"The world of gods and ghosts?"
Wu Ming looked ignorant and innocent, so he wouldn't be so stupid as to admit that he was prepared.
"How is it possible? A medium-sized dungeon is only available on Hong level difficulty, and it's still a world where ghosts and ghosts exist..."
On the other side, Tu Yanghao's complexion changed completely, even the cold-faced swordsman and the young woman in sarong skirt next to Wu Ming didn't look very good.
"Dare to ask this sister, is the flood-level mission of the main temple difficult?"
Wu Ming approached the young woman, bowed and asked.
"Hehe... Mr. Xiaolang can really talk, my sister's name is Shanlan, how about you?"
Obviously Wu Ming's skin is not bad, at least the attribute of innate charm is quite high, it is difficult to make people feel disgusted, Shan Lan's smile is trembling, and it also adds a bit of charming style.
"Little brother is nameless!"
Since the other party gave him a nickname, Wu Ming naturally followed suit.
"The little brother Wuming is good!"
Shan Lan chuckled: "Sister likes a smart little man like you! Today I will send you a message! The task of the main temple is the easiest at the Huang level, and then it is the Hong level. According to the past practice, it should be just a small scene. The difficulty is also low, the enemies are at the first level of Xiantian and Waigang at most, and there are very few scenes of ghosts and monsters... But now, the difficulty has been significantly increased... "
Speaking of this, even a trace of worry appeared on her face.
"It's no wonder that Tu Yanghao looked so complacent before, but now he's turned into a hot pot ant. It's no wonder that he went fishing with a leisurely vacation mentality, and finally touched the great white shark. That's how it feels... "
But Wu Ming felt sweaty when he heard it: "This change...doesn't it have something to do with me?"
He had a vague guess, perhaps, it was because the jade pendant he brought complemented the part of the main temple, which made the world more real and made the world more difficult.
'So... what is the purpose of the main temple? It's not always just for fun, is it? '
A light of thought flashed in Wu Ming's eyes, but he said loudly: "Everyone... At this time, the mission has us rushing to Heitai County, but there is no time limit. Does this mean that there must be danger along the way, forcing us We have to go?"
"This statement is very reasonable!"
But Tu Yanghao said: "Now... we have to work together!"
As soon as these words came out, even Shan Lan and the other cold-faced swordsman were a little moved, but Wu Ming shook his head: "Thank you for your kindness, but I am used to being alone!"
He refused without hesitation!
When Tu Yanghao heard this, his expression suddenly darkened.
"This friend..."
Tu Yanghao wanted to say something else, but there were shadows of trees dancing all around him, and there was the sound of sobbing, like a ghost crying!
Woohoo!
It was dark in the morning, amidst the thick fog, and the whining and crying sounds from all around could make one's scalp tingle.
Even, within the white mist, a faint black figure emerged, bleeding from the seven orifices, and died in a terrible state.
"Lonely Ghost?!"
A title appeared in Wu Ming's mind, but he was not very afraid.
After all, in the world of Da Zhou, such things are also indispensable, and the real wandering ghosts can at most make some sneaky and scary sounds, and are restrained by masculinity and filth.
"Hey!"
At this time, among the newcomers who had just got up, a young man wearing a Confucian shirt and a scholar's square scarf, who seemed to be a scholar, stood up and shouted at the ghost: "Bright day, bright heaven and earth, wait for the ghost, don't you go away? !"
Bark!
His words were powerful and resounding, and it seemed that there was an invisible force field expanding.
When the ghost touched this, it immediately felt as if cold water met boiling oil. It sizzled and screamed, and disappeared into the darkness.
"Oh? I didn't expect that there is actually a scholar who cultivates awe-inspiring spirit!"
Wu Ming's eyes lit up.
This kind of ghost, even a warrior can yell out loudly, and even ordinary people can bite their tongues and blood, and they can yell back, but the effect will definitely not be as good as this scholar!
There is a saying in Confucianism: I am good at cultivating awe-inspiring spirit!
This awe-inspiring aura is the unique supernatural power of Confucianism! If you have reached the stage of a great Confucian who is famous all over the world, it is really a casual drink. Even the ghost king will retreat, and even the demon who has practiced sorcery will be restless, and the magic power will be greatly reduced!
Of course, this scholar is still far from reaching this level, but he still has a sense of righteousness in his chest. He has read a lot of books, and it is more than enough for a child to go to the Imperial Examination of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
"This young man..."
Tu Yanghao curled his lips, and a person next to him immediately stepped forward, obviously trying to win him over.
In any case, a Confucian scholar who cultivates awe-inspiring spirit is quite useful in this world of ghosts and gods.
"No..."
But Wu Ming's scalp tightened suddenly, and his back went numb: "How can there be lonely ghosts in any place? Isn't this kind of thing born, and there are ghost soldiers, land, city gods and other yin gods to guide it? Or is this... just a dark place at all?!"
"Look!"
Shan Lan screamed, but in the mist, more and more phantoms emerged, all of them were lonely ghosts with pale faces and nothing under their feet.
Even in the center of the ghost group, where the mountain mist is thick, there are traces of black air emerging, making strange laughter.
