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Chapter 138 Killing the Demon

The direction indicated by the Dingtian compass is exactly the house where the village elder is about to go.

Xu Hao followed quietly.

"Young Master Xu, this is the old man's humble house!" The village elder led the way while introducing Xu Hao.

This is a house with three entrances and three exits. Although it looks old and damaged, it is still decent, and it is also the most complete building in the whole village.

"This was originally the child's wing, so I'll live here for the time being tonight. If you have any needs, you can ask the old man!" The village elder arranged a place for Xu Hao, with a trace of apology and flattery in his words.

Obviously, in this dungeon world, scholars seem to have a certain social status, and even the head of a village treats them like this.

"Excuse me, how many people are there in this courtyard?" Xu Hao immediately stopped the village chief when he saw that he was about to prepare for accommodation.

"I lost my wife in my early years, and now I have two children and a daughter-in-law!" The village elder didn't hide anything, and said directly, "Not long ago, the eldest son of this old man got married."

Xu Hao asked calmly, "Oh. I don't know which side this in-law's family belongs to, is it also from this village?"

"That's not true. The dog made friends outside, and it can be regarded as knowledgeable and courteous!" When the old village elder talked about his daughter-in-law, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitched, with a sense of pride and pride, thinking that his son had found a good wife.

Especially this good wife also understands cultural knowledge.

Xu Hao didn't ask too much, because he just found the trace of the Painted Skin Demon, but who it is, has not been seen yet, but according to his perception, the clone of the Painted Skin Demon is in this courtyard.

It is very likely that it is the daughter-in-law of the village chief. Of course, there is no certainty. It is also possible that the village chief's son was replaced by the painted skin monster.

The painted skin demon is extremely harmful and has devoured human beings. It is very troublesome to be able to use the opponent's skin to become a clone, and to obtain the memory of the replacement.

Non-professionals can't find it out, and even some ordinary professionals have difficulty distinguishing it.

Next, Xu Hao put the book basket behind him in the East Wing.

"Father, why did you give up my wedding room to outsiders?" Before Xu Hao could make a move, a dissatisfied male voice sounded from outside the room.

Apparently the son of the village chief was somewhat dissatisfied with the arrangement of the village chief.

"Keep your voice down, other people are scholars!" the village head scolded.

The boy replied, "What's wrong with being a scholar? It's not because of fame, and my wife is also a scholar!"

"Is that the same for you? In short, it has been arranged, and it's up to you. Don't talk nonsense later, otherwise, the family law will take care of you." The village elder said sternly, "In addition, your brother is in the enlightenment stage, and there is a good Introduced by your teacher, isn’t it better than anything else?”

Although the man was dissatisfied, he could only sigh once things had come to an end.

crunch.

Xu Hao retreated to the door, walked out, and immediately saw several other people from the house owner.

There are four people in the courtyard, the old man is naturally the village chief, while the other three are a man and a woman, plus a half-grown child.

The young man, ordinary in appearance, but burly in stature, was the eldest son of the village chief, but Xu Hao could tell that this man was a bit overworked, and there was a hint of gray on his face.

The woman next to the man has a beautiful face, she has the temperament of a lady, and she has a good figure and a rosy face.

Xu Hao's eyes fell on the woman, and he was sure.

This is the painted skin demon.

The young man obviously sensed Xu Hao's gaze, and immediately stepped forward, coming between the woman and Xu Hao, blocking Xu Hao's sight with his burly body.

On the contrary, the Painted Skin Demon's face was indifferent, with a sly provocative look in his eyes, as if his beautiful eyes could speak, and he was seducing Xu Hao.

After all, Xu Hao's figure and appearance are also first-class. At the moment, he is dressed as a scholar, and in the world of Liaozhai, he is treated like the protagonist.

Xu Hao met the Painted Skin Demon's gaze playfully, and then looked at the half-grown child beside him.

The child is fourteen or fifteen years old, looks a little thin, and there is a trace of monster in his spirit.

Just by ordinary observation, Xu Hao has already determined the relationship around him. This painted skin demon is not only trying to murder young men, but also seems to be grafting some abilities on half-grown children, it seems to have an intention.

"Mr. Xu, let me introduce you. This is Laoji's eldest son, Huang Sen. This is Laoji's second son, Huang Liu. This is the eldest son's wife, Huang Liushi."

As the village chief Huang Kun introduced, several people also saluted Xu Hao, showing enough respect.

"This is Mr. Xu, from Yuelu Academy, and he is going to Beijing for the exam!"

Xu Hao clasped his fists with a smile, thought for a while, but didn't attack right away.

