Hateful spirit? Where did the haunted spirit come from?

Hei Wuchang's heart suddenly trembled. The little vengeful spirit in front of him posed no threat to him, but the one who could control the vengeful spirit must be the Night Wandering God.

The leader of the Dark Night Rose has found me? Is he planning to rob me?

Just as Hei Wuchang was wondering and uncertain, hurried footsteps were heard, and then a figure appeared at the entrance of the alley, looking inside curiously.

He was a handsome young man, looking over with a bit of hope and curiosity.

When their eyes met, the young man's face suddenly froze.

Hei Wuchang saw more complicated emotions in his eyes than his own: surprise, astonishment, fear.

Night Wanderer? His aura is not strong, he is not from Dark Night Rose, from Taiyi Sect? No, at this time, the one who appears here must be an official, a direct descendant of Fu Qingyang.

Thinking about the injustice of heaven being manipulated...

Yuanshi Tianzun? This name flashed through Hei Wuchang's mind.

Damn, Black Impermanence?! Wasn’t he fighting in school? Why is he here? This little idiot is hurting me!

Zhang Yuanqing quickly pressed the wireless headset and shouted, "Captain Teng Yuan, Hei Wuchang is here with me, come quickly, the location is..."

Before he could finish his words, Hei Wuchang pounced over like a giant bird, stepping on the wall. His pupils shrank into slits and his brown eyeballs turned amber.

Sharp bone spurs grew on the back, elbows and knees, piercing through clothes with a "ripping" sound.

Sorry to bother you, goodbye. Zhang Yuanqing didn't have time to say anything, and quickly retreated, while using the night wandering skill to hide his figure.

Hei Wuchang’s attack was so fast that he didn’t even have time to recall Xiao Doubi. He only sent the child an order to “escape”.

An evil profession at the peak of the level 6 Saint realm, let alone a level 2 Night Wanderer like himself, even a level 4 Night Wanderer would probably die on the spot.

Hei Wuchang is the confidant of the former vice-president of the Psychic Society, and is also considered a powerful figure in the area.

Zhang Yuanqing’s idea was very clear - escape!

But he couldn't escape completely. Although he didn't understand why he appeared here, since he was here, the ambush of Fu Qingyang and the elders of the Baihua Society must have gone wrong.

At this time, what he had to do was to entangle the opponent as much as possible and buy time for the big guys.

Teng Yuan has received his message.

Suddenly, Zhang Yuanqing's lungs felt burning, his throat was sore and itchy, he started coughing violently, his head was dizzy, and his figure immediately emerged.

He didn't know when he had been poisoned.

"Crack!" Hei Wuchang, whose body was covered with bone spurs, bounced his knees and flew forward with the sound of cracking concrete road surface, not intending to give the enemy a chance to react.

He was confident that he could kill the Night Wanderer in front of him within two or three moves.

It is always quick and efficient for high-level warriors to hunt low-level warriors.

The howling sound of wind blew in his face. Zhang Yuanqing looked at the enemy who was right in front of him in an instant. The hairs on his back stood on end. He endured the discomfort in his body and opened the inventory with a thought.

The next moment, he got the bright yellow pearl in his hand, his feet sank, and his shoulders felt like a mountain was pressing down on them.

"pound!"

Hei Wuchang retracted his right shoulder, bent his elbow, and used his strong muscles to push his right arm. His straight punch was like a spear, stabbing out fiercely.

The khaki light curtain shook violently, like bubbles in the wind.

Zhang Yuanqing staggered backward, cracking the concrete road with every step.

"pound!"

Another punch, and the pearl in Zhang Yuanqing's hand made a slight "crackling" sound, and fine cracks appeared.

"pound!"

After the third punch was thrown, the orb of the Calm One could no longer hold on and shattered into powder, and the light curtain dissipated.

Zhang Yuanqing was bleeding from his mouth and nose and his face was pale.

