Harvesting Yin

(' "There are zombies—"

The scar-faced man screamed in horror, and just as he reached the top of the stairs, there was a "plop", and he was caught off guard and rolled down.

The expressions of the proprietress and the four men changed, and they hurried over to help him up. The proprietress scolded in a low voice, "What's the name of the ghost! Is that kid dead?"

The scar-faced man was trembling all over, his lips were trembling, and he pointed at it and said in a trembling voice: "There are... there are zombies!"

"Zombie your sister's corpse!" The proprietress slapped her face hard, and said bitterly, "Your brain is flooded, how can there be zombies in my house?"

The scar-faced man ignored the pain on his body, and said with horror on his face: "That kid... that kid is a zombie. I slashed at him with a knife, and the knife broke immediately, but he didn't move..."

"Is there such a thing?" The proprietress frowned, and her face became serious. "He didn't react at all? He didn't jump up? Or was he bleeding?"

The man with the scarred face cried and said with lingering fear: "No, he's like a rock. It's terrifyingly hard. No, it's harder than a rock! Look, my hands have been shattered."

Everyone looked at it in the dim light, and the man with the scarred face was indeed split open, dripping with blood.

"Boss, this..." One of the black-faced men had an ugly face, and the soles of his feet felt cold.

The proprietress was also terrified, but she was unwilling to give up. She glanced at the black-faced man and ordered, "Kuizi, go up and have a look."

"Me?" Hearing this, the black-faced man's expression changed immediately, and he shook his head again and again, "I won't go, I won't go, Boss, even if you kill me, I won't go."

The proprietress was filled with anger, and she glanced at the five people with a look of resentment: "Five big men who kill people without blinking an eye, how timid! Even if that kid is a zombie, he is a zombie who can't move. I'm afraid What!"

When everyone heard it, they thought it was reasonable, but they all lowered their heads, and no one dared to say that they would go.

The scar-faced man looked at the proprietress cautiously, and said, "Boss, how about...you go?"

"Yes, boss, you are brave, go!"

When everyone heard the words, their hearts were relieved, and they echoed one after another, with expressions of encouragement on their faces.

"You..." The proprietress was very angry, her face was ashen, she paused, she had no choice but to grit her teeth and said, "Okay! I will go! But this time, I will get [-]% more."

"Okay! Yes, I agree." Seeing her agree, the scar-faced man hurriedly said.

The other four men also raised their hands again and again and said: "I also agree, the boss takes the lead and is not afraid of zombies, so it should be [-]% more."

"Go to hell!"

The proprietress cursed and tiptoed up the stairs with a sharp knife in her hand.

The scar-faced man fled out just now, and the door was not closed. At this moment, the proprietress swallowed, suppressed the tension in her heart, held the sharp knife tightly, and stepped in with one step.

"Boss, why are you here now?"

Under the dim candlelight, Yang Que was sitting at the table, drinking wine and eating vegetables leisurely, looking at her with a smile.

"Bang!"

The sharp knife in her hand suddenly fell to the ground, the proprietress's legs trembled, and she almost knelt down.

Her complexion turned pale, she stared at Yang Que, and said in a trembling voice, "You...are you still...drinking?"

The corner of Yang Que's mouth was slightly bent, and he said: "If you don't drink, should you lie on the bed with your head in a different place?"

"You..." The proprietress shook her body, her face changed drastically.

After a while, her eyes flashed fiercely, she bent over and picked up the sharp knife on the ground, and with a flick of her body, she threw herself at Yang Que fiercely, screaming, "Whether you are a human or a ghost! I will fight you tonight!"

"Snapped!"

Holding the wine glass in one hand, Yang Que swung her casually with the other, and slapped her out, rolling to the ground.

"Miss Boss, I just want to ask you something, there is no need to use a knife, right?"

Yang Que looked calm and calm.

The proprietress jumped up from the ground, with blood on the corner of her mouth and fear in her eyes, she said in a trembling voice: "Where are you a master? Wuhua Castle? Jiuying Mountain?"

Yang Que shook his head, but did not speak, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.

"Kuizi's face is scarred! Fuck him! Everyone come up and chop him up!"

Seeing that she couldn't ask, the proprietress had a fierce look on her face, she turned her head and shouted.

"Boom!"

There was the sound of rushing upstairs, and after counting breaths, five fierce men with simple knives appeared at the door together.

Seeing that the proprietress was fine, the man with the scarred face said doubtfully, "Boss, you..."

Before he could speak, he saw Yang Que who was sitting at the table drinking at a glance, his eyes widened and his mouth opened wide: "He...he..."

"He's your sister! Cut him off!"

The proprietress shouted angrily, raised the sharp knife in her hand, and rushed towards Yang Que again.

Except for the scar-faced man standing there trembling, the other four men shouted in unison, with the plain knife in their hands cold and cold, followed closely behind the proprietress, and rushed up.

"Jie Jie——"

Suddenly, black mist billowed in front of him, and a ghost with scarlet eyes and a fierce face suddenly appeared!

It opened its bloody mouth wide, its fangs creaked, its claws flashed coldly, its body suddenly swelled, and it broke through the roof in an instant, becoming extremely huge.

Opening his mouth wide, he swallowed the proprietress rushing in front of him in one gulp, chewed and swallowed.

"Crack!" With a crisp sound, a severed foot fell from its teeth and landed on the ground, its muscles still twitching.

Afterwards, its blood-red gaze, which was still full of meaning, stared bloodthirstyly at the few humans behind it.

"Damn—"

The four men who followed the proprietress and rushed over suddenly screamed in horror, froze, and collapsed on the ground in fright, their faces pale with horror.

The scar-faced man who stood blankly at the door shuddered and rolled his eyes, frightened to death.

The ghost grinned ferociously, and was about to stretch out its claws to tear them apart when Yang Que yelled, "Come back!"

The spirit ghost's body shrank rapidly, with a respectful face, not daring to disobey in the slightest, and went directly into the soul cultivation room.

The four trembling men, whose teeth were chattering violently, looked at Yang Que in horror, more terrified than seeing the ghost.

"I'm going to ask you some things. If I am satisfied with the answer, I will spare your lives today. Do you understand?"

Yang Que put away the Soul Cultivation House and said directly without talking to them.

The four men nodded in panic, their lips trembling.

"Have you heard of Snow Mountain? Or Shenhu Palace?" Yang Que asked.

The four tried their best to think hard, but they didn't know.

"Then, have you found any abnormal conditions around here? For example, strange beasts, flying things, or strange lights?" Yang Que continued to ask.

The four of them racked their brains and thought hard, but they still didn't know anything. Suddenly, they felt hopeless.

Yang Que sighed, feeling disappointed in his heart, and said, "Then, I'll let you stay."

Just as he was about to make a move, his eyes froze, and his body instantly appeared at the window, smashing the wooden window with his palm, and looking around.

"Giggle", a burst of laughter came, a white figure suddenly landed on the ground, stepped on the white snow all over the ground, and rushed towards the jungle in front, with a small fluffy tail faintly exposed behind it.

"Fairy!"

Yang Que's eyes lit up, and he didn't care about killing the few mortals in the room, he jumped out, sacrificed his exorcism sail, and chased after the white figure.

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