"Ghost!"
Wu Ming murmured.
If wandering ghosts are equivalent to ordinary people, then ghosts are at least at the level of elite soldiers.
"There are... so many of them!"
The scholar before was also pale. He knew that with his energy-raising skills, he could see his nature clearly, and all evils would not invade him. Even ten or eight wild ghosts would not be able to get close to him, but fierce ghosts are different! This ghost has yin energy, if you don't count the consumption, three or five strokes can make it difficult for you to continue, and finally swarm up.
Even if the warrior is full of vigor and masculinity, if he is haunted by a ghost, he may suffer a serious illness at the least, or die at the worst.
The mountain fog is getting thicker, but the footsteps of the ghosts are getting closer.
"Everyone gather together, don't have any thoughts of fear in your heart, we are very popular, we are together, under the unity of our will, ghosts dare not commit crimes, let's rush out together!"
Tu Yanghao said in a deep voice, with a majesty of his own.
But Wu Ming didn't say a word, and suddenly rushed into the fog.
"Is this man a fool?"
Shan Lan and the others looked at each other, but their eyes gradually widened.
Because after Wu Ming went deep into the mist, those ghosts retreated away impressively, even those streaks of black air did the same.
"Cultivator?! No, it's Nakikimaru!"
Tu Yanghao exclaimed in surprise, but there was a hint of envy and regret in his tone.
With his net worth, a Quekikimaru is naturally nothing, but every time the task is finished, do you just change it for this
Do you want to improve your martial arts mentality? Do you need to prepare supplementary medicine? There are also items to prevent witchcraft, voodoo, and Taoism, and even meritorious deeds reserved just in case...
Basically, after a comprehensive exchange, those who specialize in restraining ghosts, it is not bad to have a few evil-breaking talismans.
Where, like Wu Ming, knowing the specific information, and then aiming at the exchange, the effect is naturally extraordinary.
"However... This newcomer, can we all be replaced by those who specialize in restraining ghosts? If you are so careless, you will suffer a loss sooner or later!"
Tu Yanghao sneered in his heart, and immediately put on an awe-inspiring look on his face, and quickly lined up. The scholar with awe-inspiring aura was the first, followed by several blood alliance members, Shan Lan and the cold-faced swordsman, one on the left and the other on the right. Scalp and rush into the mist.
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"It's quite interesting, too!"
Wu Ming hung the sachet of Que Guiwan on his arm, and looked at the gray and white wandering souls that couldn't be avoided, getting deeper and deeper, but his face showed a thoughtful expression.
In Dazhou, the system of yin and gods is complete, and humans and ghosts go their separate ways, but there are not so many wandering souls for him to feast his eyes on.
But at this time, seeing the numb and pale faces of these old and weak women and children, ordinary people would have been fighting with both hands, almost fleeing in despair.
"Ghost?"
Wu Ming looked at the black air in front of him, but he was only a little afraid of the Quekimaru on his body. He looked eager to try, couldn't help smiling, and patted the long cloth strip on his back.
Swish!
The mahogany sword exuding the color of copper was in his hand in an instant, and with a sneer, he stabbed straight at it.
The mahogany sword can ward off ghosts and gods, and in addition to his own physical body at the peak of the fifth level, he almost already has four or five points of innate power.
"ah!"
Li Gui let out a scream, and was scattered by the sword qi, and traces of gray and black qi emerged, but they couldn't gather together.
Seeing this scene, the surrounding ghosts retreated even more, avoiding Wu Ming.
"It's a pity... there are no merit points..."
Wu Ming withdrew his long sword, curled his lips expressionlessly, and looked behind him, realizing that he had no idea how far he had thrown those people away.
"I don't know how many copies there are in Heitai County's list?"
Wu Ming went straight all the way, and found that after walking out of the thick fog, a small road appeared in the mountains, and after walking down for half an hour, there were some people.
"It turns out that there is only one way down the mountain..."
Wu Ming looked back and saw the mountains hidden in the mist, presenting a huge black shadow, like some beast that devoured life, he couldn't help but sighed.
But at this time, after descending the mountain, there was a dilapidated small town in front of him.
There was no strong man missing, most of them were gray-haired old men, and their faces were even more numb and lifeless.
However, seeing the look in Wu Ming's eyes, it was as if he had seen a ghost.
"The guest is from Montenegro?"
Wu Ming went all the way to the center of the town, and there was an old man, trembling on crutches, who looked at Wu Ming nervously with his ravine old face.
"Exactly... I don't know where this place is? Where is Heitai County?"
Wu Ming bowed and asked.
"This place is Heishui Town. If you leave the town and walk another twenty miles to the east, you will be the county seat..."
The old man turned sideways, not daring to accept Wu Ming's gift, and said: "Since you came from the Black Mountain, you must be either an emissary from the Black Mountain, or a strange man with thaumaturgy, how can you beat this little old man?"
"Black Mountain?!"
Wu Ming looked at the cloudy atmosphere behind him, which seemed to see the sun all year round, but it was endless, and the long mountain range with a long earth atmosphere, his pupils shrank slightly: "It seems that this mountain is also a Jedi-like existence in the local area..."