Ye Qing's master is not just studying medicine, he has a certain amount of knowledge in Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism, so Ye Qing followed behind him and learned a lot from his ears and eyes since he was a child.

He thought that maybe some people thought that they were not immune to ghosts, so they manipulated ghosts to kill themselves.

After all, ghosts are just mythical things in the impression of ordinary people, and they don't actually exist.

Indeed, if Ye Qingzhen was helpless against ghosts, then tonight, he would probably die.

They weren't lucky, though.

Ye Qing jumped out of the windowsill and chased out, the reason why he didn't kill that little ghost was to be able to catch the people behind him.

Not long after, Ye Qing followed the ghost qi to a wilderness, where the wind was gusting, the mist was dense, faintly visible, and behind the mist there was a dilapidated thatched temple, black paint, Ye Qing's eyes could see the black ghost qi emanating from it.

"Huh?"

Ye Qing vigilantly approached the thatched hall step by step, there was a dead silence here, making people feel like walking on a cold and dim Huangquan cemetery.

"......

Suddenly, there was a terrible howl of ghosts and wolves, and the branches of the surrounding trees began to droop slowly.

"A bunch of evil obstacles!"

Ye Qing snorted coldly, and several crimson Xuan Qi burst out.

"Ah......h

"There is an old saying in the Great Heavenly Empire, that is, it is very happy to have friends from afar!"

Ye Qing looked around for a moment, paused, and continued:

"If you don't come out again, I'll be unhappy, and I'll receive you in an unhappy way!"

The voice was not loud, but the tone was sharp, like a sword.

Cold and ruthless, every word is heart-wrenching.

"Do you want me to invite you?" he could feel the killing forces lurking around him, but they didn't intend to show up.

Shout......

Ye Qing waved his big hand, and a cold light flew out in his palm in an instant.

The sound of breaking the sky, sharp and piercing.

"Ah......h

In less than a second, a dark shadow fell from the tree, his heart had been pierced by a flying knife, and he could not die again.

He looked at the deceased's outfit, a black night coat, a golden chrysanthemum embroidered on the heart, and two island ninja knives on his back.

Islanders!

"You are from the Chrysanthemum Society, right?" Ye Qing frowned, and asked lightly, they had something to do with each other before.

"Your president Kikuta was killed by me, he died very miserably, and before he died, he kowtowed to me one hundred and eighty-eight times and begged me to kill him, I looked at his face of longing for death, so I gave him death, I remember he also said thank you to the noble me for giving him death!"

Ye Qing said.

And he was telling the truth, at that time, Kikuta was magnified by him tenfold pain, and the feeling of waking up immediately after fainting even if it was painful made him finally collapse, and he knelt and cried and kowtowed to Ye Qing and begged for his death.

"Yaga ......"

As soon as the story was told, those who had been ambushed could not help it, and they jumped from the branches of the trees as light as swallows, all of them were chrysanthemum congregations, and they were all remnants of the Bermudian peace, there were more than twenty of them.

Their eyes flashed with terrifying killing intent, and they were obviously very angry, because they thought that Ye Qing had humiliated the president who had always been extremely sacred in their hearts, how could their president kneel down and beg a Celestial Empire person, he must have been forced to commit suicide by Ye Qing.

"He died for our common, noble ideals, he is supremely glorious, you are an ant who insults our president, you must die tonight!"

A ninja said in a very lame Celestial Empire dialect, and then more than twenty ninjas directly drew their swords and killed Ye Qing.

Their speed is extremely fast, and their body skills are very weird, and ordinary people may not even be able to find their basic path when they come to fight, but Ye Qing has already fought with them once, and he is very familiar with them.

The throwing knife in his palm spun rapidly, and then threw it quickly.

One after another, two, three, four times in a row, a total of four throwing knives, more than a fist.

"Ahhh......h

And Ye Qing was also moving in the crowd as if he was strolling leisurely.

Strangely, none of the countless attacks that the enemy had landed hit him.

He let the blood around him spray and the blood mist splashed everywhere, he was indifferent, and he was already numb in the face of this bloody scene.

In less than a minute, all twenty ninjas died.

Leave a stump of flesh in the ground!

Four flying knives flew back into Ye Qing's hands, and he walked towards the dilapidated temple, which still needed to be cleaned up.

"Damn, Vice-President of Protection!" a kimono-clad woman in the temple scolded.

Inside the temple, there was also a middle-aged man, looking at his outfit as an onmyoji, his face was very serious, he was doing it to a bloody corpse, and several ninjas in white clothes were guarding his side.

"Drink!"

Ye Qing walked to the door of the temple, and suddenly a white shadow came out of it with a terrifying cold light.

"Ye Qing, your time of death has arrived!" The woman landed and looked at Ye Qing coldly, her eyes did not have a trace of tenderness that a woman should have, but a cold and incomparably murderous intent.

"That's what Kikuta said when he first met me!"

Ye Qing playfully laughed:

"Do you want me to tell you the story of when he kowtowed to me and begged me?"

He was deliberately humiliating them.

"Yaga!"

The woman was extremely angry, and she took the blade and stabbed at Ye Qing.

Ye Qing's figure retreated step by step, and then calmly leaned out a hand, and the Xuan Qi exploded, shocking her blade.

Clang......

"Ah......h

The woman suddenly screamed, her tiger's mouth was directly shocked out of blood, and the blade in her hand was directly shattered into pieces.

But in the next second, Ye Qing slapped it with a palm.

The fragments of the blades were stirred, and they poured out towards the woman like a cold waterfall of stars.

"Ah......h

The woman let out a miserable scream again, the blood mist on her body splashed, and her whole person instantly retreated five or six steps back, and her white clothes were instantly stained scarlet by blood.

Bang!

Ye Qing chased out in one step, he left an afterimage in the same place, and at the same time, he slapped it with one palm, the Xuan Qi rolled, and the woman was already at the end of the crossbow, so she couldn't react at all.

In the next second, the woman was slapped out, and when she fell to the ground, she was already a corpse, and the person was already dead and could not die anymore.