"who's that person?"
The sound of the old god stick sounded like the complaining of a boudoir, and seemed to wake up the ghost.
The weird man in the windbreaker looked at Tao Wenguang's house, and at the same time, saw the old magic stick behind the window on the second floor of Tao Wenguang's house.
I don't know if the weird man in the windbreaker took the old magic stick on the second floor of Tao Wenguang as Tao Wenguang, he seemed to be stimulated, roar! !
The strange man in the windbreaker let out a hoarse roar, suddenly went crazy, and rushed towards Fang Zheng who was close at hand.
But Fangzheng's reaction was faster.
The sole of the foot kicked the knife box next to his feet, and a pile of mud exploded from the knife box, which flew up into the air. Fangzheng's five fingers grabbed one end and pushed it forward heavily.
The weird man in the windbreaker subconsciously wanted to split the knife case with his fingers, but boom!
As soon as the ten fingers touched the knife case, the cinnabar ink line on the surface of the knife case suddenly glowed with hot blood, it was evil warding cinnabar!
In ancient times, cinnabar has always been regarded as the most yang thing for town houses, avoiding evil spirits, and exorcising evil spirits.
Therefore, the ancients mostly used ink thread with rooster blood, or ink thread with cinnabar to seal coffins and suppress evil.
Fangzheng didn't know that the cinnabar on the ink line was still the original cinnabar, but when the ghost touched the ink line, boom, the weird man in the windbreaker was blown away on the spot by the burst of Zhiyang's scorching breath.
At the same time, Fangzheng's five fingers continued to hold the end of the knife box, and caught up with the windbreaker.
boom!
The knife box was facing down, and fell straight towards his chest with a loud noise. Due to the huge inertia, the windbreaker's body was smashed into a U shape, and his back hit the concrete floor heavily.
The hard concrete ground seemed to be hit by a steel cannonball, bang, and suddenly sank downwards, cracking a pit several centimeters deep, but the knife box was still unabated, poof!
Straight through the sternum, viscera, spine.
It actually directly blasted through the windbreaker's body.
Boom! Finally collided with the cement road!
Until this moment, the windbreaker turned his limbs up in a U shape, and then he drooped powerlessly, and fell to the ground stiff and motionless.
Just at this moment, the hat that had been covering the face of the monster in the windbreaker slipped off due to violent movements, revealing a very ugly face.
This is a face full of scars, full of pitted scars left after the flesh was cut off, even the nose was cut off, and the muscles at the corners of the mouth were severed to reveal the horrible gums.
This is the tortured person before death!
The most deadly wound was the sharp cut on the neck, which also explained why there was always a hissing sound of air leakage every time he spoke.
It was such a ghost that Fang Zheng was smashed to death by the knife box without even drawing out the ghost knife.
This scene, on the contrary, startled the old magic stick behind the windowsill on the second floor, and wanted to come out to help, but Fangzheng stopped him: "Old magic stick, protect the other people on the second floor."
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Just as the words fell, there was a jingle... There was a crisp sound of metal falling to the ground.
I saw an antique copper coin falling from the windbreaker monster on the ground.
This is a copper coin of the Qing Dynasty, with the words "copper coin of the Qing Dynasty" engraved on the front and a dragon on the back.
At the same time, several brilliance flew up from the Qing copper coin, trying to get into Fangzheng's body, Fangzheng narrowed his eyes slightly vigilantly, and covered those brilliance with the Nine Sun God Gang.
Feeling it carefully, Fangzheng's eyes brightened sharply, revealing a look of shock.
It is the majestic energy of life essence... This is actually the yang energy that was borrowed from the previous deceased, that is, the life span!
The big Qing copper coin in front of me can actually continue to live!
Increase life expectancy!
Since ancient times, how many emperors through the ages have finally fallen on the road of pursuing longevity. It is conceivable that the temptation of this immortality to the world.
But now, there is a road that can make people live forever, which is placed in front of Fangzheng.
"Tempting to fall? Mental pollution?"
"Captain Fei once said that the abilities of the Necromancer are evil, strange, cursed, depraved, and heresy... It seems that this copper coin of Qing Dynasty is the 'degenerated' of these major abilities."
As early as the beginning, Fang Zheng had already guessed that this was another dark pollution caused by the leakage of a ghost weapon.
At this moment, the expression on his face was calm.
There are already two of the ghost artifacts destroyed by him, the incomplete face of the night and the time-blocking pocket watch.
Although two times before and after, the underworld weapon was not of full strength, one was a defective product, and the other was just suppressed by the curse on him... But half a month ago, he was able to kill a hundred-year-old ghost by himself, Today, half a month later, the strength is only strong but not weak. Therefore, Fangzheng is not afraid, and can even continue to remain calm.
"Isn't it immortal... If you can really live forever, if you are so heaven-defying, you won't be just a ghost weapon, should you be called a god?" The knife box opened, and Fangzheng pulled out the ghost head knife bit by bit.
The icy breath on the handle of the knife made Fangzheng's impetuous mood gradually calm down.
His face was indifferent, and just as he was speaking, the masculine scorching aura of the Nine Suns Divine Gang suddenly ignited, instantly burning the controlled life essence to ashes. Then, the other hand held the handle of the knife, his face was cold, and the tip of the knife hit the copper coin of the Qing Dynasty heavily on the ground.
"You still don't understand the thinking of modern people! How could there be a bull in the sky!!"
"Blast me!"
Puchi!
The blade sank into the ground and did not stab the copper coins of the Qing Dynasty on the ground.
It was empty.
Fangzheng's eyes were sharp, and he found that the picture in front of him disappeared, and the person appeared in a small town.
The people in the small town are all pale and thin, and everyone's face is numb. This is a poor and backward era, it seems to be the Republic of China
Fangzheng narrowed his eyes slightly, there was a cold light flickering in them, and he stood still. Soon, he found that the faces around him were originally numb, like a walking dead townsman, and the focus of both eyes was looking behind him.
Fangzheng turned around.
A disheveled, tattered woman wrapped in many dirty and worn quilts and pieces of cloth as clothes, ignoring the sewage flowing streets, barefoot, seems to be a mentally abnormal, crazy fool, with a smile on her face. Looking at the smirk of three or four-year-old children, they are coming from a distance.
But this is a fool with a big belly.
She is pregnant.
And it seems that it has been eight or nine months.
"The idiot is here again."
"Bah, why did this unlucky crazy woman come into town again?"
"Shameless bastard."
"A fool is pregnant, and I don't know how many men's bastards are in this belly. There must be men lying on her dirty body every day."
"A fool who can't even support himself, but now has a big belly, which is still getting bigger day by day. How do you think this fool raised the child in his stomach?"
"This crazy woman is an unlucky crazy woman, kill this unlucky crazy woman!"
The originally insensitive townspeople on the street seem to have found an outlet for this poor and insensitive era, and they have found a weak target that they can wantonly bully. More and more people began to pick up roadside stones and throw them at fools one after another.
(end of this chapter)