After all, the village head, Huang Kun, was not mean to him, so he couldn't directly kill the other party's daughter-in-law in front of the other party.

The Painted Skin Demon's breath hiding ability is excellent.Ordinary means cannot reveal its true nature.

So, wait a minute!

After everyone introduced each other, the village head, Huang Kun, asked his daughter-in-law and eldest son to cook for Xu Hao, and even slaughtered an old hen to entertain him.

"Mr. Xu, are you going to Beijing to rush for the exam?" Huang Liu was also extremely smart. He ran up to Xu Hao, began to make indirect remarks, and even made a poem for Xu Hao to comment on.

This kind of questioning was not difficult for Xu Hao, even throwing out an ancient poem casually made Huang Liu amazed again and again.

The village head, Huang Kun, also knows a little bit of culture, and he admires Xu Hao's poems, so he doesn't have any more temptations.

Soon, the 'dinner' was served on the table.

Xu Hao's eyes flickered with delusion, and then he understood why Huang Liu had a hint of evil spirit. It turns out that these meals are not simple, and even some special 'delicious dishes' are specially targeted.

Xu Hao did not rely on his own strength to eat and drink indiscriminately, he just ate a little rice and found an excuse to shirk.

After dinner, Xu Hao 'taught' Huang Liu a little more, then returned to his east wing, lit the oil lamp, and prepared to light up the night battle.

To dress up as a scholar, one must act like one.

Moreover, the eyebrows and eyes of the painted skin demon at the dinner table let Xu Hao know that it will not be peaceful tonight.

Xu Hao was in the room, observed the surroundings for a while, sensed the feng shui of the surroundings, and fiddled with some furniture casually, then quietly leaned on the table and read.

"Master Xu, the weather is cold, go to bed early!"

The village chief gave a reminder at night and went back again.

At midnight the weather grew cooler and a thin mist rose.

In the mist, it seems to be mixed with wisps of drowsy green smoke.

Huang Kun, Huang Sen, and Huang Liu fell asleep like dead pigs after smelling the green smoke.

"Here we come!" A sneer sneered at the corner of Xu Hao's mouth.

If there is a way in heaven, you don't go, but if there is no way in the region, you choose to vote.

As long as Xu Hao kills one clone, then he only needs to watch the remnant soul of the painted skin monster clone flow there with the eyes of the delusion, and the next step is to kill all the way to the past.

Simple, convenient and affordable!
Of course, in order to prevent the other party from showing any signs of breaking free, Xu Hao had to make arrangements a little bit.

After a few breaths, there was a sound of light footsteps in the courtyard.

Immediately afterwards, a figure came to the door of the East Wing.

"Master Xu, are you resting?"

The pleasant voice is full of charm, which makes the cold night full of heat.

"Sister-in-law, what's the matter?" Xu Hao asked plainly.

"Elder-in-law is afraid that you will catch a cold, so I brought you a quilt!" The painted skin demon's voice sounded again, whimpering, the sound alone can make people daydream.

crunch.

The door opened, Xu Hao stretched out his hand, and grabbed the Painted Skin Demon.

"Hehe, Mr. Xu, she is a married woman...you have to be gentle..."

The painted skin demon's greasy voice had just sounded, and it was about to have something more exciting, but then, it felt something was wrong.

Because the palm grasping it is too strong, I don't want to do it by a scholar who has no strength to restrain the chicken.

Especially when it was caught by Xu Hao, its whole body felt numb.

Then came the pain.

"Young master, you hurt..."

The Painted Skin Demon felt the opposing energy sweeping towards it, as if hit by an impact, its whole body trembled.

Demonic power against spiritual power.

But it wasn't enough at all. In an instant, the Painted Skin Demon's resistance was washed away by the spiritual power.

"who are you?"

The Painted Skin Demon spoke with difficulty, but what greeted it was a powerful bombardment.

puff.

The painted skin of the Painted Skin Demon was damaged, leaving a deep crack where the bones could be seen, and at the same time, the evil spirit was dispelled.

"Ah, husband, help, someone is going to rape me!"

The Painted Skin Demon wants to spout blood.

But also because of its smoke, the words could only resound in the village, and couldn't wake Huang Sen and others at all.

boom.

Under the impact of Xu Hao's Taoist cultivation base, the Painted Skin Demon swelled to the maximum like a balloon, and then exploded with a loud sound.

sigh.

A miserable howl resounded, and immediately after that, a hidden energy surged out from the painted skin demon's body.

A strand of its remnant soul quickly rushed out from the gap in the window and shot into the distance.

