I have Futian in my heart

Chapter 211 Have you ever beaten a tiger?

Although the scholar ghost still refused to appear again, Zheng Xiaoming was not in a hurry.At worst, it’s just earning merit!

Not killing a ghost has more or less merit.

Or, as Zheng Xiaoming said, this is not killing ghosts at all, but helping them to escape.

After all, today's world is no longer a world where these ghosts can exist.

Calamity and reincarnation, the way of heaven changes.Just like the vicissitudes of life in the world, the vast ocean in the past has already dried up, and the fish and dragons in the sea have already died of dehydration.Only some dried shrimps are still lingering in some remaining small puddles, struggling in pain!

However, when Zheng Xiaoming thought about it, he suddenly felt that he was not well.

People are already miserable enough, why do you want to kill them all?
And according to human habits, shouldn't such a rare species that is about to become extinct should be protected by a zoo or a reserve?
So Zheng Xiaoming immediately changed his method, took out the benevolence jade rice from the Ford basket, turned it into golden light and shot it out, grabbed all the hidden ghosts one by one, tied them up, and stuffed them into the basket.

Then Zheng Xiaoming was overjoyed: "God really has the virtue of good life!"

Because he discovered that the merits given to the ghosts caught with benevolent jade rice are three to five times higher than those directly killed.

Originally, beheading an ordinary ghost may only have a trace of merit.But if you tie it with benevolent jade rice, you will have three strands of merit!
Although some benevolence and jade rice are consumed, things are used in the first place.

What's more, if these ghosts are brought back to Futian, they can also become Futian's family members.At the very least, he can plant the land and weed for himself like Wei Yuqi asked three times, right?

There are hundreds of benevolent jade rice he brought out this time, so at least a hundred ghosts can be caught and brought back.

Immediately, he began to catch ghosts without haste.

However, it doesn't matter what Zheng Xiaoming did, but he immediately panicked the ghost scholar.

It doesn't matter if those ghosts were beheaded by Zheng Xiaoming, but now that they were captured by Zheng Xiaoming, he couldn't bear it.

The ghost scholar who was hiding in the dark gritted his teeth fiercely: "It seems that this time, we can only introduce this evil star into Xiayang City!"

With that in mind, she deliberately appeared again to attract Zheng Xiaoming's attention.

However, Zheng Xiaoming didn't seem to see it, and continued to catch ghosts on his own.The ghost scholar had no choice but to risk getting closer to Zheng Xiaoming.

Who knows, Zheng Xiaoming is very cunning.Just pretending not to be moved, now seeing the ghost scholar approaching, a golden light shot out from his hand, trying to tie the ghost scholar up.

Fortunately, the ghost scholar reacted quickly enough, suddenly turned into a cloud of black smoke, and stepped back to avoid Ren De Yu Dao.This time I was scared out of my wits, and I didn't dare to stay any longer, and fled to the distance.

Seeing this ghost scholar, Zheng Xiaoming really ran away this time, how could he give up?Hastily chased into the pine forest.

As for the old admonitions such as not to enter the forest, a stunned young man like Zheng Xiaoming has never heard of it, and he would not care if he heard it.

It's just that the ghost scholar turned into black air and flew away very quickly, Zheng Xiaoming couldn't catch up with him, and soon completely lost him.

Zheng Xiaoming stopped resentfully, and cursed secretly: "Grandma! This ghost scholar escaped very quickly! Don't be caught by me next time, or I will catch you back to Futian sooner or later, and clean up well!"

He was about to turn around and return to the mass grave angrily, but found that he had lost his way in this vast pine forest.

Although Zheng Xiaoming was still able to return directly through Futian, but the benevolence jade rice in his hand has not been used up, so he always feels a little uncomfortable.

Although Zheng Xiaoming didn't have any obsessive-compulsive disorder, he always felt uncomfortable if he didn't catch all the benevolence and jade rice this time.

So according to the memory feeling, I groped and prepared to walk back to the mass grave.

But it was obvious that Zheng Xiaoming's memory and feeling were not very accurate.The more I walked, the more I felt strange around me, as if I had never been here before.

This time it is completely finished, lost!
Just when Zheng Xiaoming was about to give up the treatment and return to Futian, he saw a ray of light floating unsteadily in the distance, coming towards him.

Zheng Xiaoming was overjoyed: "Could it be that the mass grave is over there?"

The present is quickly approaching the past, although it is very dark.But after Zheng Xiaoming approached, he quickly saw clearly that the flame was a lantern.

A real lantern!Instead of ghost lanterns.

Because the orange-red warm flame emitted from the lantern.

The one holding the lantern is a big man with an open chest and thick hair on his chest.There is a hat on the head, and there is a big red peony on the hairpin.

From a long distance, Zheng Xiaoming could feel the smell of alcohol emanating from the big man.I don't know how much wine he drank. He was full of alcohol, humming a little tune, lighting a lantern, and walked on the path among the pine forests.

No matter how you look at this scene, you feel weird!

"In the virtual world, how can there be a big living person? And it's this kind of drunk, strong man who looks like he can kill a tiger with three punches!"

This kind of solidity certainly does not come from muscles, how can I say it?More like it comes from blood.

The powerful and surging Qi and blood, mixed with the strength of alcohol, almost stunned Zheng Xiaoming even ten meters away.

Almost at the same time, the drunken eyes of the big man in Angzang suddenly became clear, and the eyes were full of light, looking towards the direction of Zheng Xiaoming in the pine forest, and shouted loudly: "Where are the monsters and ghosts, dare to spy on you?" Grandpa Wu, give me a stick!"

Saying so, a whistle stick on his waist jumped in the palm of his hand, and with the sound of an explosion, he crossed a distance of seven or eight meters in an instant, and came to Zheng Xiaoming's eyes.

Zheng Xiaoming couldn't open his eyes with the ferocious breath like a beast, and his nostrils were filled with the strong wind mixed with the smell of alcohol and blood.

Zheng Xiaoming was terrified, he couldn't see, but couldn't hear.He could only subconsciously block the direction of the whistle stick in his memory.

He didn't even have the slightest idea whether he could block the incoming whistle stick.It's really because Zheng Xiaoming's whole heart is in a mess now, and he is not sure whether his memory feeling is right or not!
Then the whistling wind stopped in the next moment, and a whistle stick stopped in front of Zheng Xiaoming's head, and then was taken back.

Obviously, Zheng Xiaoming's long sword did not block the opponent's whistle stick, if the stick was really hit.Zheng Xiaoming's head will explode like a watermelon!

Fortunately, the other party stopped halfway!
"Oh, it turned out to be a living person! You said you didn't walk properly in the middle of the night, and you didn't light up a lantern when you walked. Didn't you mean to scare people? What's wrong with me, Lao Wu?" said the big man.

Zheng Xiaoming had just recovered from the shock, recovered from the panic of surviving death, looked coldly at the strong man who called himself Old Wu, Grandpa Wu, and suddenly asked: "Have you ever beaten a tiger?"

　Thanks Wenxian Wuqing for the reward!
　　
　
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