Soon, night fell.
It was quiet all around, with only the rustling sound of leaves blown by the wind, which made people feel chilly.
Master Sun beside him had already fallen asleep.
Qiao Yuan, who was squatting next door to keep watch, closed his eyes and was deep in thought, completely blending into the darkness.
Time passes by every second.
Swish~
Qiao Yuan suddenly opened his eyes and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"It's finally out!"
He heard the sound of chains!
That was the noise of the chains rubbing against the concrete floor.
Very harsh!
The target is on the first floor.
Qiao Yuan quickly stood up, jumped out of the window, and ran to the public toilet nearby with a big knife.
Enduring the pungent and disgusting smell, I happened to see a figure wearing white standing in the distance in the darkness.
Qiao Yuan frowned, hesitated for two or three seconds, and turned his head to look nearby.
Then he put away his knife and rushed towards the figure to start fighting!
The two sides fought back and forth, and it was difficult to tell the winner for a while. The fight spread from the toilet to the room, then from the room to the outside, and finally disappeared in the dormitory building.
…
After a long time.
A cold white mist surged towards a certain place like a tide, instantly covering the entire dormitory building.
"Masayoshi Son... Masayoshi Son..."
Faint voices rang out from all directions, carrying with them an endless chill.
Masayoshi Son, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly woke up, gasping for breath, looked around in horror, and a chill rose in his heart.
Who is calling his name?
"Masayoshi Son, male, a villager of Daxiang Village, 52 years old. The time has come, it's time to set off..."
A white figure emerged from the fog.
He holds a mourning stick in his left hand and an iron chain in his right hand. He wears a long white hat, bells and copper coins around his waist, white boots and a white robe. His face is pale and a long tongue hangs down from his waist.
A vivid image of a mythical ghost messenger.
"Master Ghost Messenger, I don't want to die. I still have a lot of things to do..."
Son pleaded through the window.
He originally thought that he could face death calmly, but when the time came, he realized that he was still afraid of death.
"The King of Hell ordered you to die at three o'clock in the morning, how could he keep you alive until five o'clock!"
"If you delay, you will be reduced to ashes... and you will never be reborn!"
With a loud shout, countless desperate and terrifying sound waves came, instantly frightening Masayoshi Son so much that his knees went weak.
Just as he was about to kneel down and continue begging, a voice rang out.
…
"Don't kneel, watch me turn it into ashes!"
A warm hand was placed on Masayoshi Son’s shoulder. When he turned around, it was Qiao Yuan!
Bai Wuchang seemed a little surprised when Qiao Yuan appeared.
"You think you can distract me with just a puppet? You really don't know your place!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Qiao Yuan flashed and came directly in front of Bai Wuchang.
Looking directly at this pale and terrifying face.
"Bastard, do you know me?"
"Interfering with the order of life and death, shit... um... um... gh..."
Before Bai Wuchang could finish his words, Qiao Yuan grabbed the long, sticky tongue, wrapped it around the ghost's neck, and tied a knot.
"You foreign spirits come to my Liyang City. Don't you know to report to the Security Bureau and surrender yourself? Who gave you the courage?" Qiao Yuan roared.
Under the pressure of Qiao Yuan, Bai Wuchang was trembling with fear, his eyes filled with terror.
…
Killing people in front of me, he doesn't take me seriously at all!
Qiao Yuan snatched the mourning stick and the chain.
"You like bondage, don't you?"
Qiao Yuan pulled it and found it was quite strong.
Then they pressed on and tied him up with an iron chain under the big locust tree in front of the dormitory building.
Pick up the mourning stick and start waving it.
Papa
Woohoo~
The bound spirits wailed.
"Tell me! Who do you want to turn into ashes?"
Looking at Qiao Yuan's terrifying face, Bai Wuchang's body kept shaking and his heart was filled with fear.
How can this human being be so scary!
Masayoshi Son, who was standing upstairs, was stunned.
Did I see it right?
Qiao Yuan...he actually dared to hit the ghost messenger!
Are you crazy?
…
"Tell me, who will be reduced to ashes!"
"Let him go!" said Bai Wuchang, who was covered in bruises.
"wrong!"
"Let...let you?"
“Bold!”
Qiao Yuan hit more than fifty times in a row, and every hit was a critical hit!
"Wow... let me..."
"That's right. You did this voluntarily. I'll grant your wish!"
"Remember, don't come to Liyang City in your next life!"
Qiao Yuan clenched his fist and punched it in the face. It was just a second-level alien spirit.
Suck it up!
"The King of Hell will not let you go!"
Bai Wuchang roared in pain, and then his body quickly shriveled up.
"Ah, don't...let me go!"
A few minutes later.
Amidst the desperate wails, Bai Wuchang's body disappeared into thin air.
After a careful sensing, he found that his proficiency in Bei Ming Divine Art was just a little bit away from breaking through to the second level.
…
Um?
Suddenly, Qiao Yuan expressed his doubts. Why didn’t Bai Wuchang’s equipment disappear?
On the ground, a glowing iron chain, a white robe and a hat lay quietly.
The same is true for the mourning stick.
By activating the Ice Heart Technique and observing, it can be clearly found that this equipment is not compatible with the second-level alien spirit just now.
It's not the same energy.
A bit strange!
Qiao Yuan picked up the mourning stick and iron chain on the ground. Suddenly, a thick fog rose around him, instantly blinding people.
Under the stimulation of Bing Xin Jue, there is a slight feeling of blockage, but it is not a big problem!
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