I'm not immortal

Chapter 88 The Old Mille-Feuille Pie
This small village is not too remote, it is small.

The only advantage is that it is relatively close to the mountains and can develop farmhouses.

But it is already night, and there is no one in the farmhouse.

The moon tonight is not very bright, but a little groggy.

Suddenly, on a hillside outside the small village, as if turned upside down, a figure slowly emerged with a crimson mask on his face, and only a pair of eyes shining with black and gold light could be seen.

Under the dark night, the golden light became more and more eye-catching, as if two bands of light were drawn from the corners of the eyes.

Jiang Qi followed the address given by Captain Wang to this small mountain village, stood on a hillside overlooking it, and the method of hopeful qi inherited from the mysterious method of self-referencing has been implemented.

For a moment, from Jiang Qi's perspective, the formation and layout of the entire small mountain village can be seen at a glance.

The seemingly ordinary Feng Shui pattern is at most because of the advantage of the terrain because of the mountain, but that's all.

Of course, this is not the focus of Jiang Qi's attention. His focus is on the evil spirit in this small mountain village.

It was supposed to be evil, but Huiya is a family fairy, and has gone on an evil path. He even wants to monopolize the spiritual energy mechanism to achieve himself. I have to say, this big mouse really dares to think.

There were more than 400 emperors who ordered Kyushu. Excluding those who made up the number, there were also faint kings, lords of the mean, successful lords, and short-lived ghosts.

Even if there is no such delusion, Hui Fang's aura is definitely evil.

Thinking so, Jiang Qi glanced across the entire small mountain village, in order not to be noticed by Hui Ya, Jiang Qi didn't even start the Feng Shui Bureau in advance.

This is undoubtedly a very risky thing for this Feng Shui master.

"found it!"

Suddenly, Jiang Qi's eyes narrowed, and in a courtyard in the northwest corner of the small mountain village, he saw a black viscous evil energy that was so thick that it couldn't be melted away.

Jiang Qi is very familiar with this aura, it is Huiya, the leader of Huimen, once the strongest family fairy under Fifth Grandma's seat!
"call"

Jiang Qi exhaled slowly, the dagger appeared in his hand silently, and his whole body gradually became transparent.

In the yard of a farmer in the northwest corner of the small mountain village.

Old Wang, who had just returned from the night shift, stopped his electric car, stretched himself, and let out a comfortable moan.

He is a widower and has always been alone. In the early years, there were enthusiastic old neighbors who wanted to introduce him to a sequel.

But recently, as I got older, gradually no one mentioned this matter anymore.

Lao Wangtou was also happy to be leisurely, and the whole family was not hungry after eating enough for one person.

wrong
The relaxed smile on Old Wangtou's face disappeared, and he silently moved a whole fresh bull's head off the electric cart.

It's two now.

He hesitated for a while, then walked into the side room that was originally a warehouse.

"crunch."

The door, which had been in disrepair for a long time, opened, and with the ear-piercing sound, the old Wang head walked in with the meat in his hands.

The room was empty, with nothing but a shrine in the middle.

As the old king closed the door, only two red candles in front of the altar were left in the room, emitting faint light quietly.

The old Wang stared blankly at the shrine, his calves were trembling.

On the shrine is a half-human-high pottery statue of a god. The overall image is human, but the head is a black mouse's head.

The long and pointed mouth curled up in an arc, as if he was smiling, or as if he wanted to choose someone to eat.

Combined with the dim room and the faint candlelight, it gave people a kind of chilling and indescribable fear.

"Pfft!"

Old Wangtou slowly moved two steps forward, knelt down with a plop, and kowtowed firmly while trembling.

"Boom boom boom!"

After ringing his head three times in a row, the old king stepped forward with his head and knees down, took out three sticks of incense with his head down, lit them tremblingly, and inserted them into the incense burner in front of the shrine.

He kowtowed three more times.

After finishing all this, Lao Wangtou stood up, not daring to touch his sore forehead, and walked backwards to the side of the bull's head, and carefully removed the plastic bag.

Even though the blood flowed on his hands, he didn't dare to let it go.

He looked at the statue above the shrine, and said tremblingly, "I implore the Great Immortal to show his spirit, and enjoy the blood food offered by the disciple!"

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head deeply and raised the bull's head in his hand.

"Kara. Kala."

Accompanied by the sound of ceramics cracking, the old Wang's head trembled even more.

"call!"

Suddenly, Old Wangtou felt a gust of wind blowing by, and he also smelled a stench in his nose, but he still didn't dare to move.

"Crack!"

"Suck it up."

The muffled sound of broken bones and the strange sound of sucking echoed on top of Old Wangtou's head one after the other.

His legs could hardly stand, but he still didn't dare to move at all.

I don't know how long it took, the old Wangtou felt that his hand was light, and the whole bull's head disappeared, leaving only two horns in his hand.

"good."

"The meat is good, and so are you."

A strange and gloomy sound came from the shrine.

The old Wangtou immediately knelt down, kowtowed and said, "It's good that the Immortal is satisfied! It's because the disciple's place is a little bit poorer, and the Immortal has been wronged!"

"Shabby? Hehehe."

"Looked up."

Listening to the laughter that sent chills down the spine, Old Wang raised his head tremblingly.

I saw the god statue on the shrine, but I don't know when it disappeared, and it was replaced by a black fur mouse as big as a lamb.

Looking down at Old Wang's head, he grinned.

"In a few days, you will have a villa, which is my reward for you."

"Thank you Daxian! Thank you Daxian!"

Old Wang's face turned red immediately, and he kowtowed like garlic.

Hui Fang smiled in satisfaction, and said, "Tomorrow, I want a small snake, no more than one or two small black snakes."

"more and more"

"laugh!"

Before Huiya finished speaking, a ray of azure blue knife light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes. The light of the knife was like the horns of an antelope, and its trajectory was unpredictable.

In the blink of an eye, the light of the knife passed Hui Fang's head.

Then, the black-haired mouse the size of a lamb was separated from its head and body.

The huge head fell to the ground with a muffled thud.

Only then did the owner of Daoguang reveal his figure, a presence with a crimson face.

The old Wang looked at the scene in front of him blankly, as if he hadn't reacted yet.

The Nuo Mian man flicked his dagger and took two steps forward, ready to check whether Hui Fang was dead or not.

"Pfft!"

The claws with short and thick black hair pierced the Nuo-mian man's heart, and dripping blood flowed out along the claws.

A strange figure with a human body and a mouse's head appeared behind the Nuo-mian man at some point, laughing sharply.

"You can use phantom body, and this immortal can also use phantom body!"

As soon as the words fell, the big black-haired rat whose head had been severed turned into sticky black energy and collapsed.

The old Wangtou stood up Shiran, came to Huiya, raised his hand by the way, turned into a huge animal palm covered with long brown hair, and slapped the Nuomian man hard on the head.

With one click, half of the Nuo-mian man's head collapsed.

"Old Hui, how is my performance, Master Xiong?"

“Not bad, not good”

"It turned out to be the secret of Chen Cang."

The Nuo-mian man whose heart was hollowed out and half of his head collapsed suddenly spoke with a hoarse voice.

"Coincidentally, this is also a phantom body."

Hui Fang's expression changed, and just as he was about to make a move, he saw the Nuo-mian man pierced by his claws collapsed into a ball of black-gold Xuan Qi.

A tiny bit of starlight slowly melted into the air.

(End of this chapter)