Yu Tongqian was very confident, he had observed it before. When Wu Chong killed Lu San, there was also an interval between invoking the power of the 'Human Skin Demon'. The interval was short, but it was enough for him to do it.

The only trouble is the final human skin double, but it's not unsolvable.

'Yu Crying' himself said before that one rebirth consumes one-third of the energy, and now there are at most two left. With his skills, it won't be difficult to kill him twice more.

So he got his hands dirty.

As soon as he raised his hand, five arrows flew and shot out.

These arrows are not really misses, but the outwardness of his demonic powers. Yu Tongqian believed that with the demonic internal power he had accumulated over the years, he could solve the other party's two chances of rebirth with only two moves.

Aggressive!

There were a few muffled sounds, and the arrow missed as expected, hitting Yu Wai.

Yu Tongqian had a cruel smile on his face, and subconsciously wanted to do it again, but before he could move, the figure of 'Yu Crying' appeared on the left, right, behind and even on the top of his head. dense, to say the least, there are more than 20.

The 'Yu Cry' who was hit by him in front of him also stood there watching him like a person who was fine.

"Why are there so many, didn't you say a third?"

Yu Tongqian's cold sweat broke out all of a sudden.

He suddenly felt as if he had been sloppy, why could the indecisive big brother endure it and not do it.

"Why don't you continue?"

More than 20 Wu Chong spoke at the same time, and even the frequency of the voice was the same, making it impossible to tell which one was true and which was false. Or maybe all of these twenty or so are true!

"Little cry, I ......"

Yu Tongqian wanted to soften, but before he finished speaking, he found that a pitch-black hand also appeared at the position of his throat.

The burning, painful breath eroded into his body, causing him to lose control of his body in an instant.

"Amazing ......"

Yu Tongqian's eyes widened, desperately wanting to ask for mercy, but he couldn't say a word at all.

A moment later.

A puddle of black ash fell to the ground.

Yu Tongqian died.

"Father, don't you want to talk?" After killing Yu Tongqian, Wu Chong stood at the window and said to a figure below.

Yu Tongqian thinks he is smart, but in fact, he is just a stepping stone for others from beginning to end.

Compared to this fool, his 'indecisive' father is really ruthless, and he also wants to do what Yu Tongqian does, but he is a little smarter and won't do it himself.

The figure downstairs did not respond, and after glancing at Wu Chong in the window, he turned around and melted into the darkness.

Wu Chong at the window also waved his hand and dispersed the 'human skin puppets' all over the room.

This time he really didn't have much to spare.

That's just a little bit of it......

After dealing with Yu Tong's money, Wu Chong lost the idea of continuing to stay in the Yu family.

The Yu family still has a lot of secrets, but most of these secrets are in the hands of his cheap father, Yu Tonghai. Compared with Yu Tongqian, Yu Tonghai is the real head of the family. The mural demon he mastered had not been seen by Wu Chong until now, and Wu Chong had no intention of going toe-to-toe with him until the human skin demon recovered.

They simply took a step back, waited for a few years to grow up, and then came back to 'take care' of the old father.

After making a decision, Wu Chong left that night.

"Head of the family, the crying young master is gone."

The figure appeared outside the window and whispered.

This person was sent by Yu Tonghai to spy on the third brother Yu Tongqian before, and Wu Chong saw him last.

"Let him go."

Yu Tonghai glanced at the night outside and said expressionlessly.

Tonight, the sky is fine.

The crescent moon has no stars.

"But Kuroshio ......"

The identity of the figure should not be low, and I couldn't help but say more.

"He'll come back, and when the black tide falls, I don't need to invite him," Yu Tonghai skipped the topic with a wave of his hand.

Seeing this, the figure had no choice but to suppress the doubt in his heart, and after glancing at the room behind the window in awe, he saluted and left.

The night breeze blows.

Yu Tonghai's mood became even more irritable.

Originally, he just wanted the third brother to test the monster. It is naturally best to succeed, and failure has no effect on him.

Who knew that the waste would just die.

It didn't work at all.

"What a piece of rubbish!" Yu Tonghai scolded secretly.

He can't leave now. Compared with the trouble of his son's 'crying', the most tricky thing now is his 'wife', this woman is about to be completely out of control. Thinking of this, Yu Tonghai turned his head and wanted to see how the woman was doing.

"If you don't sleep at night, what are you looking at here?"

As soon as he turned around, Yu Tonghai saw a human face that was almost completely attached to his face.

A completely materialized human face, with round eyes, staring straight at him. If someone else comes over, he will definitely scream in fright, but Yu Tonghai has long been used to it. He looked away with a blank face and glanced at the bed.

Still on the bed, a long snake-like neck held her head and flew out and stuck to his back.

At night, the picture is quite 'touching'.

"Sleep."

Yu Tonghai walked to the side of the bed and lay down in his clothes.

This is the restriction of the mural 'demon', he must sleep with this woman every day, only then can he use the power of the mural demon perfectly.

"I'm asking you!"

"Shut up!"

Yu Tonghai's eyes opened, and a ripple rippled from the stone-brown Tong hole.

In an instant, the room fell silent, and the snake-like head returned to its neck. The woman on the bed was also asleep, looking no different from a normal person.

Pedestrian street.

It used to be a concession, but after the liberation, it was retained by Xinguo and became a famous commercial street.

Behind the street, a row of villas built by the colonists has become the city's most luxurious residential complex, with six-figure prices per square meter, and all the people who can live here are dignitaries.

At the door of the sixth villa, an old man in a black cloth shirt bowed nervously to several people in front of him.

"Just a few, please."

"Don't worry, as long as you have enough money, I promise to clean up inside."

The one who spoke was a man in a cyan robe, his hair combed like the sword fairy on TV, not to mention ancient costumes, and he was carrying a wooden sword behind his back. Coupled with his slightly vicissitudes of life, it really gives people a feeling of being a master outside the world.

This is also the characteristic of the new country.

Because of the long heritage, there is a legend about 'immortals' in the local culture, and many wealthy people will ask them to do a ritual when they encounter a big event.

Some look at feng shui, some ask for luck, and even funerals are inseparable from them.

"Mr. Wang, rest assured, my master is the true legend of Shenxiaomen, and the demons that have been killed over the years are not one thousand but eight hundred, if you really have demons here, you will definitely be frightened and flee when you see my senior brother." Next to the sword immortal man, two seventeen or eighteen-year-old teenagers took advantage of the situation to boast about their senior brother.