Seeing Ling Qi's attitude, Wang Chao had a little more understanding of the other party's temperament in his heart. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Of course, it doesn't matter, or even whether the other party is really hostile to him. Because he is only here to save people, and even more so, he has absolute confidence in his own strength.

Either don't mess with yourself, provoke yourself, there is only one way to die!

With such belief, Wang Chao stepped into the village without hesitation.

Then, the evil that was originally a pool of muddy water in the perception immediately became clear.

Countless more evil and terrifying auras came from all directions, as if they were just observing the sharks in the water from the shore, but they only felt dangerous, but they didn't feel so terrifying. Once you enter the water, it is immediately full of chills!

Wang Chao's color changed slightly, but fortunately, the terrifying aura seemed to have its own goals, and they did not besiege it. Otherwise, no matter how conceited Wang Chao is, he can only flee in the wilderness. After all, he has a specialization in the art industry, he is a martial artist, he has majestic blood and blood, can resist evil, and has obtained an extraordinary inheritance, and he is also idle in thousands of armies. But he is not a ghost catcher, a great dancer, and his profession is actually completely wrong.

"Where is Zhu Jia?"

Wang Chao really didn't know where to go for recourse, so he asked directly.

He does not think that it is necessary for the other party to deceive himself, and he is not afraid of the other party's malicious deception.

If Meng Qi is replaced, even if the physical strength is far inferior to Wang Chao, it is not difficult to lock a breath. But this is really difficult for the local warriors. Unless you have the instinct of "the autumn wind is not moving", it is difficult to track a specific target outside of the field of vision. However, the prophetic ability of the cicada movement is not obtained by training, and for a martial artist like Wang Chao who pursues strength wholeheartedly, I am afraid that it is more difficult to master than the broken void that reaches the peak.

"Follow this road, turn left at the end, the third house on the left, there is a three-room courtyard, and there is a hanging flag at the door, you will know when you go. ”

What Ling Qi pointed out was that there were three evil auras with weak strength converging, and that aura was too majestic and conspicuous, even Wang Chao, who was negligent in perception, could clearly detect it.

Wang Chao's complexion changed, he clenched his fists slightly, thanked him, and immediately galloped in that direction, saving people like fighting fires.

Ling Qi saw the momentum of his movements, and his feet on the ground were a shallow pit, and he was full of dust all the way, sprinkled like a dragon walking on the ground, and couldn't help but squint his eyes.

He thought that his transformation into the Yaksha King was strong enough, hard to resist bullets, pull out trees and rubble, but he really didn't expect that someone could exercise to such an inhuman level just by exercising with a human body.

Perhaps in terms of strength and physique, especially physical resistance, Wang Chao is not as good as the complete Yaksha King, but in terms of comprehensive attributes, he is not inferior to the transformation of the Yaksha King who is not inferior to Lingqi, and his endurance, explosiveness, and qi and blood strength are several times that of the latter!

Before Wang Chao arrived at his destination, Ling Qi felt that a battle broke out in the direction of the exit of another village!

A burst of flame shot up into the sky, Ling Qi could recognize that it was the color of Meng Qi's sword light, but he never thought it would be so blazing!

The evil in that direction has been completely suppressed, and it can be said that it is in jeopardy, and I am afraid that it will only be a matter of minutes and seconds to kill demons. But at the same time, there were at least two more powerful evil auras in the village, and they began to move in the direction of "fire soaring into the sky", and the trees were very popular!

Ling Qi stood in this pool of muddy water, not at all aware of being in a group of sharks.

In fact, he was still standing gracefully. After looking at it for a long time, you will find that his heart does not rise and fall at all, and his nose does not tremble. Even if you can get closer, you will find that his body is cold, and it seems to exude a cold aura all the time!

A strange humanoid object suddenly came out of the alley of two rooms on one side, accompanied by a strange wind.

It was like a crippled imbecile, limping when it walked, its neck swaying, and like a robot, its posture stiff and twisted in between movements.

This shape is extremely terrifying and ghostly at night. If you put it in the spotlight and tidy up your appearance, it is not a joke.

I don't know what it is, and I can't even be sure if it's the main body, or if it's an illusion of some evil power.

But for sure, it's definitely not a good thing, and it's not a good thing.

The ghost creature walked towards Ling Qi, but stopped a meter away from him, staring at him suspiciously, with a gray face and blood-red eyes faintly visible between the withered yellow hair, as well as a maggot running out of the eye socket!

This ghost is still a female ghost, but compared to the legendary seductive ghost, the rotten flesh exudes a faint rancid smell, which is really disgusting.

Ling Qi glared at her sideways, a hint of scarlet flashing in his eyes.

"Get out!"

Ling Qi made no secret of his disdain and disdain.

If necessary, he doesn't mind having some intersection with female ghosts, but this kind of goods, forget it.

He can see the red face as dry bones, but he can descend to the category of red dust, after all, the red face is still a red face, and the dry bones will not represent beauty in the end, but only return to the ruins.

Ling Qi, who is an immortal, has no difference between people and ghosts in his eyes.

