According to the calculation of ancient records, it takes nine years to become a second witch in three years, nine years to achieve three witches, and thirty years to become a witch.

Thinking of this, if it weren't for the cultivation method of having already obtained the Witch Dao Death Gate and the Second Witch to the One Witch, Zhang Lisheng would almost be desperate.

"It's a long way to go, and I will... Alas" he blurted out half of an ancient text that inspired him with a sad face, looked at the gloomy moonlight outside, simply stopped turning on the light, and returned to his bedroom in the dark in a depressed mood, tossing and turning and slowly falling asleep.

Another night passed, and on the third day, it was still a hazy weather with heavy rain pouring down in Yuwo Village, so Zhang Lisheng could only stay at home again and practice witchcraft for a whole day.

In the middle of the night, when the moon was in the sky, the dark clouds finally dispersed, and the crisp chirping of birds and insects replaced the irritating sound of 'whoosh...", and the sound of rain enveloped the entire mountain village again.

Zhang Lisheng, whose mood changed from cloudy to sunny with the weather, cooked a full jar of whole fat hens on the stove for the first time in two days, planning to treat himself and set off early tomorrow morning to refine another witch worm in the mountains and forests.

After the chicken soup was cooked, he extinguished the stove, opened the porcelain jar, and subconsciously wanted to divide the hen into two bowls, but suddenly thought that Daddy was dead, and it was pointless for him to do it again.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Lisheng once again subconsciously refused to think about this question again, holding the porcelain jar, blowing and drinking the hot chicken soup in small sips, while walking towards the ancient mansion.

As soon as he walked a few steps, by the bright moonlight, he suddenly saw a black shadow jumping over the wall and into his yard.

After the black shadow climbed over the wall, it seemed that he didn't expect the owner to not sleep, and in the middle of the night, the third watch was still holding a clay pot, drinking soup in the cold courtyard, and couldn't help but be stunned.

However, the intruder quickly reacted, and rushed towards Zhang Lisheng with an arrow step, judging from his agile skills, he should have a deep kung fu background.

If it was an ordinary teenager, I was afraid that I would be stunned by this black shadow, and even break my neck, but Zhang Lisheng, who had become a 'witch', was more calm at such a critical moment.

Undeterred, he threw the porcelain jar full of boiling chicken broth in his hand at the attacker, and at the same time quickly retreated without looking back.

The black shadow did not dodge or dodge, and hit the incoming porcelain jar with a punch, as if he wanted to capture Zhang Lisheng first regardless of everything.

But when the porcelain jar was cracked and not cracked, he felt the boiling heat inside, and his figure flashed, and he avoided the hot soup in the sky at the last moment.

Taking advantage of the attacker's evasion, Zhang Lisheng hurriedly turned around, rushed into the kitchen behind him in two steps, closed the wooden door tightly, and quickly closed the latch with his hands and feet.

The kitchen has a small window facing the courtyard, so you can see the courtyard clearly.

After temporarily escaping, Zhang Lisheng sank his breath, did not panic and call for help, but strode to the window with an expressionless face, looked through the glass, looked at the black shadow that came over the wall and attacked him inexplicably, and his mouth "hissed hiss..."

No matter what the reason, since he trespassed into the Zhang family's old house and offended the owner for no reason, he needed to be prepared for death.

The black shadow in the courtyard did not feel the danger at this time, he saw Zhang Lisheng rushing into the kitchen without saying a word, and did not continue to chase and fight, but walked quickly to the gate of the ancient mansion and gently opened the latch.

The gate opened, and a young man jumped into the courtyard in one step, lowered his voice and said with a smile: "The wire vacation hands and feet are still so sharp, they are suffocated." ”

Under the bright moonlight, the blurred face of the black shadow that opened the door was revealed, although a few black oil paints were painted, but the expression could be vaguely seen to be very cold, "Big eyes 'work', don't joke." ”

"This is also considered 'work', we are here to pick up goods now. ”

"Big eyes, be serious when you do serious things, and do things. "Immediately following the young man nicknamed 'Big Eyes', a middle-aged man with two blue oil paints painted under his eyes walked steadily into the courtyard and reprimanded his overly lively companion in a deep voice.

When he spoke, the middle-aged man's expression and posture were not like robbers breaking through the empty door, but like guests invited to a feast, but there was a bit of contrived taste between his eyebrows.

"Third brother, I'll go get the goods. When he was doing business, he dared to play with the wire, but he didn't dare to contradict the third brother, he hurriedly put away his strange expression, and walked briskly towards the open hall of the ancient mansion.

At the same time as the big eyes walked towards the hall, another person broke into the courtyard of the Zhang family's old house.

I saw that his face was covered with colorful oil paint, as if he was afraid that others would recognize his true face of Lushan, and he cowered between actions, far less calm than the three before.

