Chapter 18: The Smug Ghost-Faced Man
The strange laughter was sharp and piercing, and it shook into the depths of the forest.
The falling bird flew away, and Mu Chen was also disturbed by these seemingly casual words.
He didn't know if what the ghost-faced man said was true or not, but after thinking about it carefully, it was not impossible to do so, and he had this kind of worry for a long time, but he hid it in his heart and didn't tell anyone.
Even his initiative to leave the Bamboo Sword Hall a few days ago had something to do with it, but Qin Xiuzi never mentioned it, and he kept his mouth shut.
He wasn't even sure if the people in the Bamboo Sword Hall knew that his mother had left him a cloth bag.
But Qin Xiuzi and the people of Zhujiantang were so good to themselves, they really had nothing else to ask for?
Thinking of this, Mu Chen was even more shaken.
If the Dao heart is unstable, the sword will not be able to hold it.
The ghost-faced man saw the opportunity, suddenly took out a handful of white powder from his arms and sprinkled it, turned over and rolled in the direction where the Qiankun bag was left, and there were words in his mouth.
Qiankun Bag felt the call, and quickly flew back to the palm of the ghost-faced man, and he laughed a few times again, and sacrificed a gear-shaped immortal weapon!
Mu Chen had never seen this kind of alien immortal weapon, and he hurriedly dodged with his sword.
But the immortal weapon attacked at a very fast speed, and spun rapidly in the air, and everywhere it passed, all the pointed things were cut off their heads, and they were instantly shortened by three points.
"Hahahaha, little doll, you want to fight with me, you're still very tender!"
The ghost-faced man laughed proudly, walking leisurely in the bamboo forest like chasing a lame prey, and the alien immortal weapon flew through the air, chasing Mu Chen who fled in an arc trajectory.
The bamboo sword is only the lowest-grade immortal weapon, and in the face of a high-grade immortal weapon with attack power and fast movement speed, it can only be easily shattered.
"Hehe, Mu boy, you better follow me honestly, otherwise it won't be good if my sun wheel accidentally cuts somewhere. ”
"You said that if a person's arms and legs are gone, can they still cultivate the Tao?"
"Hey, hey, hey, hey......"
The words are comical and cold, and the fear of death spreads.
Although Mu Chen had been in close contact with the moment of death more than once, those ghostly words, like a poisonous snake, followed him closely!
His heart was pounding and pounding, as if he was about to pop out of his body, and all that was left in his mind was the thought of Edgeworth flying away from here and going to the bamboo house for help.
But the ghost-faced man had already guessed his thoughts, and the sun wheel was always in the way between the mountain in front of the Bamboo Sword Hall and Mu Chen, forcing him to dodge the attack in the direction away from the front mountain, like a poor mouse being played by a cat.
Just wait for the old cat to get tired of it, and then give it a fatal blow!
The moon shadow hangs high, the long night continues, and the ghost-faced man finally gets tired of playing.
The sharp sun wheel slammed into the ground, completely blocking Mu Chen's way.
"Tsk, it's really boring, let's end it quickly, it's time to go back to cultivating the Dao Fa. ”
The ghost-faced man licked his lips and said something, and another purple light flew out of the Qiankun bag and rushed towards Mu Chen's legs, seemingly to make him unable to move.
Mu Chen hurriedly dodged, but suddenly tripped over a big stone under his feet, and his heart trembled.
He moved backwards in despair, but his whole body stiffened.
Thinking that he was about to become a fish on the board, what saved the world and what revenge was not avenged, he was left behind at this moment!
It's just that the threat is approaching step by step, and the huge difference in strength makes it impossible for him to turn over.
The ghostly words of the snake amplified the fear, and he completely lost the courage to face death.
'I'm going to die, and if I don't die, I'll be a waste......
'No, don't!'
'Who will save me, I don't want to die, I still want to live, I don't want to be a waste!'
His eyes widened, and the blade of death pierced through the white shirt, the stinging sensation like an electric current, and fear instantly ruled over his brain.
