After escaping from the Wuzhi window, the voice did not stop, and then the next window called.

"Guest officer, do you want yellow shoes?"

The voice was next door to Wu Zhi, desperately screaming towards the window.

Even across the wall, Wu Zhi could still feel the sound of the hearts of the residents next door beating violently.

Apparently, the man was not asleep.

And, I'm still scared.

The inn was full of spirit runes from top to bottom, both in the windows and in the room, and the man obviously failed to knock on the window.

After a few words of swearing, the unclean thing that sold yellow shoes left.

However, while most of the houses in Breeze are blessed with spirit runes, there are always some exceptions.

After searching for the ghost who sold yellow shoes, he finally found an unlucky ghost.

"Guest officer, do you want yellow shoes?"

The voice was about two rooms away from Wu Zhi, and Wu Zhi heard it very clearly.

The dirty thing that sells shoes seems to be eyeing him.

After no one responded in the room, he said pitifully again: "Have pity on me, I haven't eaten for three days......"

The people in the room were already trembling with fright, and they didn't dare to say anything.

At this moment, the filthy thing shouted angrily: "Why, why no one wants to help me!" ”

In a fit of rage, the dirty thing collided violently again, just like it had done at the Wuzhi window before.

Bang!

Bang!

The ordinary wooden windows, under the impact of the ghosts, trembled violently, as if they were about to fall apart.

"Help, help!"

In the room, the man's cry for help rang out.

Bang dang!

It's okay that he didn't shout, but as soon as he shouted out of his mouth, the wooden window was directly smashed open and torn apart.

"Hey......

The filthy thing smiled weirdly and rushed in through the window.

There was silence all around.

Everyone can't protect himself, so naturally no one will save him.

Wu Zhi got up from the bed, opened the window, and jumped out of the window.

Although they met in Pingshui, he couldn't turn a cold eye to innocent people being harmed by ghosts.

Especially if you have the ability to do it yourself.

The two buildings are not far apart.

After jumping out of the window, Wu Zhi jumped in.

The ghostly green face, with a strange smile on his face, was in a mess, and he was pounced on a young man.

Wu Zhi did not hesitate, and directly pulled out the demon slashing sword on his waist, and pointed it at the evil ghost.

Poof!

Before the evil ghost could react, he was slashed from behind by Wu Zhi.

With a miserable scream, it immediately became two halves and turned into a puff of green smoke.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for killing the hundred-year-old demon and rewarding 500 points."

This evil spirit has practiced for a hundred years, and has done many evils.

Don't look at the power of backhand in Wu Zhi's hands, but for ordinary people, it is an irresistible existence.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

The rescued young man was still lying on the bed, holding his head and screaming in fear.

"Alright, the ghost has been killed, wake up."

Wu Zhi walked over and nudged him gently.

"Ahh

Contrary to Wu Zhi's expectations.

It doesn't matter if you're not afraid, when you touch it, the man screams in panic directly, grabs the quilt, covers himself, and only keeps his butt outside.

Wu Zhi didn't have time to talk to him, so he kicked him directly in the ass and said fiercely: "Get out of here, otherwise I'll eat you!" ”

"Don't eat me, don't eat me, my meat doesn't taste good at all!"

The power of the ghost is obviously much more powerful than Wuzhi, and after being intimidated, the man finally reluctantly turned back.

Seeing Wu Zhi staring at him, the man asked in confusion: "Ghost, what about ghosts?" ”

Wu Zhi angrily pointed to the wreckage next to him, and then pointed to the demon slaying sword in his hand.

"Thank you so much, thank you so much!"

Seeing that he was saved by Wu Zhi, the man could be said to be grateful, and kept thanking Wu Zhi.

A handful of snot and a handful of tears, holding Wuzhi's legs and crying.

Wu Zhi really couldn't stand it, and after a few words of comfort, he jumped out of the window and fell to the ground.

This is not the only case where ghosts eat people.

In Qingfeng Town, there are still many people who have not posted spirit talismans and have been attacked by ghosts.

Wu Zhi has a sword demon sword in his hand, and he is born to restrain ghosts.

Whether it's to save people or to accumulate points, it's incumbent on you at this moment.

After jumping out of the window, along the turquoise light, Wu Zhi walked down the street with a sword, and killed several imps who tried to harm people in a row.

"Ding, the host kills thirty years of Dao Evil Ghosts, and rewards 100 points."

"Ding, the host kills twenty years of Taoist ghosts, and rewards 60 points."

The powerful ghosts killed after Wu Zhi are not high, and they are all under fifty years.

Wu Zhi has gained a total of more than 300 points, which is not as much as killing a hundred-year-old demon.

Anyway, for him, there is not much difference between the strength of the Dao under a hundred years, and it is all a sword anyway.

The streets were green, and the inns and houses on both sides had their doors and windows closed, without the slightest light.

The street that was originally full of people is a ghost at this time.

The human market has become a ghost market.

However, most of the ghosts in the streets are lonely ghosts, and there are always a few who harm people.

Wu Zhi doesn't kill ghosts when he sees them, unless they are powerful ghosts and evil ghosts that harm people.

People have words, and ghosts have ghost words.

After passing by, Wu Zhi could hear the ghost whispering, but he couldn't hear what was said at all.

Bang bang!

Bang bang!

On the street, Wu Yuan walked straight, observing the surroundings from time to time, and learned about the lifestyle of ghosts.

At this time, on the street not far from Wuzhi, bursts of firecrackers suddenly sounded.

The voice became louder and louder towards Wu Zhi.

The sound of firecrackers crackled, accompanied by the noise of gongs and drums, and some people were responsible for blowing suona, and the sound was celebratory.

Just as soon as he heard it, Wu Zhi understood that it was a welcoming team.

A group of red-clothed greeting teams, carrying eight-person sedan chairs, gradually approached Wuzhi.

"The ancestors are on the road, and the idlers are retreating!"

On the opposite side of the procession, there are groups of big red coffins wearing white filial piety clothes and wheat stalks tied on their heads, also carried by eight people.

In front of the coffin, there is a special person responsible for sprinkling paper, and there is a crane standing, such as hissing to the sky.

On one side is the welcoming procession, and on the other side is the funeral procession, a completely opposite situation.

This is quite unlucky for anyone.

Whether it is the welcoming procession or the funeral procession, after seeing each other, they are still going their separate ways.

The coffin was carried and the sedan chair was sent, and neither side backed down.

Immediately, they would collide together, right where Takeshi stood.

Ghost bride?

Ghost send-off?

Wu Zhi held the demon slaying sword in his hand, looked at both sides coldly, his face was always calm, but his heart was ready for battle.

Whew......

The speed of the two sides is getting faster and faster, and they are only less than a zhang away from Wu Zhi's position.

In a daze, Wu Zhi could even see the faces of these ghosts.

Bang!

Suddenly, after approaching, the funeral procession and the welcoming procession became entangled.

The coffin collided with the sedan chair and made a violent noise.