I didn't shout, I just took the bronze mirror and the iron hook in my hand, and pounced.

After the male ghost was bounced away by the golden light of the bronze mirror, he thought about it several times, but it was unsuccessful.

At this moment, when he saw me pounce, he was also panicked.

The green sarcoma on the forehead, constantly turning, also showed panic.

Between life and death, I finally got up.

Seeing that I rushed over desperately, I roared at my tear:

"Whew......"

The sound was loud, and a ghost's claw slashed at me.

It's fast, I can't see it clearly.

But I instinctively raised the bronze mirror to block, and subconsciously felt that he would appear in front of me on the left.

If it's wrong, then it's probably me who died.

I can only bet because the other party comes quickly.

If I really see the direction of the opponent's attack, I may be disemboweled, and the person will be cold.

However, I was wrong.

The other party flashed and did not attack my left front, but right front.

"It's this way!"

The moment the ghost appeared, it made a cold sound.

Sharp claws, slashing straight at my front door.

That devil's claw, like a sharp scimitar, slashed through the door in front of me, and I will surely die.

At that moment, although I was a little remorseful, I didn't judge the right direction.

But also the first time, reacted.

Since Lao Tzu is going to die, Lao Tzu has to pull you on your back, and no matter how bad it is, he will have to pull out one of your teeth.

The iron hook held in his right hand flung forward violently, hooking directly at the ghost.

I will die with him.

In my mind, I didn't have any other thoughts, I was red-eyed, and I couldn't think of anything else.

However, a scene that I never expected appeared.

When I was determined to die, I fought for my life against that terrible ghost.

The hell was intimidating.

He is not an ordinary ghost, but a ghost cultivator.

He was thoughtful and wise.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have led my master away, and then killed me again.

Seeing that I was going to die with him, he jerked his hand in fright, and hurriedly retreated.

The claws that cleaved down stopped in front of my head.

And the iron hook I swung also grazed his belly.

"You're a madman!"

The ghost opened his mouth fiercely, I didn't expect me to be so ruthless.

At the moment of life and death, he was not afraid, but also wanted to pull him on his back.

The other party was not given any chance to consider.

Today he and I have to die.

I know that the strength of this ghost cultivator far surpasses mine.

The only hope for survival is to fight with him.

The bronze mirror in his left hand slammed into the ghost's head.

It's almost risking his life to fight with this ghost.

The ghost cultivator was injured, and when he saw the bronze mirror smashed out by me, he was so frightened that he dodged again.

But the moment he dodged, I pounced on it, and the iron hook in my hand snapped out.

The action is coherent and done in one go.

That ghost cultivator couldn't dodge either.

"Hiss", this hook directly hooked through his right rib.

"Ah......h

The ghost let out a scream again, a tearing cry of pain.

He grabbed it with his backhand and went down my left shoulder, three blood marks, blood rolling.

Almost tore open the major artery in my neck.

Ignoring the pain, I pulled the hook in front of me, narrowed the distance between me and him, and roared in my mouth:

"Give me death!"

As I spoke, I used my bloodied left hand to pull out an evil charm from my pocket.

With a "snap", it slapped on the head of the ghost.

That terrible ghost was killed by my set of desperate fights, and he was in a hurry.

At this moment, he was struck by a spell.

The spell exploded with a "boom".

The ghost screamed again, fell to the ground, and lost his mind for a moment.

The green sarcoma on the forehead was also burst by the power of the spell, overflowing with green slurry and volatilizing into black gas.

I was red-eyed, rode on the ghost's body, and pulled out the iron hook.

With his hands clenched, he kept yelling in his mouth:

"Grass Mud Horse ......"

Between the scolding, the iron hook in his hand kept smashing at the head of the terrible ghost and the green sarcoma on his forehead.

"Bang ......"

The ghost was still moving at first, and his mouth was dying:

"No, don't ......"

But before I could make a sound, my head exploded.

The body exploded with a "boom", and the soul flew away, leaving only a humanoid phosphorus fire on the ground.

And I, my eyes were blood-red and covered in blood.

Holding the iron hook, he sat panting in place.

"Whew, whew, whew......"

I haven't even reacted from that state yet.

I couldn't even believe that I had come out of a dead end.

also killed a ghost cultivator with his own hands.

I lay weakly on a tree, and unconsciously let out the laughter of the victors:

"Haha, hahaha......"

For the rest of my life, looking at the bleeding left shoulder and left chest, I was not afraid.

On the contrary, I felt more excited than ever.

And at this moment, a sound of footsteps sounded from a distance.

"Stepping on ......"

It came very quickly.

As soon as I became aware of it, I saw a black shadow rush out of the weeds with a "swish".

It may be that you have lost too much blood, or you may have been drained of your essence.

At this point, I see things a little blurry.

But at a glance, I recognized this vague black shadow:

"Master, Master......"

I spoke weakly, but with a smile on my face.

As soon as the master appeared, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

I was covered in blood and leaned against a tree, surrounded by large traces and scattered all kinds of magic weapons.

On the ground not far from me, there was a burnt humanoid mark.

"Little, little ginger ......"

The master was surprised and hurriedly ran over with concern.

One hand covered my injured left shoulder and left chest:

"Little ginger, what's going on? It's all the master, it's all the master......"

Looking at the master's worried look, his tone was trembling, and he blamed himself.

But I laughed and said:

"Master, I, I'm fine, I'll fix that ghost, give, kill it!"

Even if the master has already vaguely guessed.

But when I heard this in person, my mouth opened wide in shock:

"You, you, you killed that ghost cultivator alone?"

The master was incredible, or he didn't think I could do it.

After all, I've only been in the industry for a month.

And that ghost thing is not an ordinary ghost, but a ghost-level ghost cultivator.

The strength is far above me, and if you can escape from my master's feet, you can see how powerful it is.

I smiled and nodded:

"Yes! I was stoned to death with a hook! ”

I struggled to raise my hand and pointed to the iron hook.

Seeing this, the master didn't believe it or believe it.

The expression of disbelief, which turns into exhilaration, and excitement:

"Okay, good boy, don't talk, the master will treat you."

The master quickly found gauze and a bottle of hemostatic medicine from the tool bag.

After simply bandaging me and feeding me some water, my condition improved slightly.

I usually breathe a lot, and I briefly described what happened to me after the master left.

After hearing this, the master was shocked.

Look at me as if you were looking at a treasure......