I collect gold fingers in the heavens

Chapter 820

Wu Siyuan turned his head to look, the door was easily pushed open.

A vigorous man wearing a bamboo hat and coir raincoat stood at the door.

He looked at Wu Siyuan, and Wu Siyuan looked at him.

"What's wrong?" Wu Siyuan asked.

The man who came suddenly did not say a word, but walked in on his own, put down his bamboo hat, and patted the raindrops on his body, as if he was at home.

This confuses Wu Siyuan, wondering whether he has overlooked the scholar's memory: this simple and dilapidated thatched cottage does not belong to him, or he shared it with others.

But Wu Siyuan rummaged through the scholar's memory again—this is indeed his house!

The scholar has no impression of this vigorous young man!

Then, is he planning to spend the night with this behavior, or is he planning to occupy the magpie's nest?

Wu Siyuan's mind moved, and the detection skill attached to [Shennongjiao Space] was activated, looking at this vigorous young man.

"Huh..." Wu Siyuan saw something unusual at this glance.

I won't talk about luck or anything, it's extraordinary.

But the point is that Wu Siyuan saw the faint spiritual power in him.

In other words, this world has extraordinary power.

This lifted Wu Siyuan's spirit. Fortunately, this world is not an ordinary world, and there are still extraordinary powers.

This world finally has some value, and the extraordinary world related to spiritual energy is also of great help to him, because his main cultivation system is also based on spiritual power.

But Wu Siyuan still doesn't know how high the upper limit of this world is.

He saw that this vigorous young man who came here uninvited was only in the middle and late stages of Qi refining, and he hadn't even reached the foundation building stage.

I don't know this young man's level in this world!

...Wu Siyuan just looked at the young man and thought to himself.

He stared at the young man so intently, which made the uninvited young man a little uncomfortable.

He shrugged, thought for a while, took out a steamed bun from his pocket and handed it to Wu Siyuan. He still didn't speak, but the meaning was obvious.

If it is a scholar who has been hungry for a few days before, it is possible that he will accept this [rent], or [food that comes].

But Wu Siyuan.

Wu Siyuan measured his body, exposed the half-eaten food on the table, and showed it to the young man.

"Gudu..." Wu Siyuan heard the sound of the young man swallowing his saliva. Roasted chicken was much more delicious than Mantou.

"Do you want to eat together?" Wu Siyuan [kindly] asked.

The young man's face was happy at first, and he took a step with his left foot, but he seemed to think of something, hesitated, shook his head, and retracted his foot again.

Wu Siyuan laughed when he saw this, he tore a chicken leg casually, and started eating in front of the young man, while eating, he asked, "This is my house, you are welcome to come here to shelter from the rain, but you have to Tell me your name."

Seeing Wu Siyuan's delicious food, the young man swallowed a few big saliva, but faced Wu Siyuan's question, he still kept silent.

"You..." Wu Siyuan hadn't finished speaking when he heard a knock on the door.

At the same time, a cold breath followed.

This breath is mixed in the wind and rain, and ordinary people would not be able to detect it at all.

Wu Siyuan was able to discover it because he had just mobilized the power of [Shennongjiao Space].

He frowned slightly. All kinds of ghosts and snakes were here. He glanced at the young man and found that the young man's expression had become serious.

It seems he knows something.Wu Siyuan thought.

The young man looked at Wu Siyuan. Although he didn't speak, his eyes seemed to say, why don't you open the door?
"Hehe..." Wu Siyuan just smiled, but still didn't move.

The knocking on the door outside became louder and more urgent.

A look of doubt flashed in the depths of the young man's eyes, he didn't understand why Wu Siyuan was indifferent!
Seeing this, Wu Siyuan said, "I'm eating! It's inconvenient to have greasy hands, please open the door for me."

As he spoke, he revealed the chicken leg in his hand.

"Gudu Gudu..." The dumb young man couldn't help swallowing again. The roast chicken was slightly heated by Wu Siyuan, exuding a tempting aroma, which was stronger than his cold steamed bun. Much better.

The young man couldn't take it anymore. At this moment, the door of the room was knocked open, revealing the figure of an old man with white head and white beard, with a bloody mouth open.

To be precise, there is only the body, no shadow.

The air in the room became heavier.

"A water ghost who died with resentment?" Wu Siyuan looked at the ghost and thought.

And that young man also took out a delicate ax from his waist.

On that axe, Wu Siyuan sensed spiritual power.

This is an ax weapon.

only……

Looking at this young man with an axe, and then at that old ghost with white head and white beard, Wu Siyuan always felt quite familiar, as if he appeared in a movie he had watched.

"Which movie is it?" Wu Siyuan couldn't remember for a while.

And the white-headed ghost at the door obviously didn't have such a good self-cultivation to wait for Wu Siyuan.

Its gloomy gaze swept over, and stayed on the young man's body for a while, then two bundles of long white hair protruded from the top of his head, mixed with strong Yin Qi, and attacked Wu Siyuan.

It seems that the purpose of this white-headed ghost is to get rid of Wu Siyuan first.

Wu Siyuan looked at the attacking ghost calmly, without moving, as if he was frightened by the ghost.

Because he knew that this young man in the middle and late stage of Qi refining would save him.

as predicted.

At the moment when the white-headed ghost made a move, the silent young man, like a civet cat, moved over swiftly, swung an axe, and looked precisely at the two bundles of ghost hair.

Black light and yellow light alternate.

Wu Siyuan seemed to hear a scream in his ears, and then saw the yellow light of the young man's ax magic weapon covering the black light, and two pieces of ghost hair fell on the ground, twisting like snakes, emitting a disgusting stench.

The white-headed ghost was in pain for a while, and the remaining ghost hair was taken back by it.

But the young man took advantage of the momentum to pursue, and chased him out with an axe and magic weapon. The white-headed ghost seemed to be enraged, his white hair surged, and the ghostly hair filled the sky, covering the young man. At the same time, The white-headed ghost also raised its sharp claws and grabbed at the young man.

The two sides quickly became a ball.

Wu Siyuan sat in the back and watched this scene leisurely, as if... watching a football match.

The two, oh no, one person and one ghost fought more and more fiercely.

The ghost hair of the white-headed ghost surged like a big snake, stabbing his already dilapidated thatched cottage to pieces.

And the young man's ax exploded with yellow light from time to time, which seemed to have a similar restraint. While cutting the ghost, he accidentally destroyed several pillars of the thatched house.

(End of this chapter)