The Ling Qi in his memory is even a little clean.

And he has always been the Ling Qi in his memory, which has changed little by little.

Perhaps for him now, it doesn't matter whether the memories are real or not.

He needs this, so he's Ling Qi.

Ling Qi can cuddle and hug female ghosts, drink with demons, drink with corpses, and drink with unruly monkeys, but he will not really hug a rotting corpse, unless it is very, very necessary.

Therefore, for the vague curiosity and fear conveyed by the ghost around him, Ling Qi only had that one word.

This skin and flesh are half rotten, and there are maggots in the eye sockets, and I don't know if I understand Ling Qi's words.

She raised her paw towards him, as if with malice, but she finally let it go and turned away.

And with the departure of this unknown ghost thing, the several evil auras that had originally moved towards Ling Qi even changed direction at the same time.

In the water, a large piece of meat will of course attract the attention of sharks, but if it is a more terrifying deep-sea beast, unless it is driven, or extremely hungry, a few dare to provoke, most of them have to show respect and obedience, and sharks are also bullying the soft and afraid of the hard.

Of course, they are even more terrifying, because as long as the conditions are right, an ordinary ghost can be catalyzed into a powerful ghost in a very short time!

Ling Qi strolled through the streets, this lightless night, ordinary people came, and they couldn't even see the road clearly, even if they couldn't perceive the vicious aura, but the howls of the yin wind and ghosts and the screams one after another were enough to make normal people tremble.

This is hell, and if a few fighters don't forcibly destroy the art style, he will be the only Yaksha walking in hell.

Rumble!!!

A small house on the side of the road suddenly burst into a fishy wind, half of the roof collapsed, and several intestines fell in front of him.

Ling Qi didn't look at it, and stepped on it from his intestines.

A corpse with only half of its body left dragged its coccyx to the door at an unreasonable speed, and roared at Ling Qi, like a wild dog barking at a human dog.

Ling Yan didn't see it, but in the end, he still looked at the corpse, as if he was thinking about something.

The corpse shrank into the house in fear, and at this time, the red light on the other side was suppressed by a stream of ghost energy, and began to move towards the depths of the village, that is, the village chief's house. That place was unusually undisturbed by evil, and Ling Qi believed that this was definitely not the effect of the evil exorcism array he had simply arranged.

He shook his head, feeling the vitality of the entire village, the pervasiveness of terror, and finally chose to let go of the disrespectful imp.

Of course, he really didn't want to go to war at this time if it wasn't necessary, which seemed to him extremely stupid.

The main owner hasn't shown his face yet, a bunch of minions, what's the fight?

Besides, the advantage of the Yaksha King has never been in strength, let alone the strength to sweep everything. It is only a deterrent, it can deter all demons. It's like the police or the underworld are always more deterrent than actual power for ordinary people, they are very powerful and weak.

Those ghosts are indeed terrifying, and each one of them can be called a fierce spirit.

But in Ling Qi's eyes, they really can't be considered a threat, because they still have their own "instincts", but if they are controlled, or simply go crazy...

When he returned to the village chief's house, I don't know if it was too much of a coincidence, the embarrassed Meng Qi and Wang Chao, who was carrying an injured woman, appeared from two other directions at the same time.

The other two were stunned, they didn't expect to meet someone else.

Wang Chao just nodded, and nodded to Ling Qi again, this man really didn't play himself.

Meng Qi had a gloomy face, staring at Ling Qi, who was neatly dressed, probably very dissatisfied with his stay out of the matter.

Meng Qi carried the long knife stained with gray and black blood, which caused the fire to dim, glanced at Ling Qi coldly, and ran towards Wang Chao, who was alone to save people, without greeting him.

In his heart, he will never forget the tragic death of the middle-aged villager's family, and the child who ran out of the house when he first came, handed him the somewhat shriveled apple, and asked him timidly.

He swore at the time that he would find out the turtle grandson who stole the child and protect their safety.

This was just a casual remark at the time, maybe there was pity for the simple villagers, but the sense of justice was as strong as Meng Qi, and it was not that he didn't know how to judge the situation and knew the weakness of this guarantee.

And in the current situation, he has indeed tried his best, and he can't ask others to do more.

But for some reason, there was a strange guilt in his heart, as well as dissatisfaction with Ling Qi.

Wang Chao's reaction to Meng Qi seemed very surprised, showing some vigilance, but did not stop it.

As for Ling Qi, he didn't look at them, and pushed open the low courtyard door of the village chief's house.

His purpose has never been to save people, and the life or death of the villagers or apartment residents is none of his business.

Compared with the change of consciousness, even breaking the game must be ranked second, and the most important thing for him is to understand the purpose of the chess player, see its means clearly, and then rely on the body of the chess piece to turn the game.

It's an unfair game, and even if he cheats, the player is even more relatable. So he participated in this game, even if he was not forced, and he really did not think that he would definitely win.

If he can see through this game in advance, if he is sure that he has no hope of reversing the game, then he can even give up the next chess game specially arranged for him.

He didn't mind continuing to stay in the dark.