Xu Hao looked indifferently at the ray of remnant souls fleeing, he pushed open the door, his spiritual sense opened, and after realizing that Huang Kun and others were only in a coma, his sword box shot out from the backpack on the virtual panel.

'The dragon roars to the sky, and the sword flies! '

In an instant, Xu Hao followed the direction where the painted skin demon's remnant soul fled.

This shows the benefits of Xu Hao possessing Xuanyuan, the divine weapon.

He could catch up with the painted skin demon with rapid flying by relying on the divine weapon Xuanyuan, but if it were other earth-level powerhouses, they would have killed the painted skin monster at most, and it was impossible to catch up with the painted skin demon's remnant soul.

This is why the Painted Skin Demon is hard to kill.

But these are nothing to Xu Hao.

On Xuanyuan, the divine weapon, Xu Hao glanced at the symbols of the compass for determining the sky, and moved forward quickly.

Whoosh.

A powerful sonic boom resounded.

A figure stood on a hill next to a post station.

Its face is dressed like a wandering warrior, but its whole body is full of blood, which makes it look extremely arrogant and intimidating.

The wandering warrior looked at the station under the hill, and immediately licked his lips.

It was another night of good harvest, because in the post station, one of its 'clones' had been given a lot of drugs, and the drugs reached a large number of people. For the rest, it only needs to be combined with the 'clone' internally and externally, and it will definitely earn more money. Much blood.

But before it moved, a faint breath came from a distance.

The wandering martial artist frowned as he felt the dark breath, because it was of the same origin as it, and it was a part of its soul.

Was it killed?

The wandering warrior was silent for a moment, instead of rushing down the mountain immediately, he was ready to accept this ray of soul.

Although all of the painted skin demon's souls can be discarded, if one is discarded, it will be damaged, and it will take a certain price to replenish and repair it.

Now, it just takes a little time. From its point of view, this is nothing more than normal.

In many cases, the clone of the Painted Skin Demon will become a consumable, but as long as you accept the soul split, the loss will be within the acceptable range.

Whoosh.

The painted skin demon of the wandering warrior casts a secret method to make the soul split faster.

laugh.

The split soul shot and merged into its body, but before the wandering warrior could digest the memory in the split soul, a more powerful roar came from a distance.

"Palm Thunder!"

thunderbolt.

In the night, thunder flickered.

"Not good!" The Painted Skin Demon, a wandering warrior, saw an imposing thunderbolt rising in the distance approaching its position, without the slightest hesitation, he directly avoided it.

But the Thunder were too fast.

As soon as he heard the sound, the thunder had already struck in front of his eyes.

boom.

The moment of contact, the whole body of the wandering warrior was scorched black, and its powerful thunder force killed its vitality.

A ray of split soul shot out again.

This ray of soul is slightly stronger than the previous soul of Huang Liu's, almost twice the size.

Whoosh.

The split soul shot towards the post station under the mountain bag at an extremely fast speed.

Xu Hao piloted Xuanyuan, the divine weapon, and landed on the hill. His eyes were filled with the power to break the delusion, and he stared at the remnant soul of the painted skin demon flying down.

"Long Xiao Nine Heavens, Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!"

Xu Hao made a gesture, and he also rushed towards the station.

"Heaven and Earth are boundless, Qiankun borrows the law!"

The bloody mark was shot out, and it ruthlessly bombarded the latest painted skin demon who looked like a chef, killing it.

Immediately afterwards, the scattered and remnant souls of the Painted Skin Demon surged and shot in other directions.

In this way, the Painted Skin Demon kept dying, and Xu Hao kept chasing after him.

Two heads, four heads, five heads...

The number has been increasing, and the remnant souls have become more and more powerful.

Xu Hao has been chasing, his current spiritual power is still enough, at least half of the time is consumed, he will not give up.

"Huh?" When Xu Hao kept killing the painted skin monster and tracking down the painted skin monster's remnant soul, in a dark place, a painted skin monster with a terrifying aura woke up from its deep sleep.

It is like an ancient general, dressed in shining armor, and even whoever is in the crystal coffin radiates a terrifying evil aura.

It's arrogance is monstrous, but at the moment its face has a chance to be ugly.

It feels the situation of its own clone, and it cannot get rid of this situation at all.

"Damn it, at this critical juncture?" The general turned his head and looked at a phantom of a treasure that was about to mature beside the crystal coffin. The link of killing souls.

The sky and the earth are big, not as big as yourself.

And it is at the most critical moment, it doesn't want the righteous people recruited by the split soul to affect its advancement.

　Thanks to the book friend 160605124425003 for the 2000 reward, and I will add more in a few days to make up the debt.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)