"Ah——!h
Mu Chen hugged his head, a painful cry suddenly came from his ears, he raised his head in shock, his heart beat wildly!
It happened so fast that the ignorant teenager only had time to breathe.
Mu Chen swallowed his saliva desperately, and after slowing down for a while, he slowly touched his legs, and found that they were still there, and there was a pitch-black blood-stained horn dagger next to him......
In the darkness of the night, a dark green light was rushing towards the ghost-faced man.
The Ghostface hurriedly raised the Sun Wheel to block the attack, but before the Sun Wheel could block it so green, the sword light had already passed through the Ghostface Man's body!
The shadow fell to the ground.
......
Mu Chen saw a familiar figure at this time, and he quickly got up from the ground.
"Master, Master?"
Mu Chen called him softly, Qin Xiuzi turned his head to see Mu Chen, nodded slightly, and beckoned to him.
"It's okay, you stay there first, don't be afraid, I have something to ask him. ”
Qin Xiuzi stood with his hands in his hands, the immortal sword hovering around him, and the dark green light weakened, still illuminating a three-foot radius.
Only then did Mu Chen see that although the ghost-faced man was lying on the ground, foaming blood from his mouth, he still had a breath.
"Tell me, how did you know that the Bamboo Sword Hall had accepted a disciple surnamed Mu?"
"Hey, I'm lucky, I casually inquired about the news under a few sect cities, and I heard that you have accepted apprentices here. ”
"Stinky Daoist, your luck is better than ours, hahahaha. ”
"Who else but you knows about this?"
"Old immortal stinky Taoist, of course this kind of thing must be kept secret, hehe, I don't want to be cut off, Wu Yiluo's baby is ours!"
The ghost-faced man almost tried to get up from the ground again, laughing, but every time he opened his mouth, blood gushed out like a spring, and it was terrible to see.
Mu Chen suddenly stopped walking towards Qin Xiuzi, and by the night, he secretly tore off the black cloth bag hanging around his neck, put it in his arms, and stopped moving forward.
Originally, Qin Xiuzi had the intention to ask again, but when he suddenly heard the name of the ghost-faced man come to the Wu clan, his face turned cold and he snorted coldly.
The dark green sword flashed, and a hole larger than the mouth of the bowl instantly appeared in the ghost-faced man's chest, and blood was dripping and slowly seeping into the ground.
The night is also like a thick inkstone, so deep that it can't be dissolved......
After disposing of the ghost-faced man, Qin Xiuzi walked towards Mu Chen with the fairy sword in his hand, his old face was full of worry and concern, but the killing intent around his body did not dissipate, and his white crane clothes were splashed with blood.
"Chen'er, why didn't you go back to the bamboo house to rest tonight?"
"The night in Zhushan is very humid, you have only been learning the avenue for a few days, and you sleep here like this, and your body is afraid that you can't stand this cold. ”
"And the back mountain barrier is weak, and it is easy for such thieves to sneak in, which is too dangerous. ”
Qin Xiuzi slowly approached, but in the face of such a person, Mu Chen suddenly felt a chill hit behind him.
He swallowed, and the hand holding the bamboo sword began to tremble, and he took half a step back.
"Master, it's okay......"
"I've slept on the mountains before, and this bit of humidity isn't a big deal......"
Seeing him like this, Qin Xiuzi's back of the man and woman who looked very similar to Mu Chen appeared in his mind again, and he sighed heavily.
"Chen'er, I will find out as soon as possible who leaked the news that you have entered my door, and I will also find your uncle to continue to strengthen the barrier in the back mountain. ”
"Don't worry, that won't be the case in the future. ”
"In a few years, when things have subsided and forgotten, there is no need to be afraid. ”
Qin Xiuzi walked up to Mu Chen and reached out to pat him on the shoulder.
Mu Chen subconsciously dodged, but halfway through his dodge, he suddenly realized his movements and froze sideways in place.
He looked up slowly, but saw the old face, and the brows were locked deeper.