Of course, Qian Ren couldn't ignore this specter's nonsense. As a killer, he was good at tracking. At this time, he took out a guiding incense and lit it, and a cloud of green smoke followed the bird's trail and drifted away. It is the direction of Zhujiaji.
Although Zhuge Qingtian is not very normal, he is still a serious ghost. His corpse itself contains great evil spirits, so the sedan chair he made will make the strong thief die at the touch of a button. If a mortal bird touches his head, it will be killed immediately by the suffocating energy. The reason why the bird is fine is because it is not a living thing.
Qian Ren also glanced at it earlier, the bird was full of blood and feathers, with four wings on its back and four legs on its belly. The soul-scaring bird is born from a wronged soul, and it is harmless to living creatures. It only wanders in the dead place every day and whines. Therefore, all the monks in the rivers and lakes know that there will be grievances in the place where there is this bird.
Now Xuanmen is in the limelight, and the magic cultivators are all living in Mobei with their tails between their tails. It is reasonable to say that it is when the world is at peace, and this bird has long since disappeared from the outside world. Qian Ren never expected to see one in such a place. Thought: Zhujiaji is an inconspicuous small town in the mountains, but there are so many ghosts gathered, it is no wonder that the master specially commissioned him to investigate.
With the mission in mind, Qian Ren's body silently blended into the night, so he used the escape technique to chase Qing Yan's direction.
The reason why Qianren can become the number one killer in the world is that this hand can be integrated with the surrounding environment at any time. The movement skills of traveling thousands of miles every day are indispensable. In the past, as long as he used his skills, no one could find traces, but today Zhuge Qingtian He chased after him effortlessly, and worriedly said beside him, "Miss, you said that the bird wouldn't eat my head, right?"
"The soul-scaring bird is also a ghost. It doesn't eat or drink every day, and it doesn't do anything except whine."
After responding to him casually, Qian Ren's eyes looking at Li Gui became deeper. At the Nascent Soul stage, he can already estimate the opponent's strength. He had clearly felt the fierce aura from this ghost that could fight for a fight, but as soon as the guy opened his eyes, his aura was gone, making him wonder what the hell was this ghost. What's the matter
Ghosts are different from humans. The resentment they generate when they die determines their strength. No matter how long it has passed, as long as the resentment is incomprehensible, it will not change. Unless they are captured by a demon cultivator and become a slave, they will not be able to advance. Even so, ghosts have different abilities according to their own way of dying. At present, monks only divide them into three stages: wandering ghosts, specter ghosts and ghosts and gods according to the characteristics of most ghosts.
Among them, wandering ghosts are lonely and wild ghosts with little ability to harm others. They only need to be enlightened by monks to re-enter reincarnation. Usually, when monks of the right way meet them, they will send them on the road to accumulate Yin virtue; The ferocious ghosts, these types of ghosts generally have their own unique means of harm, and they are also very threatening to monks. All sects will warn young disciples that they need to be accompanied by elders before they can go to subdue them; as for the three ghost realms today Ghosts and gods, his master He Huan only said one sentence - before Nascent Soul, he will die when he sees it.
Qian Ren heard that in the past, there were several sects of magic cultivators who specialized in the way of fighting ghosts. Therefore, he didn't believe the rumors that there were ghosts and gods in Zhujiaji. He just felt that these villagers in the mountains were really ignorant and fearless, and even dared to use the names of ghosts and gods.
How much power a ghost can exert all depends on the negative emotions in his heart. With Zhuge Qingtian's temperament, Qian Ren guessed that he would at most threaten a man's chastity. Although, as the man who was threatened, he wanted to exterminate this annoying ghost from time to time.
As if to verify his guess, Zhuge Qingtian's evaluation of the soul-scaring bird at this time is only one sentence, "If I look ugly like it, I will cry every day. Madam, you have successfully comforted me, even if I lose my head, I will look better than the bird. what."
No, there is no one to comfort you at all. Don't twist other people's words into inexplicable meanings without authorization.
Looking sideways at the ghost who was always fascinated by optimism, Qian Ren finally couldn't help but doubt: "Are you really a juren? The imperial court is so careless about employing people now?"
He was just asking casually, but Zhuge Qingtian laughed and pretended not to hear it when he was under various suspicions along the way, but when he heard this, he instantly became dissatisfied, and only shouted: "Ma'am, you can doubt my personality. But don't doubt my talent, I'll recite the sage's teachings to you now!"
He didn't expect his reaction to be so big, Qian Ren was naturally not interested in discussing these sage classics, and only said: "Forget it, I have a headache when I listen to Xuanmen's religious things."
Xuanmen was established as the state religion 20 years ago, and its words of admonition are also necessary books for scientific examinations. Although Zhuge Qingtian did not know about cultivation, he also knew something about Xuanmen, and finally found a couple. How could they give up the common topic they all knew, and hurriedly asked: "Miss, you seem to be a martial artist who only knows how to dance with swords and swords. Did you know the teachings of saints?"