Hei Wuchang did not stop and moved closer. He punched Zhang Yuanqing's head with the fourth punch, and the air made a roar like an explosion.

Zhang Yuanqing's body collapsed and he narrowly avoided the fatal punch.

At some point, a pair of brand new red dancing shoes were put on his feet. After dodging the straight punch with a split, he jumped up with the red dancing shoes and dodged Hei Wuchang's sweeping kick by spinning and jumping.

Then, with superb foresight, he jumped sideways to avoid the vertical blow from the bone spur.

During the whole process, the host Zhang Yuanqing felt dizzy and kept coughing up blood. He won completely without any effort.

“There are a lot of props…”

Hei Wuchang raised his eyebrows. As a night-wandering god at the extraordinary stage, he was considered very rich to have two props.

This Yuanshi Tianzun can pass through two levels of spiritual realms, so his worth is indeed not cheap.

"Go, go quickly," Zhang Yuanqing said weakly, ordering the red dancing shoes.

At this moment, he had no idea of ​​delaying time at all. The other person was too strong. The sorcerer at the peak of Saint Realm was too strong. He would kill him instantly when they met. The difference in strength and speed was too great. There was no possibility of close combat.

This is also the reason why he did not take out the bloodthirsty blade.

As for the Ghost Bride, her level should have reached the Saint realm, but there is a huge gap between saints.

He was not quite sure about the specific level of the Ghost Bride, but he knew that Hei Wuchang was an evil profession and a level 6 saint, which meant that there were very few people who could defeat Hei Wuchang at the same stage.

Once he makes a wrong judgment, he will have no room for maneuver and will be doomed.

The red dancing shoes immediately carried their useless owner towards the residential building, clattering along the steep walls as if they were walking on flat ground.

The rules of the red dancing shoes ignore the terrain.

It is both a hunting weapon and, sometimes, an escaping weapon.

"Want to escape?"

Hei Wuchang sneered and did not chase after him. Instead, he reached out into the void and grabbed out a simple scarecrow, the size of a palm, with purple talismans stuck on the front and back, giving off an aura of corruption and decadence.

The scarecrow's face twisted, and eyes and a nose began to grow, revealing the appearance of Zhang Yuanqing. Its two feet were also dyed red.

Hei Wuchang pinched the scarecrow's feet with two fingers and exerted force hard.

Zhang Yuanqing, who was running wildly down the building, suddenly felt his momentum stagnate. He looked down and saw that the brand new body of his red dancing shoes was covered with a layer of gray, like a pair of worn-out shoes that had been discarded for decades.

He fell uncontrollably, hitting the ground hard, raising fine dust on the street.

“Ahem…”

Zhang Yuanqing started coughing violently, coughing up blood. There was a serious problem with his lungs, and the virus was spreading throughout his body. If it weren't for his strong vitality, he would have died of organ failure by now.

"Nice shoes, they belong to me!" Hei Wuchang pinched the scarecrow's head with two fingers and squeezed hard, ready to kill the little bug. At the same time, Zhang Yuanqing howled to the sky, and a bright moonlight broke through the clouds and shone on him.

Howling moon!

He used this opportunity to recover some strength, grabbed the Demon-Subduing Pestle from the inventory, and stabbed his thigh with force.

A brilliant golden light burst out, and just as a gray shadow covered Zhang Yuanqing's face, it was dispelled by the golden light.

Unfortunately, the power of purification only applies to the owner himself, and the red dancing shoes are still corroded by the grayness, temporarily losing their magical power.

Zhang Yuanqing took a few breaths, and the purifying power dispelled some of the toxins. The pain was no longer intense, but that was all.

The poison of the saint-level sorcerer was too strong and terrifying, and it almost crippled him right from the start.

The Steady Orb is broken, the Flame Fists are definitely useless, the Red Dance Shoes are contaminated, the Dream Jade Talisman has been used, the Demon-Subduing Pestle is good at purification but not good at killing enemies, and in order to keep a low profile today, I didn't bring the Elvis speaker, but it would be useless even if I brought it.

