When every household pasted a couplet, Qing Lingzi was looking back at the coastline that had left far away.

Two thousand years of homeland is difficult to leave, but now he has left his hometown, and it just so happens that this day is also the day of the first year of the year he once set after studying the astronomical calendar, a "all things are based on the sky, people are from the ancestors, pray for the year of sacrifice, respect the ancestors of the heavens, and report the beginning of the book" made Qing Lingzi almost burst into tears.

"Ha, I never expected that the famous Qing Lingzi, the former prince of one side and the overlord of the world, is a good crying ghost."

"Get out."

Qing Lingzi scolded angrily, wiped away his tears, pointed to the blurred coast in the distance and said: "Where the soul is, leaving the homeland is like leaving the soul." ”

After speaking, Qing Lingzi took out a brocade bag, which was a bag of sand on the shore, and he stared down for a long time: "Even if I am defeated and even if I die, I have never left my homeland, and the last thing I said to Zhao Zheng back then was to cut me with a thousand knives, but if he dares to drive me away from the homeland garden, one day I will dig up his grave and dig his grave." ”

"You people are really hypocritical." Sai Dongfeng stood on the side of the speedboat, walking back and forth as if he didn't care about the laws of physics: "If you want to come back, you have to develop yourself outside, otherwise you will be disgusted by dogs as you are now." ”

The person who drove the boat for them laughed when he heard this, and Qing Lingzi turned his head and asked him why he was laughing, and the boat driver said in Chinese with a Vietnamese accent: "I have to hear this kind of talk hundreds of times a year, go outside and live well, don't think about those useless things." ”

Qing Lingzi turned his head to show a fierce light, but Sai Dongfeng laughed: "What the little brother said is right, you have to live well." Qing Lingzi, the times are different, you have to change your thinking. ”

Qing Lingzi was silent, but the blood gluttony and blood soul puppet behind him had already begun to look up and down at the person who spoke indiscriminately just now.

At dawn, they arrived in Vietnam, where they were going to be smuggled from Vietnam to Pingtung, and they would have to board the ship in about three days.

Upon arrival, they were brutally driven along with the other stowaways on board to a dilapidated old building, where they were to spend the next three days, and were not allowed to go out for any reason.

Qing Lingzi's brows were furrowed, his fingers were constantly moving back and forth, and each movement would bring up a series of glimmers of aura generated.

"Move fast!"

The snakehead thug at the back pushed a handful of Qing Lingzi and pinched his ass, and Qing Lingzi retreated to the thug's side, only to see a hair-like thing swishing into his neck.

Then Qing Lingzi took a few steps forward as if he was fine, and about ten minutes later, when he first entered the broken building, the thug began to shout and laugh as if he had been evil, and the four or five companions around him couldn't stop him, and finally it took less than five minutes for this person to die laughing here.

The thug's death was terrifying, the expression on his face remained laughing, but his eyes were wide, blood was always flowing out of his seven orifices, his mouth was wide open and his head was thrown upwards, and his body knelt there motionless, as if he was making amends.

Because of the death, the head of the snake came to check on him himself, and even called their barefoot doctor here, but no one could know the specific cause of the thug's death.

"The Sword Comes"

The snake head felt very unlucky, so he picked up the pistol room by room, and when he found Qing Lingzi's house, he saw Qing Lingzi sitting there watching the broken TV at first sight.

Although it has been more than 20 years since he was smuggling, it is too uncommon for a young, beautiful and tender girl like this, although he knows in his heart that such a woman chooses to smuggle either because of a lawsuit with her life behind her back or because of some big lawsuit, but now seeing such a posture, he is somewhat unable to control it for a while.

So he stepped forward and picked up Qing Lingzi's chin with a pistol, said this unclean thing in his mouth, and finally closed the door with a hook of his foot.

It's just that just as he was about to move his hands and feet, Qing Lingzi, who was originally pointed at the gun, only made a slight movement and turned into a phantom and disappeared in front of the snake head.

Before the snake head could react, Qing Lingzi had already appeared behind him, and pressed the main artery of the snake head with the pen on the table that he had long been unable to write.

The snake head screamed in horror, but Qing Lingzi just gradually increased the strength of his hand without saying a word, and he gradually relaxed until the snake head stopped shouting.

But just when the snake head thought that Qing Lingzi was going to let go, and he was about to take the opportunity to pick up the pistol, he didn't expect the pen to be nailed directly into his jaw, and he only felt a huge pain and then lost consciousness.