"My master liked these things and read them to me since I was a child."
Speaking of his own master Qian Ren, who was obviously a demon cultivator who wanted to save the world and martyred himself, also gave him a headache. It's a pity that although his master taught him all kinds of sage books since he was a child, he still stubbornly chose to enter the Dao and avoid it perfectly. Opened up all noble virtues, and grew into a very pure magic cultivator.
Just when Qian Ren sighed that he was indeed a natural demon cultivator, Zhuge Qingtian looked at this person, thinking that if he had an apprentice who taught him the teachings of a saint every day, he would become like this when he grew up, I was afraid that he would vomit blood. Now, he couldn't help sighing, "Then you are really a rebel."
Qian Ren was raised by his master, and he treated that person as his own father since he was a child. Hearing this, he instantly became unhappy, but because of the truth of this matter, he felt that he was really out of breath. So he stopped with a blank face, and casually touched a watermelon from the ground next to him and pressed it on the man's neck, and sneered: "I see that you don't have a head and you are too conspicuous when you walk on the road, so you wear this melon costume. Be yourself and have a head."
Even if Zhuge Qingtian's thinking was eight blocks away from a normal person, he knew that a headless ghost wouldn't blend harmoniously into the crowd just because of a melon on his head. I don't know where to provoke the other party, but I still couldn't help sighing: "Miss, can you flirt with me in a normal way? I can't respond to you with a melon poem."
In this regard, the big killer who never knew what flirting was and had no target to flirt with just clenched his fists and replied, "If you say nonsense again, I will blow your melon with one punch."
That's all, although it's a watermelon, the lady put it on for him anyway, and now the lady has to snatch his head back for him. It's better than the woman who cheated him to go to the bandit camp to die after taking all his money as a betrothal gift. Thousands of times. Besides, isn't this melon green and oily also very eye-catching? He is now walking in the mass graves and will definitely be watched by everyone, and no one can ignore his existence.
With a strong inner heart, Zhuge Qingtian became happy in just a moment, but before he worked hard to compose a poem for this melon to let the lady see his talents, a familiar town appeared in front of him. Looking at the wooden sign engraved with the three characters of Zhujiaji at the entrance, he stopped involuntarily and asked reluctantly, "Miss, this place is not good, let's not go in."
Seeing him like this, he knew that this Guiding had something to do with Zhujiaji. He was here to investigate and naturally he wouldn't back down. He just asked, "Aren't you looking for someone else?"
"This melon is a gift from you. I decided to wear it every day to feel your tenderness around your fingers. It doesn't matter if you have your head or not."
Li Guiyuan is a soul, but only because he was reluctant to bear his own body would be attached to the corpse, and without a head, it would have no effect. However, it is not a good thing to die without a corpse after all. Zhuge Qingtian was so concerned about his opponent, but when he saw Zhu Jiaji, he said these words, which was obviously scruples.
Thinking of this, Qian Ren felt more and more strange, so he walked forward on his own, "Then you can squat in the melon field, I want to see what the sacredness is hidden in this Zhujiaji."
Seeing him fleeing into the town's alley in an instant, Zhuge Qingtian didn't catch up immediately, just frowned and looked at the street, as if he was quite scruples. However, before he hesitated for a moment, a scream came from the alley. The voice was very shrill, and he was suddenly shocked, and hurriedly floated over, and immediately shouted: "Don't be afraid, madam, I will definitely protect you! "
Then, he saw the murder scene where a certain killer put his foot on the wall and played with the dagger to figure out where to start. Glancing at him casually, Qian Ren didn't care about anyone watching, just pointed a dagger at the tip of the man's nose, and asked coldly, "Tell me, why are ghosts and gods sacrificed here? Who are the ghosts and gods sacrificed? Satisfied, I will peel your skin first."
investigation? Forensics? I'm sorry, that's the investigative method of righteous chivalrous men. It is the best method of demon cultivators to seize opponents and torture them one by one to extract confessions. Qianren, by chance, is a very pure demon cultivator. .
So, watching Zhao Kuai, who was so frightened that his calf was trembling, Zhuge Qingtian helped the melon around his neck, and instantly felt at ease. Well, perhaps compared to his fierce lady, the villagers here need to be protected more...
However, he didn't seem to consider how terrifying his image of wearing a red shirt and a melon on his neck was. Although Qian Ren was brutal, he was still a person. The hunter who didn't know the magic cultivator could barely keep his mind. Zhuge Qingtian appeared, and suddenly he couldn't hold back and shouted: "Melon... melon... melon has become essence!"
"… "
Seeing that the captured Zha Kuai rolled his eyes and fainted, Qian Ren finally confirmed a terrifying reality—he was at odds with this ghost, absolutely!
The author has something to say: Zhuge Qingtian: The intimacy between me and my wife is improving rapidly, and he also gave me a green melon.
Qianren (indifferent): I feel like I live in two worlds with him.
Innocent melon farmer: Which goddamn thief stole my melon!