The Ghost Bride should be able to stop him, but it is highly unlikely that she will be able to truly threaten the peak saints.

Zhang Yuanqing's mind flashed through all the props he had, and he discovered in despair that he was in a desperate situation.

This was the most terrifying and powerful enemy he had ever encountered since he became a spiritual traveler.

"There are still props? The power of the sun?"

Hei Wuchang was shocked. The bead he broke was fine, it was of the quality of the extraordinary stage, but the pair of red dancing shoes that could dodge automatically, and the brass pestle he had just taken out, their quality was definitely not comparable to that of the props of the extraordinary stage.

The brass pestle, in particular, actually contained the power of the sun, indicating that this item contained some dominant-level power.

"A pleasant surprise, a pleasant surprise"

Hei Wuchang laughed loudly, his slender eyes gleaming with greedy joy.

"I like you, Malegobi"

At this moment, a light came on in the window on the second floor. A bald old man pushed open the window, stuck his head out, and yelled at the two people below the window. Damn! Zhang Yuanqing's heart sank.

Hei Wuchang raised his eyes and looked at the bald old man coldly.

The next moment, the old man covered his neck, foamed at the mouth, and fell out of the window. His limbs twitched several times and he died soon. Zhang Yuanqing's eyes twitched. At this time, more and more windows lit up, and the residents in the building were woken up one after another.

Hei Wuchang immediately turned his gaze towards Zhang Yuanqing, with murderous intent in his eyes.

Seeing this, he no longer hesitated, took out the red veil and put it on his head.

I hope reinforcements can arrive while the ghost bride is entangled with Hei Wuchang.

One second, two seconds, three seconds

Zhang Yuanqing suddenly realized that something was wrong. The terrifying and majestic yin energy did not descend, and the sounds nearby suddenly disappeared.

The whole world was dead silent.

Hei Wuchang did not take the opportunity to attack and kill him.

What happened? Zhang Yuanqing subconsciously wanted to take off the red veil, but was shocked to find that his hands were out of control.

He could only move his eyes and try his best to peek into the narrow field of vision under the red veil.

After seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing finally understood what had happened. He saw that his body had turned grayish white, and the hard manhole cover and concrete road beneath him were also covered with a light grayish white layer.

Colors, what force took them away?

Just as he was wondering, he suddenly heard a vague, low, and indistinguishable voice, chuckling:

"Yes, it's this time and this place. It's been a long time since we last met, Hei Wuchang."

Hei Wuchang's terrified voice:

“It’s you?!

"How could it be you? How could it be you? No, this is impossible. This is impossible."

The sound stopped abruptly.

Then, Zhang Yuanqing heard the sound of someone falling to the ground with a thud.

Who is here? Which faction's boss? The leader of the Dark Night Rose? No, Hei Wuchang's reaction was a bit too radical. Zhang Yuanqing was furious.

But he couldn't move, and he didn't know what fate would await him next.

An unknown amount of time passed like this, w kept glancing at him through the narrow field of vision under the veil from the corner of his eye, and saw the gray and white color receding like a tide.

The world regained its color.

Immediately, Zhang Yuanqing couldn't wait to lift up the red veil and look closely.

A dozen meters away, a figure was crouching quietly. It was Hei Wuchang. The sorcerer's eyes were wide open, and an expression of fear and astonishment was frozen on his face.

He lost his life.

Next to the corpse, a finely crafted water cup full of cracks lay quietly.

The little sun in the cup disappeared.

That person took away the things left by the Demon Lord, but left the Holy Grail alone? Zhang Yuanqing was puzzled, and stood up with difficulty, staggered to the side of Hei Wuchang's body, and picked up the crystal cup full of cracks.

Hold this rule-based prop in your hand

p: I was busy eating melons today, sorry, sorry.