Gobi.

Da Wu Zhu, who lost his eight children, completely forgot all his sorrows at this moment, showed an innocent smile of peace and joy, and recited in a low voice:

"Motherless mother, the land of ghosts!"

"Although the ghost snake has been exposed to the sun for dozens of days, the sealed thing has also been opened twice, and its power has been greatly reduced, and the secret hand that was previously arranged in Dongli City ......"

"It's time to enable."

Between words.

At the center of the Great Witch Zhu's eyebrows, a trace of jet-black blood suddenly seeped out, condensed and formed in mid-air, and then turned into a dark black blood light, and suddenly rushed towards the East Plough City.

Dozens of breaths later.

East Plough City.

The dark blood light burst through the night and suddenly rushed into an inconspicuous mansion in the city.

Inside the house.

An old man in Dongli was kneeling on the ground, pleading bitterly with a blood-eyed crow perched on the locust tree, and tears fell:

"Lord Wuzhu, my wife, for your intelligence, has died at the hands of Dongman."

"My daughter was also sent into the mansion by you, reduced to the plaything of the prince, and was shackled all day long, I am afraid that when the ghost door is opened, she will die from the gnawing ...... of ten thousand ghosts."

"Please, let me live!"

The blood-eyed crow is one of the clones of the Great Wu Zhu, claiming to be: Wu Shan.

And the old man of Dongli is the last official member of the Luo Sect in Dongli City.

Wu Shan thought secretly:

"This old man has indeed set up a lot of blood and labor for his mother......"

"Besides, when I recapture Dongli City in the future, I can't let this great witch Zhu personally preach, right?"

Come to think of this.

Wu Shan didn't want to persecute too much, so he said loosely:

"Well, you will go out of the city tonight, and flee—"

The sound stopped abruptly.

A deep black blood light passed through the window and poured into the blood-eyed crow's body.

"Your Excellency?"

The old man of Dongli raised his head with a look of hope.

However.

He was greeted by a pair of extremely cold bloody eyes.

The blood-eyed crow spread its wings and said miserably:

"I have changed my mind, the deity said, your wife and daughter are happy and happy in the vacuum hometown, and I hope you will also go down to accompany them......"

"The most important thing for a family is to be neat, right?"

"What?"

The old man of Dongli fell to the ground weakly, retreated with the last trace of strength, and said with a desperate face:

"Lord Wu Zhu, I have made meritorious contributions to the Luo Sect, I have shed blood for my mother, you can't ...... me like this"

Pity.

The words are not finished yet.

The blood-eyed crow spread its wings and fell, instantly penetrating the eyebrows of the old man in Dongli, and then ate the brain inside in a big gulp like eating tofu brains.

Before he died, the old man of Dongli only had time to shout "damn Luojiao" in pain, and he completely lost all his life.

Gradually.

The withered yellow face of the old man in Dongli became more and more polished, as if he had become a young man in his twenties, refreshed, and his skin became more and more polished.

"Assert ......"

The old man of Dongli, no, now he should be called the Great Wu Zhu clone - Wu Shan looked up to the sky and laughed, making a very strange laugh:

“…… Truly! ”

Wu Shan raised his head and stared at the center of the city, his distant gaze finally fell on the Mansion of Marquis Bu Ling, and said with a greedy face:

"Bu Linghou has been searching for hundreds of years of people's fat and people's ointment......"

"If you collect all of them and use them to help the people of Loulan, it will be enough to live countless people and benefit all sentient beings!"

Speaking of which.

Wu Shan's face became more and more holy, as if he had become a good man of the ninth generation.

But the next sentence exposes his cruel and vicious nature:

"When the time comes, it is only natural that the people I have helped will die for me, right?"

"After all—"

"They have nothing but flesh and blood to repay my kindness!"

…………

Inside the nameless house.

Jiang Chen closed his eyes and stared, and chose the "soul body of the white-bearded cricket" as the target of the scavenging ritual.

Not much.

The earth, which carries all things, has a message of this treasure!

"Southwest, three hundred meters."

Jiang Chen opened the map and looked at it, and couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

Its location is the wing, and there is a high probability of hitting the shackled female ghost.

"That's it~"

"In terms of the degree of danger, it is always lighter than the wreckage of the martial arts arena and the ghost gate......"

Jiang Chen thought for a few seconds, and raised his eyes to look at the roofs of the houses.

Ghosts prefer to float close to the earth.

In the traditional Chinese concept of life and death, there is an old saying: "Yellow earth, loess soul, buried under the loess"

The soul returns to the Houtu, which is the most orthodox view of life and death in China!

It may be safer to move on top of the eaves tiles.

Come to think of this.

"Ranger of the Han!"

Jiang Chen's weight was instantly reduced by half, and he looked at the corner between the two walls, jumped upward, jumped left and right three times between the two walls, and successfully reached the top.

Next second!

A black figure flew over the roofs of the houses.

On the run.

Jiang Chen also briefly judged the strength and quantity of most of the ghost creatures in the Bu Linghou Mansion.

Most of the ghosts are muddy, and they are about to fall into the dilemma of falling into a state of dissipation, which is not worth mentioning.

But there were still three or four ghosts, looking up and noticing the noise on the roof.

Fortunately, during the scavenging ritual stage, Jiang Chen's body surface also lingered with a little earthly breath, and it was difficult for ordinary ghosts to identify Jiang Chen's state at the moment, whether it was a person or a ghost.

This is also an important reason why Fan Liangshan would rather assassinate Jiang Chen than seize the medicinal properties of the scavengers......

Soon.

Jiang Chen flew three hundred meters and arrived at the wing.

Look up.

I saw a very similar scene.

Small garden.

Big mulberry tree.

There is a wooden sign hanging on the top, with five large characters written on it:

【Hussar General】

"Sure enough, this sub-class of me has always been an out-and-out dragon fighting secret technique, and Bu Shan collects and raises crickets, just playing the role of his father."

Jiang Chen was overjoyed in his heart, jumped down, jumped to the ground, one step, two steps, and cautiously approached the mulberry tree.

He fixed his eyes on the past.

An extremely fat blood-whiskered cricket lay dead in the hollow of a mulberry tree.

"Wonderful~"

Jiang Chen exclaimed.

Just as he was about to reach out and take out the blood-bearded crickets in the tree hole, a sudden change occurred!

In the silence, an inconspicuous door suddenly slammed.

Mori Sen is dead!

Suddenly swept the audience!

"Key, key......"

The shackled female ghost penetrated the door of the room, repeating the word "key" like a repeater, sounding like she was saying to Jiang Chen:

"To die, to die......"

Jiang Chen sneered, he was already prepared in his heart, holding the demon knife embryo in both hands, secretly urging the demon to be too fierce with the knife technique, facing the face of the shackled female ghost, and slashed away.

"Key, key......"

The shackled female ghost was never afraid of any human blade, and even faced the blade, stretching out two long, white and narrow arms......

However.

When her countenance was about to pierce the blade at the moment!

Jiang Chen's heart was ruthless, and he suddenly urged the Demon Punishment Knife Technique to the extreme, and a huge and fierce aura exploded!

Above the blade, a hint of crimson light faintly appeared!

"Ahh

The shackled female ghost screamed miserably, and her originally beautiful face, as if it had been shattered, suddenly turned into a face like a bridge and a green rose.

Ugly and old.