There are such people, and Bai Lang is one. He doesn't feel uncomfortable at all about being a wilderness garbage guy, and he doesn't have any curiosity about steam technology - there are gods and Buddhas in the places where the adventure hall pulls people, so it doesn't seem so strange about the steam world.

This is probably a traverser, anyway, Bai Lang knows that if it is Changle Gang those turtles, most of them will be surprised to talk nonsense and be killed in the end. Speaking of the Changle Gang, Bai Lang has also read the newspapers in the Weiwei Mansion, and the speed at which these news are summarized is quite fast.

The Changle Gang was not killed, although the loss of the Yecheng rudder made it very angry, but the gang leader Gao Yuan personally took action to stabilize the situation, he fought with Liu De, the master of the Dajiang Hall, on the bank of the Dajiang River, and narrowly defeated the opponent in half a move to curb the further devouring of the Dajiang Hall, but due to the existence of the innate master of the Changtian Sword Qian of the Dajiang Hall, the Changle Gang was unable to rebuild the Yecheng rudder after all.

As for Bai Lang's former "contemporary", the guy named Mo Zhai and the whereabouts of another genius who has forgotten his name, it is not written in the hall newspaper - maybe they are still small people, and it is not worth recording in these materials.

"It's not yet congenital. Bai Lang thought so at the beginning. Now Bai Lang was thinking about what kind of expressions his teammates would have if they came in—looking at the cats in front of him who could talk and do business, the expressions of these people must be very interesting.

Just thinking of this, Bai Lang suddenly felt a sharp tearing pain in his chest. He clutched his chest and smiled at the cat, "It's a little something, I'll come in and buy something later." Then he quickly pushed the door open and went out, and a voice came from behind, "Ah, boss, he must have swollen milk that's why it hurts." ”

Bai Lang decided to blow up this cat's head later.

Running to the open space next to the store, Bai Lang sat casually on the manger, pulled the shirt on his chest and looked down. It was supposed to be the place where the ghost head appeared, but now this ghost head has completely emerged, not only has it appeared, but it has also changed from the original tattoo to a relief.

The relief is still rapidly changing towards the alien hatchling, lifting Bai Lang's skin high from the inside out, as if it is about to break out. "Oh, what's going on!" Bai Lang didn't know whether to press this ghost head into it or simply dig it out by breaking open his chest.

"This is terrible!" Bai Lang cultivated the Southern Dou White Tiger Fist and the Golden Bell Jar, and his ability to tolerate pain was still very strong, so he could still think mentally in such severe pain. It took a few seconds to think about it, and Bai Lang gritted his teeth and decided. "If you want to die in the sky, you won't die for thousands of years!

He pinched the ghost head with his left hand through the skin, and this ghost head really felt real. The right hand turned into a knife, and the sharp energy of the Southern Dou White Tiger Fist was also concentrated in the palm power, "Ha!" Bai Lang spoke, and then gritted his teeth and slashed down his chest.

The sharp energy of the White Tiger Fist broke through the spontaneously formed golden bell jar, and Bai Lang could be regarded as breaking his own golden bell jar by himself, and he could be regarded as hoping to break it and stand up. The skin and muscles are sliced apart by a palm, but there is no "entity" of the ghost head in it.

The blood didn't flow much, and Bai Lang's true qi directly sealed the blood vessels of the wound - his body refining technique could be regarded as a hundred turns and thousands of refinements, and it was a trivial matter to clamp the blood vessels of the section with muscles. There was no entity in the broken wound, but Bai Lang saw his own bones. "And what's going on with this outward protrusion?"

Bai Lang held down the wound and quickly ran out of this stronghold to the wilderness. He let out a low roar, and the phantom of a white tiger appeared all over his body. The white tiger roared in the sky, and Bai Lang also smiled—in the severe pain of breaking his chest, he finally found the source.

"I see! I must use this method to see this thing!" Through the eyes of the White Tiger Phantom, Bai Lang saw the ghost head in his chest. This ghost head has a big head and a small body, and the head has been exposed from the wound, but the body that looks like a claw is still firmly grasping Bai Lang's sternum and five internal organs.

Bai Lang grabbed the wound with his right hand this time, and the right claw covered with the white tiger's claws grabbed a ghost head from the void this time, and this ghost head gradually became visible to the naked eye. Bai Lang let out a roar of pain, and his right claw was strengthened, constantly pulling the ghost head out point by point.

This thing is entangled with Bai Lang's soul, and it is connected with the meridians in his body, the Divine Sea, and this operation is no different from Bai Lang cutting his soul with a thousand knives. Beads of sweat the size of beans flowed from Bai Lang's forehead, and the whole person was pale, and his sense of existence was shaking as if he would disappear into the world in the next moment.

But the ghost head was finally pulled out little by little, and Bai Lang's hand was still steady and never stopped. Within a few feet of the ground was wet with the sweat of the white waves, and his internal force was shaken by the pull of the ghost head, intermittently. In order to concentrate on the strength of his right hand, Bai Lang let go of the sealing of the wound, so the blood continued to flow out, and a blood puddle was also formed on the ground.

The arm stretched out little by little, and Bai Lang's left hand also grabbed the middle of the snake-like body where the ghost head was pulled out. His right hand suddenly flew over, holding the ghost head he had caught, and the ghost head's body wrapped around his right arm, and suddenly pulled it with a tiger roar - the back half of the ghost head was directly "shook" and was all pulled out at once.

Bai Lang almost fainted, but he forcibly held back and then used his strength to pinch the ghost head away, and then he closed his breath "oh". This action really caused great damage to Bai Lang's soul, what he didn't see was that after the ghost head formed again in the air, it then turned into a fluttering debris and disappeared without a trace.

Bai Lang fainted for a while, and several vultures and coyote-like animals in the wilderness who specialized in devouring dead bodies were tempted by the bloody qi and came to Bai Lang's side. But no matter how much they tried, they couldn't bite Bai Lang's flesh in the end - as long as there was a breath, the golden bell jar could be reforged, and if they wanted to disperse, they couldn't break through his cover door.

What these scavengers can do is tear up Bai Lang's blood-stained clothes and eat them until they fill their stomachs a little. After eating Bai Lang's bloody clothes, the animals also changed shortly after leaving.

When Bai Lang woke up, he only saw that the ground around him was in shambles, and the clothes on his body were completely tattered, basically showing that the spring light was exposed, and even his leather boots were torn - probably only the hat was unharmed.

Bai Lang smiled bitterly, grabbed his hat in front of him, and ran to the stronghold with his light skills, rushing to the equipment store amid the laughter of the two drunken janitors - as long as Bai Lang didn't let people see the birds, it didn't hurt to see his ass from behind.

This man is really a good piece of meat, and when he rushed into this distance with his long legs, he gained countless whistles, and Bai Lang didn't blush, "Look at what! Don't see a man's ass?!"

The women were shouting, "Hurry up, get rid of your hat!"