"Three, what's wrong with the third brother, what's wrong?" After entering the courtyard, the fourth intruder hurriedly closed the gate of the ancient mansion with stiff movements, and then asked in a nervous whisper, the accent of the tongue curling was very strange.

"Don't be nervous, I'm in control.

Wire tells our temporary partner, what's going on now?"

"I climbed over the wall into the courtyard and came across an idea, and he ran into the kitchen and didn't make a sound. Iron wire said simply.

"What a smart young man, since we are just asking for money, we won't hurt him..."The third brother smiled with an appreciative expression on his face, and said generously.

He was only halfway through his sentence when he was interrupted by a terrible cry of 'Ah, ah,, what is this, help, help, help...".

The wire in the yard heard the scream, and immediately took out a special switchblade from his waist at the first time, and the blade was thirty centimeters long after it bounced off.

He told the third brother: "It's a big-eyed voice, the third brother be careful." He lowered his body and ran towards the ancient mansion like a tanuki.

But before the wire could leap into the hall of the ancient mansion, Big Eyes stopped calling and stumbled out of the hall.

Under the moonlight, his face, which had been touched by a few black oil paints, had completely turned blue and black, making it impossible to tell which was oil paint, which was a normal face.

The mouth kept opening and closing, but he couldn't make any sound, but he could still see that he was constantly saying silently: "Help, help..."

Seeing the terrifying appearance of his companion, a trace of horror flashed in Iron Wire's resolute eyes, but his movements did not delay in the slightest, and he hurriedly said: "Big eyes, if you are still sober, remember not to panic and not move." He used the switchblade in his hand to make a rapid cut on the swollen and deformed face of the big eye.

The touch of the knife felt like it had been cut into rotten wood, and it stinked with the thick blood that spurted out of the wound.

For the iron wire, which has been accustomed to experiencing life and death crises, he immediately came to the conclusion that "the big eyes are no longer saved".

But seeing that his companion could still understand his words, he looked at himself with eager eyes without moving, and the wire that was extremely cold to outsiders could not make the most important choice he should have made at this moment in any case, and swung his knife to cut Big Eye's neck and end his pain, fear, and life.

Rarely compromised with his own feelings, Wire finally decided to make an effort to treat the dead horse as a live horse doctor.

He pulled out a silver metal cylinder from his waist, deftly pressed the spring with his fingers and pushed it forward, turning it into a high-dose syringe, and backhanded the needle into the protruding artery in the neck of the big eye.

"Big Eye, you are highly poisoned, I will give you an intravenous injection of antidote, it may be painful for a while, hold on, and don't bite your tongue", admonished, Iron Wire was about to inject the universal antidote into his companion's body, when suddenly a huge centipede broke through the flesh on Big Eye's neck, and suddenly drilled out, and the probe rushed to his arm holding the syringe.

At the last moment, the wire was stunned for less than a second, and then he shrewdly released the syringe, his arm shrank sharply, and his body retreated sharply at the same time.

It's a pity that the distance between the poisonous insect and his arm is still too short after all, and the vicious blow is too unexpected, and in the end, the sharp fangs of the centipede's iron blue still bite the wrist of the wire.

After gaining a support point, the huge poisonous insect swung its limbs and feet, and its body all emerged from the bloody neck of the big eyes, and wrapped itself around the arm of the wire.

At the moment of his life, the wire was not messed up at all, and he thrust the nearly one-foot-long switchblade into his arm that was bitten by a giant centipede, cutting off the blood vessels.

Then he shook his free hand slightly, and drilled out a metal filament from the cuff that was almost imperceptible to the naked eye, and with a flick of the filament, it was delicately wrapped around his arm that had been attacked by centipedes.

With a strong pull with one hand, the wire tied the upper body of the seventy or eighty centimeter-long centipede tightly with one of his arms.

Then he touched his waist with his remaining hand, and showed a special switchblade, slashing at the struggling head of the poisonous insect.

With a single slash, the corpse of the giant centipede was not cut in two, but only a crack in the thick shell.

After the crack appeared, a puff of black smoke oozed from the poisonous insect's body, and the silver metal made of a special alloy that bound the centipede slowly revealed rusty stains.

Seeing that the thin metal wire was no longer usable, Tie did not hesitate to swing the knife violently, cutting off his arm along with the poisonous insects.

Ordinary people will never be able to achieve this level of self-harm, or even if they do it reluctantly, they will die of blood exhaustion, but for the iron wire, who has studied the traditional Chinese martial arts since childhood, knows the structure of the human body's meridians well, and has received several years of rigorous special operations training, it is not enough to kill an arm by cutting off one's arm.

"Third brother, let's go. After temporarily getting rid of the poisonous insects, he took out a few silver needles from his waist, inserted them into the acupuncture points around the broken arm to stop the bleeding, injected himself with a stimulant and a universal antidote, and shouted loudly.