The life simulator of the strange world

Chapter 110
Zhu Qi looked a little strange at the proud white-haired old man who looked like a nobleman in troubled times.

The mountain is too high, is this old man out of oxygen?
He is 80 to [-] years old and has lost all his teeth, so don't pretend to be a noble son in troubled times, sir.

Zhu Qi glanced at the two puppies with bared teeth following the old man, and asked, "Where is the strange man?"

"This son is!"

The folding fan of the white-haired old man was still swaying slowly, and the wind from the swing of the jade folding fan blew on his face, causing the white-haired old man's face to twitch slightly.

"You old man, are you using me for entertainment?" Zhu Qi frowned.

He wanted to find a strange man, and Liu Cuiping also said that the strange man was a handsome young man with two cute children by his side.

But what appeared in front of Zhu Qi at this time was an old man who didn't take a bath all the year round, and there were two puppies beside him.

"You!" The white-haired old man was just about to get angry, but he was taken aback: "What, you can see me."

"My son is a fart!"

I wish Qi Fu's magic palm, and slapped it out with one palm.

This palm also has the meaning of testing.

In fact, when the white-haired old man insisted that he was a "son", Zhu Qi had already thought of a possibility.

Illusion!

The white-haired old man used illusions to deceive people, making people think he was a handsome young man. The reason why he failed to confuse Zhu Qi was because Zhu Qi had been using his dark eyes since he met the golden armored general at the foot of the mountain. , using his true energy to support the huge consumption of "Yinmu".

All ghosts and phantoms are just illusions in his eyes!

The old man slapped Zhu Qi, his expression changed drastically, he took two steps back and fell to the ground with a loud "Ouch".

The two puppies pounced on loyally to protect their master, but unfortunately they were also eight-level dog monsters in Zhu Qi's eyes. With six-level strength, it was easy to kill the two little puppy monsters with one palm!
On the contrary, the death of the two dog demons brought Zhu Qi two simulated coins, which was a windfall.

"Children!"

The old man fell on the snow and wailed: "Since you want to die, I will give you a death!"

He flicked his sleeves violently, and fifty or sixty yellow paper figurines flew out of the sleeves.

Zhu Qi's heart tightened, and he quickly backed away to open the distance, and retreated to Zhao Gang's side.

"The gods will obey the order!" The old man shouted, "Put these two thieves to death!"

The paper figurine turned around and came towards Zhu Qi.

"Feather Sword!"

Zhu Qi pulled out the only talisman sword that could be held in his hand, turned around with the sword on his back, and the sword light turned into feathers covering his whole body. As for Zhao Gang, let's ask for blessings.

The dense paper figurines hit like a storm, and Zhao Guan staggered to the side to dodge, but in Zhu Qi's eyes, it was more like a move.

But what's strange is that none of these paper figurines went to chase and kill Zhao Gang, but all flocked to him.

"What is it!" The old man in the distance looked at Zhao Gang in horror.

What?

I wish Qi a heart move.

The so-called "what thing" comes from a legend. It is said that there was a literary sage in the previous dynasty, whose cultivation had also reached the upper three realms. One day he was drinking in his home, and someone walked in barefoot.

Wen Sheng thought it was a human being, drove him away and scolded him, but the man ignored him and thought it was a ghost, but the spell of exorcism could hardly hurt the opponent, finally Wen Sheng picked up a stick and beat the barefoot monster away, leaving him behind. He wrote a sentence, "What is it that is neither a human nor a ghost?"

It took only a moment to think, and the paper figurine had already smashed onto Zhu Qi's body, covering his head and face, making him a solid paste, but the next moment, the paper figurine was smashed by the feather sword light, and turned into confetti.

"How is this possible!" The old man was shocked again, even more frightened than when he saw Zhao Gang.

"It seems that there is no problem with the simulator"

It's just that something went wrong, the old man's paper figurine spell was useless to him, not only to himself, it seemed to be completely useless to Zhao Gang, and he even ignored Zhao Gang.

Zhu Qi scattered his feathered clothes and sword light, and walked towards the white-haired old man step by step: "You are a strange person."

However, the strange man still didn't intend to catch him without a fight, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Dementor Claw!"

He grabbed Zhu Qi violently with one hand, and a cloud of black mist appeared behind him, and the black mist surged, and an illusory mist ghost claw appeared.

Zhu Qi's complexion changed, and he immediately pulled away, but the speed of the mist ghost claw was far beyond imagination, and it directly melted into Zhu Qi's body.

Zizi!

The misty ghost claw sprang out from Zhu Qi's body, and the ghost claw rolled wildly on the ground, with clusters of burning flames on the fingers of the claw,
"Ah!"

The white-haired old man screamed and pointed at Zhu Qi: "I'm haunted by evil fire!"

Zhu Qi also suddenly remembered that it seemed that in a certain simulation, he was roasted by Shi Taisui with Yin fire, and the power of the soul increased greatly. At that time, he had no choice but to choose the power of the soul.

"I see."

I wish Qi Qi's doubts were completely resolved.

With no respect for the elderly, he kicked the white-haired old man to the ground and trampled him under his feet.

"Forgive me, forgive me!" The white-haired old man also realized that all his spells could not harm Zhu Qi, and hurriedly changed his attitude.

Zhu Qi was really not in a hurry to kill the old man. He pulled out the talisman sword and stuck it on the ground against the opponent's neck: "What method do you practice? Why can you kill others but not hurt me?"

"You...you don't know?" the old man asked aggrievedly.

"Nonsense, I know I still need to ask you?" Zhu Qi said impatiently: "Say it quickly, or I will drag you down the mountain and let everyone see the handsome and strange man, an old man who doesn't take a bath."

Zhu Qi had an idea and actually frightened the old man.

"No, I said!"

The old man said: "I am practicing the mystical method of the soul. Those who are not as good as me can be suppressed and killed with magic."

"That dementor claw just now?" Zhu Qi asked.

"Yes!" The old man nodded.

Zhu Qi asked again: "Where is the golden armor general? Why can't you hurt me?"

"That's my son..."

"Huh?" Zhu Qi looked coldly.

"Old man, cough cough, I..." The white-haired old man cried and said with a mournful face, "I modified it based on a supernatural power. That supernatural power is really difficult to practice. I found another way to practice this kind of four images."

It is true that the four are not the same, the strength of the soul is higher than that of the old man, and it will not be hurt at all, it is a waste.

It is only natural that his spells are useless to Zhao Gang. If Zhao Gang is really "something", neither a human nor a ghost, it is estimated that there is no soul. In the eyes of the paper man and golden armored general, he is just a stone.

"Zhao Gang, keep an eye on him." Zhu Qi told Zhao Gang to come over.

Zhao Gang, who completely ignores the magic of the soul, is the old man's natural nemesis.

However, Zhu Qi also secretly rejoiced that if he hadn't strengthened his mind and soul, he would definitely "death" when he met the old man.

Soul magic, very unreasonable!

Zhu Qi went into the old man's room by himself to search, with the old man's enthusiastic help, I wish Qi Qi searched things with half the effort.

There are a million taels of banknotes under the bed!

It's a pity that the white-haired old man usually does paper-cutting in addition to paper-cutting, and he doesn't like to collect magical weapons and magic weapon talisman papers at all, so there is only yellow paper here except money.

"Ok?"

Zhu Qi moved his ears and turned to look at the table under the window.

On the table are golden scissors and a stack of yellow paper.

The yellow paper struggled to move.

"There is something!"

Zhu Qi blinked.

Secret technique: Yinmu.

(End of this chapter)