"Kill me!"

In fact, Luo Zhaohui couldn't speak anymore, his lips trembled, but there was no sound, through his pleading eyes, Su Ningan also understood what he meant, that is, kill me, give me a good time, hurry up!

I heard Master Tan say that it was strange to recover.

Most of them are completely impregnated by strange spirituality, both the soul and the body belong to the weird, even if they still maintain their human form, they are no longer human, and the so-called self-will has been swallowed up by the weird.

Even if it's still the same as usual, it's just a weird copy of that person's original memory, in short, very dull.

In addition to this, there are other spooky resurgences.

The scene that happened in front of me can be regarded as a kind of strange recovery.

That is, the weirdness in the original body suddenly leaves, this situation is actually rare, under normal circumstances, the mage can use the trick to cast a contract has a contract, even if it is mainly weird, this contract is still binding.

Unless this weirdness is forcibly stuffed into the body by someone else, and someone else who has made a covenant with the weird is just borrowing this person's body to cultivate the weird.

In this way, when the strange discovers danger, it will naturally walk away.

As for what will happen to that unlucky ghost, it will be clear if you take a closer look at the current Luo Zhaohui.

"Kill me!"

Luo Zhaohui was still begging.

I can't die for a while!

However, the dead air had permeated the whole body, the vitality was clearly gradually leaving, the smell of ash and decay was approaching, the skin was cracked, like a dry earth, and the moisture seemed to have evaporated into clouds by the sun.

Suningan looked up.

The strange leap into the void was nowhere to be found, and it seemed that it should have returned to its original master.

Kill Luo Zhaohui?

He didn't do that.

Yes, this guy looks very pitiful now, Shou Yuan is dissipating at an unimaginable speed, spending decades in a short period of time, and aging in an instant...... However, if he and that half-step innate master succeeded, what would happen to him?

At that time, who will pity themselves and pity themselves?

Will anyone come to their aid?

No!

So, he watched Luo Zhaohui live a life of decades in a dozen breaths, and finally died of old age.

Then, he walked up to the dead Xiao Ping.

After Xiao Ping's death, the soft sword that wrapped around Suning'an's horizontal knife returned to normal, lying there quietly like a bamboo pole.

This should be a well-known weapon.

It's just that I don't practice swords, so I can't use it.

It can be sold to other people, I don't know if it can be sold on the black market, next, Su Ningan searched Xiao Ping's body, and there was no scattered silver, but he found a few silver tickets, with hundreds of taels.

Will this thing work?

There must be a secret language between a large amount of silver tickets and the money bank, and it is impossible to take it to the money bank to withdraw the silver, just like picking up someone's card but not having a password, it is different to use the silver ticket everywhere like the costume film and television dramas in the previous life.

However, it can also be sold on the black market.

It's just that you need to make a few folds.

No matter how small the mosquito is, it's meat, so it's collected!

Exercise cheats?

No, I have a small notebook.

There is a cultivation experience written by Xiao Ping in the book.,Something like a work note.,It should be helpful for Suning'an's future cultivation.,But,It's not very helpful.,Real practice is always very personal.,Very personal.。

There is no such thing as a practice that fits everyone.

Barely counts as a harvest!

Next, Su Ning'an, who put the horizontal knife on his waist again, walked towards the stream, stood on a large stone half buried in the stream, and shouted towards the corner of the stream.

"Yang Zhutou, come out!"

"Bring the little ones out to wash the floor!"

After a while, Yang Nan and the others poked their heads out of the corner and walked towards this side cautiously, their eyes full of fear.

They certainly didn't stay away.

They just created opportunities for Xiao Ping and Luo Zhaohui!

Of course, at that time, they naturally didn't expect that what they and the others created for those two people was a chance to die.

A half-step innate powerhouse, in the small place of Cixi County, can be regarded as famous, plus a mage, dealing with a fourteen-year-old Taoist boy in Changningguan, beforehand, I'm afraid no one would have thought of the current ending.

The scene of the battle, Yang Nan and the others did not watch it secretly.

Even if someone is curious, Yang Nan will stop it, some things are better not to be rude, not to listen to incivility, even if you haven't done such a thing as killing people and killing people, you have seen it, and if you haven't seen it, at least you've heard it!

In front of the strong, the weak chickens had better be self-conscious.

In this way, people may not bother to step on you.

"Daoist Su!"

Yang Nan walked over slowly, with a smile on his face.

He almost raised his hands high to insult the law, if, he knew this stalk.

"Two robbers came to rob the road and were killed by several catchers, isn't this story very reasonable?"

Su Ningan said with a smile.

The innocent smile of the fourteen-year-old boy seemed like a demon's smile to Yang Nan, and he was stunned and did not speak for a while.

"Or, the strongmen are too powerful, and the fast catchers will not retreat, and they will die with them...... Yang Zhutou, do you think this story is more reasonable? ”

Su Ningan said lightly.

"No!"

Yang Nan's face was pale, and his hands were swaying sharply.

"Daochang Su, the previous story is still reasonable, very, very reasonable, and there is no more reasonable story than it!"

Others nodded busily, like pounding garlic.

"What are you doing in a daze, clean up!"

Yang Nan turned his head and angrily scolded his subordinates.

After a while, the trappers put the two bodies together and washed the blood-spattered rocky beach with stream water.

Yang Nan came to Suningan.

The sun has slanted to the west, but the temperature of the light has not changed, shining on Suningan's face, falling into Yang Nan's sight, and the fur is glowing.

He rubbed his hands together and said.

"Daoist Su, maybe there's another story?"

Su Ningan glanced back at him.

"Tell me about it."

Yang Nanchen said with a smile.

"Maybe there is no strong man at all, the journey is safe, smooth sailing, hello, hello, everyone......"

Su Ningan pondered for a moment and nodded.

"The story is not bad, there is not so much trouble."

Seeing that Su Ningan agreed, Yang Nan turned around and shouted at his subordinates.

"What are you doing in a daze, find a place, bury these two things, bury them deeper, don't let the wild dogs dig them out......"

Then, he turned back and smiled again.

"Daoist Su, next, you ......"

Su Ningan stood up and said casually.

"Didn't the yamen want to ask me about it, naturally I wanted to go to the yamen, speaking of which, I am also acquaintances with the county lord, and I have met once, I hope the county lord remembers."

On the Yamen side, Suningan is not worried.

He has a way out.

Amazing show the identity of the embroidered guard.

The local yamen has no power to deal with the embroidery guards, and the embroidery guards can only be convicted by the superior embroidery guards.

Hopefully, it won't go that far, right?