while, and suddenly remembered that after he was reborn, he had the martial arts treasure "Sealed Demon Heavenly Book" in his body, and the jungle ghost must have felt the power of "Sealed Demon Heavenly Book", so he fled in horror.

"This "Sealed Demon Heavenly Book" is really a good thing," Shi Zhengfeng secretly rejoiced, if it wasn't for the "Heavenly Book of Sealed Demons", he would have ended up with a miserable end like those two disciples, sucking dry brains and exposing corpses to the wilderness.

Shi Zhengfeng sat on the ground, pulled out the dagger on his waist, took out the hemostatic medicine, and sprinkled a little on the wound. Shi Zhengfeng felt a warm current in his body, flowing towards the wound, and the wound healed little by little.

This warm current is emanating from the "Sealed Demon Heavenly Book", Shi Zhengfeng was very surprised, "I didn't expect this "Sealed Demon Heavenly Book" to have a healing function, no wonder people call it the Martial Arts Treasure, the treasure is the treasure, easy to use, it works." ”

After Shi Zhengfeng's injuries were reduced a little, he walked slowly, Kang Shuaifu, that bastard, took the money from Gao Qiang and Sun Mazi, and saw that he hadn't gone back for so long, so he left himself and left with the team. Shi Zhengfeng was injured by a knife, and staying in this Devil May Cry Ze was really unlucky.

Shi Zhengfeng was in a hurry to return to the team, and walked two steps quickly, and suddenly, he found that there was something hidden in the grass next to him. Driven by curiosity, Shi Zhengfeng walked over cautiously.

As soon as he walked to the edge of the grass, all of a sudden, 10,000 flies flew out of the grass, and the flies were also panicked and crackled, hitting Shi Zhengfeng's cheeks with pain.

"Bah, fuck off, get out of the way!" Shi Zhengfeng spat a few mouthfuls and waved his hand to drive away the flies.

After the flies flew away, Shi Zhengfeng saw clearly what the colorful thing in the grass was, Shi Zhengfeng felt creepy, and a cool breath rushed up his backbone.

Lying in the grass were two corpses, two corpses that had been dead for a long time, their clothes in tatters, and most of their flesh and skin were rotten, revealing their white bones, emitting a choking stench.

"Bad luck, bad luck," Shi Zhengfeng covered his mouth and nose and turned around to leave, when Shi Zhengfeng accidentally saw a brown bag hanging from the waist of a corpse.

"Qiankun bag!" Shi Zhengfeng's eyes lit up, ignoring the stench emitted by the corpse, he leaned down and untied the Qiankun bag on the corpse's waist. Then, he looked at another corpse, and the other corpse also had a Qiankun bag tied around his waist, and Shi Zhengfeng untied this Qiankun bag.

Shi Zhengfeng took two Qiankun bags, walked to a place where he couldn't smell the stench, opened the Qiankun bag and saw that it was full of spirit stones, including low-grade spirit stones, medium-grade spirit stones, and a few rare high-grade spirit stones.

Spirit stones are divided into upper, middle and lower grades, one of which is a high-grade spirit stone worth one hundred medium-grade spirit stones, a medium-grade spirit stone is worth one hundred lower-grade spirit stones, and a low-grade spirit stone has 100 spiritual power points.

"Developed, developed," Shi Zhengfeng looked at these spirit stones and exclaimed excitedly.