"Senior, the family teacher is an old ghost in Baishan! Please let me go for the sake of the tutor! Xiao Jiannan looked at Ma Fuxiang with a shocked face. For him, Ma Fuxiang is the ultimate boss! It is estimated that even if his master comes, he will have to give three points in the face of Ma Fuxiang.

"Oh, it's an old ghost, hum...... No wonder you have this skill, except for that old ghost, no one in the world likes to use such evil magic to harm people! Let me ask you, is the old ghost old this year? "Although Ma Fuxiang and the old ghost of Baishan are not brothers, they are also old acquaintances, the old ghost of Baishan is older than him, and he entered the rivers and lakes a few years earlier than him, when he was young, Ma Fuxiang did not worship under Wu Gongyao.

Once the young Ma Fuxiang had a big disaster, because he was quick to speak, he made enemies with others, and the killer slaughtered all 24 people, but his enemy was not at home that day. There are few people who can remember the name of that man now, but he vaguely remembers that he is also a good use of evil magic. He destroyed all the people, and the people naturally refused to let him go, so they secretly gave him the "Hundred Ghost Soul Devouring Technique". Ordinary people are caught in the Hundred Ghost Soul Eater, it is like ten thousand arrows piercing the heart, it can't last a quarter of an hour, and it will immediately bleed to death, this kind of evil art is powerful is to let people die without external injuries on the premise, Hundred Ghosts Soul Eater, as the name suggests, a hundred little ghosts enter your body, devour your soul, let you suffer the torture of biting your soul, and finally be tortured to death.

Ma Fuxiang was strong and healthy at that time, and his physique was stronger than now, and the young man was quite strong, endured the severe pain in his soul, and was stunned for four days and four nights without dying. In the end, he walked to the secret realm of Changbai Mountain, found the place where the old ghost of Baishan practiced, and begged the old ghost to come to his rescue.

The temper of the old ghost in Baishan is known to the world, a ghost doctor! He saves people by mood, when he is in a good mood, even if you are a penniless beggar, he will save him, when he is in a bad mood, the emperor Lao Tzu holds a mountain of gold and silver, he also disdains, if you force him to rescue, it is likely to give you a fierce medicine, directly poison you to death!

The weak Ma Fuxiang had no expression in his eyes, and tears kept flowing down, not that he cried the young Ma Fuxiang with his hands, this was a manifestation of the Hundred Ghost Soul Devouring Technique, and he was crying for himself, unconscious. In the veins under his skin, streams of black transparent substance were surging up and down, and if he didn't swell, his body would be tortured beyond what he could bear. He gritted his teeth and didn't snort.

The old ghost of Baishan glanced at him, and asked with just one glance: "You have been hit by the Hundred Ghost Soul Devouring Technique, and I am the only one in the world who can solve it, but unfortunately, I am not in a good mood today, if you can hold up for another three days, maybe I will heal you as soon as I am in a good mood." ”

It's been a day since I got the Hundred Ghost Soul Devouring Technique, and ordinary people can't even hold on for half an hour! Ma Fuxiang's life is great, and his soul in his life is extremely strong, and it may be because of this that he later practiced a peerless martial arts. But even so, let him hold out for another three days...... I'm afraid that three hours is enough to choke! The old ghost of Baishan is clearly forcing him to death!

"Old ghost, let me make it clear first, you don't want money for me Ma Fuxiang, the rest of the conditions are up to you, you can see how you are willing to save me!" Ma Fuxiang is a straight person, and he did a lot of hurtful things when he was young. Otherwise, how could his master say that he should come to this small Guanyin Temple to chant and chant Buddha for half his life!

The old ghost of Baishan squinted his eyes and laughed evilly, saying that it is easy for you to really want to live, my old ghost doctor of Baishan killed a hundred people by himself, you see, there are many people outside the mountain who come to me for medical advice, do you dare to kill a hundred, they are dead, then you can live!

"Okay, it's a deal!" Ma Fuxiang didn't say a word, endured the severe pain in his soul, turned around and left with an axe. He promised so happily that even the old ghost of Baishan didn't expect it.

In our book, we talk about killing people, it's just a matter of one sentence, but in reality it's not so easy to kill people, maybe you want to say, isn't a gun and a knife a human life? Ladies and gentlemen! How easy it is to say that! There are not many people in the world who are extremely vicious, and people have no relationship with you in the past and have no enmity in the near future, and you will shoot someone when you go up? Before that time, if it were you, you wouldn't be able to do it at all! And even if you can do it, the people who come to the old ghost of Baishan to seek medical advice are all from the rivers and lakes, which one is given for free? Can you beat it? Even if you can fight, you can kill one person, and let you kill a hundred people...... What's the point of that? Corpses are everywhere! The visual impact alone can distort your spirit.

Ma Fuxiang was expressionless, and walked into the valley with an axe, and there were indeed many "sick numbers" in the valley looking for the old ghosts of Baishan, but they didn't have this fate, and few of them could find the old ghosts' cultivation places.

"This brother, dare to ask you, have you heard of where the old ghost of Baishan lives?" A white-faced scholar walked in front of him and asked politely. Ma Fuxiang still remembers that when he killed this scholar, his hands were shaking. He had never killed anyone with whom he had no grievances before, nor had he killed anyone who should not have been killed.

Ma Fuxiang sighed, raised the axe and clicked, cutting off the scholar's head. Once the killing starts, it's hard to end it. Looking at the halfway up the Changbai Mountain, a strong man covered in blood walked down with a board axe, but everyone he saw, no matter who it was, whether it was young or old, men and women, rich and poor, ordinary people or officials, all of them were killed!

Although Ma Fuxiang had not learned divine skills at that time, he was already unable to resist with brute strength. That's a massacre! There is a stream at the foot of Changbai Mountain, and at the end of the killing, all the blood flowing in the stream is blood! A fragmented corpse descended the river...... Fortunately, there was no government in that troubled era.

Two hours later, Ma Fuxiang stared at a pair of big bull's eyes and came back with an axe that had been curled. He didn't count how many people he killed, anyway, he killed one when he saw one, and killed one when he saw one. He sat in front of the old haunted house in Baishan and couldn't get up anymore, not because he was tired and couldn't get up, but because his soul had been gnawed by a hundred imps, and he couldn't control his body anymore. His illness is really not something that ordinary doctors can cure, and if you want to cure him, you must first repair his soul.

"Have you killed enough?" The old ghost of Baishan asked contemptuously.

"I don't know, anyway, there may only be one living person in the mountain besides you and me, I can't catch up with that person, if you don't believe it, you can count it yourself! I threw all the heads aside. Ma Fuxiang covered his head and said painfully.

(End of chapter)