Qing Lingzi looked at the limp fallen corpse, there was no emotion in his eyes, he just chuckled, scraped his fingers on the wall and sprinkled the powder on the corpse of the snake head.

Then I saw that the wounds on the snake's body, which had completely lost its life, gradually closed, and its limbs actually stood up again after a strange twist, but there was no light in its eyes, and it looked like a dead fish.

Qing Lingzi, who had done all this, waved his hand at him, and the snake head walked out obediently, but his gun fell into Qing Lingzi's hand, he fiddled with it, and then slammed the gun away.

Looking at the bullet hole in his chest that connected to his back, Qing Lingzi groaned, but he didn't care at all and wiped the wound on his body with his hand, and the wound healed instantly, and he didn't even bleed.

However, he had seen the power of this called a pistol, although it was not effective for a person like him, but what if the bullet was engraved with a formation or a rune?

Qing Lingzi's curiosity was aroused, and he sat there fiddling with guns and bullets all afternoon, and the thing about carving runes on bullets seemed to be ...... Isn't it difficult?

Anyway, being idle is idle, Qing Lingzi's research heart immediately rose, as a warlock, he is best at and favorite is the strange and skillful technique, and as a highly talented warlock, it only took one night to figure out the principle of the thing in front of him.

Then he did something that was enough to subvert modern scientific cognition, and that was to put together the bulky lamps and strange things in the room and turn them into bullets with magic.

Copper Alchemist? Alchemist?

Qing Lingzi looked at the neat bullets in front of him, and the talisman was engraved on them, and felt that he was still a treasure knife after all, and then he put these bullets neatly into his waist bag and applied a blinding method, and then walked out with the gun.

Of course, the gun also used a trick.

He walked outside and pointed at a sentry thug, and in the thug's opinion, he just raised the camera to himself, and the thug not only did not panic but also scolded and rushed over to hand over Qing Lingzi's camera.

"Bang"

A gunshot rang out, and a bullet strengthened by the rune pierced the thug's head, and was beaten to ashes along with his three souls and seven spirits, seeing this scene, Qing Lingzi laughed, turned around and snapped his fingers, and then the person he shot and killed also stood up slowly.

However, because there are no three souls and seven spirits, this guy will still die in a few days, and it will start to rot before he dies, and the temperature in this part of Vietnam is hot, he may even explode.

Seeing that this thing worked so well, Qing Lingzi decided to look around to see if there were any ghosts to shoot, so he walked outside with his gun in his hand.

However, although the revival of the aura will not only revive the land of China, the density of the ghosts and spirits is still not that much, and it was not until he came to a place about three kilometers outside this small port that he found that there was an abnormality in a family.

He followed his keen breath, and in the tattered wooden walls he noticed that something was wrong, for the house was full of death from a distance, but everything seemed to be normal inside, and there was a burning stove in the yard, and the sound of people moving in the house.

Qing Lingzi pushed open the broken door and walked in, the smell of death became even stronger, he leaned into the house with his hands behind his back, and as soon as he entered the room, he found that it was filled with the stench of corruption.

Qing Lingzi continued to walk forward, and heard a noise in the kitchen, but when he looked at it in the past, he laughed, because there was an old woman fetching water there, but the old woman was obviously no longer alive, and the outside of her body was as oily and shiny as a bracelet that had been coiled for a long time, and the facial features on her face were completely sunken, and the eye sockets had long been hollow and air-dried, leaving only two holes there.

The old woman seemed to hear a movement, and slowly turned her head to look at Qing Lingzi, and Qing Lingzi didn't talk nonsense, and raised the pistol to shoot into the soul.

The bullet with the charm passed through the old woman's body, but it was completely different from hitting a human, and the charm's natural restraint on the evil thing caused the shriveled mummy to burn quickly.

The old woman wailed in pain, she may not have realized her death, but the soul-burning pain was real, but the bullet was so powerful that it sent her away without much pain, and it was completely gone.

And the burning dry mummy ignited the house by the way, but Qing Lingzi didn't even bother to look at it, so he let the raging fire burn down the old mansion.

"Yes."

Seiryoko finally found the only thing that made him happy these days, and the gun became his favorite toy since he came to this era.

"Relying on heaven and earth, in the end, it is better to rely on yourself." Qing Lingzi looked up to the sky and sighed, and then thought back to the two wastes around him, he couldn't help but sigh again: "It's time to start all over again." ”

87. Isn't faith rising?