After gaining strength, Wu Chong dispelled the discomfort of his body, rolled on the spot, kicked his feet on the ground, and rushed out towards the gate like a cannonball.

He was the last to move, but he was the first to rush out.

In the only two breaths he had rushed out, the oil lamp in the old shopkeeper's hand flickered and turned on again.

The four masters and the second mazi who followed closely behind watched the door close again. Seeing this scene, Wu Chong's face changed when he just arrived outside the door, he knew that the evil thing could not be killed, but he didn't expect that a knife with all his strength could only make this ghost thing sleep for a few breaths.

"Big brother! Help me......"

"No.... Yes!! ”

With two screams, the inn disappeared completely.

Brother, let's go.

Every year during Qingming, the eldest brother will go to your grave and eat two more bowls of meat.

Wu Chong, who escaped death, listened to the screams of the two younger brothers behind him, and thought silently in his heart.

No way.

The eldest brother is so righteous.

The sun is shining.

Wu Chong looked up at the sunshine outside, and had a feeling of the aftermath of the disaster.

His stockade was destroyed, and all the bandits except him were dead, and he was the only one left.

Although he, the big boss, was only temporary, he also drank together. Just without his subordinates, he was still a little uncomfortable all of a sudden, and it became troublesome to find the immortal chief later.

Wu Chong, who was relaxed, nibbled on some dry food casually, found a hill to lie down and sleep.

This sleep is dim, and when he wakes up, the sky and the moon are sparse, it is already the middle of the night, and there are no jackals, tigers and leopards passing by, but even if there is, he does not dare to approach him, because he still has the power left in his body after running the demon skill.

Grunt.

I don't know how long I slept, but my spirit was restored, but I was a little hungry and ran out of dry food.

"I don't know what this place is? It doesn't seem to be the same village as before. ”

Wu Chong got up and walked for a while and found a city.

The environment is completely unfamiliar.

Not the village they fled to before.

It's a county seat, and it's still the kind that doesn't have a curfew.

The city was full of people, vendors were hawking, and the accents were a little unfamiliar. Wu Chong couldn't figure out where he was taken by the ghost thing, when he broke the door out, the space obviously fluctuated, the area created by the ghost thing is estimated to be a mobile field outside the real world, just like the train, when he got on the train, it was the previous village, and it was very likely that he would go to another place when he got off the train.

This experience can be regarded as Wu Chong's clearer understanding of the pollutants in this world.

Night Demon.

Contaminant!

He has come into contact with the two horror things that this world talks about changing color.

Gou survived.

It's just a little bit of sacrificing some of the younger brothers.

The first time was a member of the Iron River Gang of Da Niu, and the second time was a good brother in the cottage.

But it's not a big problem.

That is, the problem of eating two more bowls of meat and drinking two bowls of wine during the Qingming Festival.

He is known for his morality.

'Get some food first.' ’

Wu Chong took out two big coins from his arms, this is the currency of this world, and he came from Wang Yuanwai before.

"Two pancakes."

Wu Chong didn't care about the amount of money, and threw away the big money casually.

"Okay!"

The vendor skillfully wrapped the pancake and handed it over.

"Brother, I'll ask you about something."

Wu Chong took a bite of the pancake, which was crispy and fried in the mouth, and the taste was very good.

"Is this Shangyuan City?"

Shangyuan City, Resurrection Society.

It was the most powerful force around the cottage before, and Er Mazi and those people dreamed of joining Shangyuan City and becoming a member of the Resurrection Society. It's just that the masters in other people's cities look down on their mud legs.

"I haven't heard of Shangyuan City, but I've heard other guests mention the Resurrection Society you said."

Wu Chong was generous, and the hawker made a lot of money, so he naturally knew everything.

"The Resurrection Society is the top faction in the northwest, and there are superb masters in the faction, I heard the previous master of the dart master say that the territory of the Resurrection Society is three days away from us, and the Shangyuan City you asked about should also be over there."

So far?

Wu Chong was also a little shocked, and he had a general understanding.

This place is more than 800 miles away from his original cottage, and it also passes through mountains, forests and swamps in the middle, and the road is very far away.

"Eight hundred miles!"

Wu Chong once again realized the power of pollutants.

A normal person, even if the carriage broke its leg, it couldn't run so far in such a short time, but that ghost thing did it.

"Thank you!"

"You're good to go."

Bidding farewell to the vendors, Wu Chong walked the entire street.

It was late at night.

The vendors also closed their stalls one after another, and Wu Chong had no place to go, so he had to find an inn to live in first.

This is the most solid sleep he has had since he came to this world.

Early the next morning.

Wu Chong left the inn, and he continued to explore the information of the immortal chief.

The path of retreat and experience accumulation has stagnated a bit at this stage, and the daily increase in experience is still the same frequency as before, but the exercises consume more and more experience points. If he continues like this, he may not have enough experience points to tap a skill.

Therefore, he had to find a way to find a new way to increase his experience, or to enhance his cultivation.

"It costs so much money to buy a message?"

Bai Xiaolou.

This is where the Elephant City sells news, and it is also the largest gang affiliate in the entire Elephant City.

Originally, after losing the group of bandits, Wu Chong wanted to spend money to solve the problem, and buying news was the first way he thought of it. After spending a morning of inquiry, he finally found the news sales point, but the price that the other party asked for made him feel very insincere.

Ten years of free subordinate contract.

He came to buy news that the birdman wanted him to sign a servant contract.

This made Wu Chong's mind involuntarily have a trace of dangerous thoughts.

"What do you think the Immortal Chief news is? That's the top news with no price, a poor ghost like you doesn't have any good things, and you want to exchange some yellow and white things for this kind of news, isn't it a pipe dream? If you want to pursue the fairy fate, you have to give it up, but it's just a ten-year thug contract, which is cheap enough. ”

The person in charge of Bai Xiaolou, Kuang Shopkeeper, shook the reclining chair, and the pu fan in his hand swayed slowly.

This guy didn't look at Wu Chong from beginning to end.

I want to kill him!

Wu Chong squinted and took back the silver ticket on the table, ignored the fat shopkeeper on the recliner, and turned around and walked out.

He wanted to be a good man.

It's a pity that the world doesn't give him a chance.

'Blame the world!' ’