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Chapter 193: threaten me?

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If it continues to develop normally, it will be your turn to show off your skills, find a way to expel the ghosts that hang over the villages in Luoxin block, and defeat the former subordinates of the altar master, and this world will be clean, right

Song Shuhang sighed secretly when he saw the large piece of ghost energy above his head.

In the final analysis, he is just a little monk in the realm of the first rank and two orifices, and he has not practiced Buddhist or Taoist scriptures that exorcise evil spirits.

Although he has eight powerful 'Evil Suppression Talismans' on his body, the range that the 'Evil Suppression Talisman' can cover is limited, and even if he uses all the evil smashing talismans in one breath, he will not be able to expel all the ghosts over the village.

Therefore, good steel is used on the blade. If you want to restore the village of Luo Xinxing block to a clean, it is best to cut off the source of ghost qi, find the subordinates of the altar master, and destroy them. Eight 'Evil Talismans' are used to deal with the subordinates of the altar master.

As long as the behind-the-scenes messenger who drives the ghosts is knocked down, and when the sun comes out, the ghosts here will naturally dissipate.

Well, it is useless to think about it so much - Song Shuhang, who doesn't even know where the enemy is, can only wait for the enemy to appear, and then look at the strength of the enemy.

If the enemy is weak - then do it!

If the enemy is strong - still do it! He has a thunder in his palm, a sword talisman, an armor talisman, a bronze ring, a one-time flying sword, and a Doudou dog hair. If he really uses it, it will be no problem to knock out a few people who are stronger than him!

If it really doesn't work... At least he still has the 'Ten Thousand Miles Flying Escape Technique', and he can fly to Senior White's side in one breath. At that time, no matter what, Senior White will support him.

While thinking about it, Grandpa Tubo welcomed the three of Shuhang into the house.

"Everyone, come in, I picked some bayberry in the past few days, it's sweet."

Grandma Tubo had already prepared a sumptuous meal, which was considered to be for the three of Song Shuhang to wash away the dust. When the three of them drove all the way, they didn't even eat.

"Grandpa, you called me the day before yesterday to tell me that there was something wrong with the evil sect in the village. What happened?" During the meal, Tubo asked, he was still a little worried about grandpa.

Grandpa sighed inwardly, although the mysterious little girl was not there, but since Tubo mentioned this matter, he was not bored: "There have been several strange things that happened in the village recently, first of all the part when you entered the village Mountain Road, do you still have an impression?"

Tubo nodded and heard his grandfather mention it on the phone.

"In five days there, there were three traffic accidents on that mountain road." Grandpa Tubo said solemnly: "It wasn't that the two cars collided, and the owner of the car didn't drive tiredly or under the influence. He just drove and drove like this. Then... all of a sudden the front windshield was slashed as if it had hit something sharp, and the car rolled over on the side of the road. Three traffic accidents, all the same."

If only together, it can also be regarded as an accident. But if there are three identical bizarre traffic accidents, something is wrong.

"Besides that, about ten days ago, there was a strange disease in the village." Grandpa Tubo frowned and said, "Many old people in the village feel weak and lack energy, thinking about it all day long. Sleep. At first, only one or two elderly people had this strange disease, but later more and more people became ill, and now one-third of the elderly in the village have this kind of weakness more or less.”

"Have you been to the hospital? Isn't it an infectious disease?" Tubo asked worriedly.

"This is the really strange thing. All the elderly people who are sick have gone to the hospital to check from the beginning to the end, but there is only one cause - that is, they have been too tired recently. The doctor promised that they need more rest and take some supplements. And , except for the old people, all young people are fine." Tubo was fair, and even he was feeling a little tired recently.

Song Shuhang stuffed a bayberry into his mouth and nodded secretly. Young people are fine because young people are physically strong. When the 'subordinates of the altar master' send ghosts to absorb human 'qi and blood', they only absorb it in a small amount. So young people can hold on, but old people feel weak, powerless, and sleepy.

"Then there is the cemetery at the back of our village." Grandpa Tubo said with a wry smile: "The guy guarding the tomb, Huang Menya, said that he saw a few ghostly figures with his own eyes, wandering there in the middle of the night. It jumped up to a height of more than ten meters and disappeared without a trace."

On the hill behind Luojie Street, there is a small and medium-sized public tomb, and Huang Menya guards the tomb.

"Yellow Incisor is dizzy, isn't it?" Tu Bo snorted coldly, obviously not fond of this guy nicknamed Huang Incisor.

"We thought so too at first, but then a few people took turns to accompany Huang Menya to spend two nights in the cemetery, and saw a few figures that disappeared with a 'swish'." Grandpa Tubo sighed and asked. It's not because he is a little old, he wants to go to Huang Menya's place to watch for two nights in person.

The cemetery in the back mountain? Song Shuhang's heart moved. Could it be that there is the scope of activities of the altar master's subordinates

In addition, Grandpa Tubo said seven or eight strange things.

