There was no distress or dirt on Fangzheng's body.
Because at the last moment, he relied on the Golden Bell Shade to carry through the ruins and bury him.
Fortunately, the tunnel was not dug deep, otherwise, although he could come out, it would never be as easy as it is now.
boom!
What Fangzheng was carrying in his hand had completely disappeared. It was smashed into a bloody mass by him, and he threw it on the ground casually.
But even with such a serious injury, the bloody mass on the ground is not dead, but still wriggling like a living thing. This scene is a bit bloody.
If it were an ordinary person, this would be a fatal injury.
Taking a closer look, there are a few pieces of familiar yellow cloth vaguely stained on the surface of the meat ball, like fragments of a Taoist robe. The identity of this ball of flesh and blood seems self-evident...
Fangzheng held the handle of the knife and poured Zhiyang's true energy into it, poof!
The scorching hot Yang Qi on the blade burned the whole mass of meat on the ground, especially glaring under the night, turning into a blazing fire mass, and finally completely turned into the scorched black ash all over the place.
Ordinary Soul Qi from Feng Daochang +1.
Ordinary spirit energy
No, the one who can bear so many attacks from him without dying is at least a ghost-eating ghost. Logically speaking, it should be a special soul energy, right
Is it because this is just a remnant soul
Fangzheng was startled at first, but then he revealed a contemplative expression. He actually only obtained ordinary soul energy. This result was unexpected, but it was reasonable.
These people who fell in the blessed land were trapped for life and could not die, so Fangzheng guessed that the people he saw in front of him should be similar to some kind of remnant souls.
What comes out now is just a broken soul with three souls and seven souls.
No wonder these ghosts even forgot their own names, and they all went crazy.
However, Fangzheng still hadn't figured out what secrets were hidden under this tunnel
Just when Fangzheng was planning to explore the tunnel again, suddenly, outside the Taoist temple in the dead of night, there was a hasty knock on the door.
"Daoist, are you resting, Daoist?"
"Today, the little girl wants to come to Guanli and put up a pillar to pray for her son's incense."
It was the voice of a young woman, constantly beating on the door of the Taoist temple.
Are you sick.
Ask for a child to find the child-giving lady next door.
In the middle of the night, I came to find a Taoist priest to ask for a child.
Fangzheng complained inwardly.
He wanted to pretend that there was no one in the Taoist temple, and he didn't want to pay attention to it, so as not to cause trouble, but the woman outside kept beating on the gate, and shouted into the Taoist temple: "Master Taoist, I saw a fire appearing in the Taoist temple. In the Taoist temple, the Taoist priest takes pity on the little girl, so let the little girl enter the temple to seek a child once."
The fire light that the woman outside the door mentioned was exactly the fire light produced by Fangzheng burning the meatball Feng Daochang.
Hearing the non-stop movement outside the door, Fangzheng couldn't help frowning.
He was worried that if someone outside knocked it down again, the movement here would definitely cause him other bigger troubles.
The most important thing is that Feng Daochang was beaten to death by him just now with both fists.
Even if he opened the door, where can he find another Feng Daochang for the other party
But he couldn't just let the outsiders go.
In order to prevent further troubles, Fangzheng straightened his Taoist robe, carefully recalled how the old magic stick used to fool people in the past, and went to open the door.
It seems that this time he will return to the dove to occupy the magpie's nest and pretend to be a fake Taoist priest. As for the secrets under the tunnel, anyway, the tunnel collapsed, and it will not be able to be excavated for a while, and the secrets under the tunnel will not escape, so I should first think about how to get rid of the crazy women outside the door who are eager to ask for a child in the middle of the night.
"Come on, come on, don't smash the door anymore, if you smash it down, the door will collapse." Following Fangzheng's voice, creaking, the door of the Taoist temple opened from the inside.
"Ah, Taoist priest, you really haven't rested yet!"
A woman's surprised voice sounded outside the door.
At this time, Fangzheng also saw clearly the person who had been knocking on the door. This was a young woman in her early twenties, of average appearance, neither beautiful nor ugly, with big and clean eyes.
"Daozhang, excuse me... Hey, what is this on your back, Daoist?" The woman looked curiously at the guitar backpack on Fangzheng's back.
Fangzheng replied calmly: "If I say that besides being a Taoist priest, I am also a musician of national classical percussion instruments. It should be reasonable to use music to cultivate my sentiments and cultivate my mind and character?"
The woman outside the door who offered incense in the middle of the night to pray for a child did not doubt Fang Zheng's identity at all, and really entered the Taoist temple to pray for a child.
Fangzheng didn't care which hall was the best for seeking a child, so he took her directly to the Patriarch Hall at the front.
The Patriarch Hall is at the outermost edge. He was worried that the battle traces in the Taoist temple would be discovered by the woman in front of him, so he simply took her to the Patriarch Hall.
Along the way, the woman was surprisingly quiet.
When I came to the back of the Patriarch Hall, I just concentrated on burning incense and praying, as if this trip was really just sincerely offering incense to pray for a son, and there was nothing unusual about it.
It's just that Fang Zheng became more and more impatient as he waited.
Fangzheng pretended to be the Taoist master of the Lingshan Taoist Temple. He originally thought that offering incense and praying for a child would be very fast, but he didn't know that almost half an hour passed, and the woman was still in an endless posture.
So motionless and devout with eyes closed, is it true that ghosts also have faith? But when Fangzheng looked at the other party carefully again, he realized that something was wrong.
The woman was begging for a child, and she was fine, everything was normal. But begging and begging, why did you start to shed halazi
At first, it was less and not obvious, but later, it was very obvious.
It's like being hungry for a long time, suddenly I can't hold it anymore, my saliva is dripping...
The woman was obviously closing her eyes and praying sincerely, but the moaning in her mouth was still dripping down... as if she was almost unbearably hungry.
Fang Zheng's gaze immediately sank.
There is definitely something wrong with this female ghost, she is not as kind as she looks on the surface, with clean and clear eyes.
At this time, the woman was still kneeling in front of the statue to pray for a son, but she was drooling more and more, and there was already a large pool of water stains on the ground. Just when the woman's eyes seemed to be closed, it seemed that she was about to pray When it was over, when he opened his eyes again, the knife flashed and the head rolled down.
No hesitation!
Fangzheng took the lead!
He attacked directly from behind and violently chopped off the woman's head.
Ordinary spirit energy from a child-seeking woman +1.
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Suddenly, there was another hasty knock on the door outside the Taoist temple...
"Daoist, are you resting, Daoist?"
"Today, the little girl wants to come to Guanli and put up a pillar to pray for her son's incense."
It was still the familiar female voice, the familiar rhythm of slamming on the door, and the exact same scene was re-enacted.
Fang's face changed slightly, should he open the door this time
What is this woman trying to do? !
(end of this chapter)