It is precisely because of the outbreak of so many strange things that Grandpa Tubo, an old man who firmly believes that 'science is power, believes in science, and rejects superstition', has a chill in his heart and feels that something is wrong.

Li Yangde listened quietly, and finally sighed secretly. If so many things happened around him, he would have to wonder if there was a ghost.

"Grandpa, should we go and prepare some black dog blood?" Tu Bo joked.

Grandpa Tubo stretched out his chopsticks and tapped him gently: "Don't talk nonsense, I just feel shabby and want to ask you to accompany me, the old man."

Tubo smiled.

After drinking and eating, a few people drank tea and began to chat.

Grandpa Tubo is a very chatty person. With him around, you don't have to worry about being cold.

After chatting for a while, Song Shuhang stretched his waist and said with a smile, "Grandpa, I'm going out for a walk and moving my body. After driving for five hours just now, my whole body is stiff."

"Am I with you?" Tubo blurted out.

Song Shuhang pointed to his feet and smiled without saying a word.

Yang De laughed out loud.

After leaving Tubo's grandfather's house, Song Shuhang first returned to the car, took a long item from his bag, and carried it on his back.

This is the Baobingba broken knife.

Then, his eyes fell on a ghost floating on the roof of Tubo's house. It was a newly born ghost, transparent, not even the lowest-level ghost soldier, at most a wandering ghost.

It has been swimming at the door of Grandpa Tubo's house, but it did not break in, obviously attracting Song Shuhang to come out.

When Song Shuhang came out, the wandering spirit began to swim in front... After swimming 100 meters away, he stopped and waited for Song Shuhang.

Are you trying to lead me over? Song Shuhang secretly said.

With his hands in his pockets, he held a 'Evil Amulet' in his left hand, and a 'Shield Amulet' in his right hand, and just followed behind the wandering soul.

Walking, walking, and finally wandering soul stopped on the roof of an ordinary third-floor small building, the door was ajar, obviously waiting for Song Shuhang to enter.

Song Shuhang stepped forward, gently opened the door, and entered.

There was no one in the room, only one landline was in a hands-free state.

"Hehe, you are here. Sure enough, you killed the ghost soldiers at the entrance of the village?" A male voice with obvious falsetto came from the landline.

Song Shuhang frowned, the other party was really cautious.

"Are you the controller of that ghost soldier?" Song Shuhang said solemnly, trying to get some information out of the other party's words.

"Hehe, that ghost soldier is indeed under our control, but I didn't expect that a righteous monk like you would come over so quickly. Fortunately, your strength is not as strong as we imagined." The man on the phone had a strange voice.

Song Shuhang snorted coldly, I only have a cultivation base of rank one and two orifices, can I really be sorry

"Let's get down to business, forget the stupid ghost soldier you killed before. However, we advise you to be quiet for the next few days, stay in the village for a few days and then leave... Between us, well Water doesn't make river water! Otherwise, if we annoy us, we will immediately unleash all the ghosts, causing everyone in the entire village to die due to 'exhaustion of blood and energy'. How many ghosts can you stop by yourself?" That The man on the phone said in a deep voice.

"Are you threatening me?" Song Shuhang said calmly.

"Hehe, you can think so - we didn't mean to kill people, after all, the times are different now, and we don't want to do anything about Tu Village. We just need to absorb two more days of qi and blood quietly, and then we will leave. Here. Wouldn't it be great for you and us to spend the past two days in peace?" The man on the phone said coldly, "Don't force us to kill, we don't want to kill, but that doesn't mean we won't. kill!"

"Haha." Song Shuhang chuckled.

Suddenly, he took a step forward and punched the phone hard.

boom…

The phone was smashed to pieces by his punch, and a cloud of black mist came out of it.

It's just a ghost.

From the very beginning, no man made a hands-free phone call - only a ghost was hiding in the phone to communicate with Song Shuhang.

Not a subordinate of the altar master.

"The next time you play the phone... Please at least plug in the phone line? You are stupid, don't be stupid." Song Shuhang turned around and punched the black ghost with another punch.

"Damn, you found out." The black ghost mist changed for a while, and finally turned into a man in black armor. It has the same armor as the ghost soldier at the entrance of the village, but the man transformed by the ghost fog in front of him is a ghost general.

The ghost general corresponds to the realm of the second-rank monk. And unlike ghost soldiers, ghost generals have already awakened most of their memories and possessed a certain level of sanity.

The ghost general stretched out his hand and raised a large shield on his arm, blocking Song Shuhang's punch.

boom…

Song Shuhang took a step back, and the ghost general was also knocked backwards.

It's not how powerful Song Shuhang's punch is, but the ghost general is in a weak state. Just like the 'Ghost General Kuyou' who was secretly brought on the train by the altar master's subordinates back then, he was in a weak period.