Cultivation little Taoist

Chapter 612

Soon, a ghost messenger with a seductive rope pinned behind him slowly formed a line. After seeing Zhang Jun laughing, he trembled all over his body, and his knees softened, and he knelt down.

"The villain doesn't know that the master of the first grade is coming, and he is far away to welcome him, and he hopes to forgive his sins!"

Ye Feng was stunned for a moment, this level of inferiority is even more prestigious than third-level inferiority!

"I ask you, is it AWOL, lazy position!

Here, why did the soul-receiving hearse appear! "

Zhang Jun laughed and asked angrily, the ghost officer trembled in fright: "Master Yin, I am going to report this matter to the Yin Division.

On that mountain road recently, I never received a soul again, and afterward investigation found that it was a hearse collecting souls.

I thought it was because my superiors saw that I was working so hard, so they specially got the direct tool for me! "

"Looking at your hard work, do you still want to show some face?" Zhang Jun laughed and kicked the ghost boy.

Zhang Junxiao has just been promoted to a first-rank errand, and he is unhappy with the heavy workload. This little errand even dares to say that he has a lot of work!

"The little ones don't dare, but it's not our Yin Division who collects the soul, who else can it be?
I don't even know the little one..."

The ghost servant hurriedly got up from the ground and continued to speak while kneeling.

"It's useless to ask this little ghost." Ye Feng shook his head, "I'm investigating this matter, I wonder if you can help me, Fifth Brother?"

Zhang Jun smiled and waved his hands: "Our senior brother said this is too outlandish.

When I report to the Yin Division and authorize you to investigate and solve the matter of the hearse, how about giving you the Yin Division Soldiers Talisman? "

"Fuck!"

Ye Feng was stunned for a moment.

Possessing the yin soldier talisman means that you can call the yin soldiers at will!

And according to the level of the soldier talisman, you can even call the corresponding level of Yin difference at will.

This is much more invincible than the Maoshan Five Ghost Technique.

Are my five senior brothers now so powerful?

But Ye Feng didn't want to be so high-profile, he waved his hand, "Brother Fifth, you can just come up and help me."

Zhang Lingxiu raised his forehead, "My time is very precious, you don't even know how many official documents I have to write and how many souls I have to send..."

"And then?" Ye Feng looked at Zhang Jun and smiled.

"Then..." Zhang Jun shrugged his shoulders with a smile, and then showed a smile: "My little brother is looking for me, of course he has time anytime."

"That's fine." Ye Feng waved his hand: "When the time comes, bring more things.

This time, I couldn't detect any aura of him when I was transferred to the third rank, and even the local ghost messengers didn't know his existence, which proves that my cultivation base is not low. "

Zhang Jun smiled seriously and nodded: "Don't worry."

Then Zhang Junxiao disappeared in place, and Ye Feng opened the door.

"Brother Tianshi, how are you doing?"

"It's not good." Ye Feng shook his head, but now he has no clue.

The only clue is Yu Liang.

But Yu Liang's inexplicable disappearance is really too strange.

Ye Feng looked at the sky turning pale, and felt that it would be better to meet Zhuge Ming first, so as to delay the time to return to Binhai.

To ensure safety, Yu's father and mother also followed them back to the side of the mountain road. Zhuge Ming was still waiting there, but beside Zhuge Ming, there were two men in mountaineering suits.

The two men leaned against the railing, a little lost.

"Those two gangsters have been taken away by the police. Later, the hearse drove over from the direction you were going, and I rescued two living people on it." Zhuge Ming squinted his eyes.

Ye Feng frowned, "You mean, the hearse coming from Yujia Village?"

"Correct."

"Zhuge, do you have the ability to remember with a photographic memory when you practice Qimen Dunjia?"

"Basic talent."

"Then did you see a couple holding a baby who couldn't cry?"

Zhuge Ming frowned, he thought about it carefully, "Yes."

"Damn! It turned out that he ran away in a hearse!"

Ye Feng scolded, and then looked at Zhuge Ming: "Has your Qimen Dunjia power failed? Why didn't you count anything..."

"Huh?" Zhuge Ming was stunned for a moment, "I used the Sky Dungeon to kill the gate when I was killing Wuwu, and before that, I opened the Shucang area and was injured by a paper tiger. Recently, I really can't use the Qimen gate force.

What's the matter, what's the matter? "

Ye Feng asked Si Han and Zhuge Ming to explain, and then walked up to the two men in mountaineering suits: "Where did you come from?"

It seems that this series of events are all related to the hearse.

The man in the mountaineering suit glanced at Ye Feng, and suddenly burst into tears, "We're sorry for the mouse..."

Finally, the man in the mountaineering suit slowly talked about his experience:

"We were originally three people, a group of donkey friends.

But when we travel, we don't like to take the usual way, because those tourist attractions that have been fully developed have lost their souls, so we like to walk to places that are inaccessible.

There are big mountains around here, which is good for us to get close to nature, so we chose a direction at random and walked into the mountains.

But we have forgotten that we who have lived in reinforced concrete piles for a long time have lost the self-protection ability and keen sense of danger of our ancestors.

When passing through a jungle, one of my teammates was suddenly stung by a mouse.

Mouse is his nickname, and the three of us are very friendly.

He didn't see clearly whether it was bees or wasps, or other highly poisonous insects.

Injuries of this degree are considered pediatrics for us. Since we are ready to travel away from the team, snake bites and bee stings should have been counted long ago.

But I forgot that not everyone can adapt to bee venom.

It’s like penicillin. Maybe you were fine last year, but today your physique changes and you are allergic.

Some bee venom will enter the blood vessels, and anaphylactic shock will occur, resulting in death.

Although my friend Li Feng and I quickly used a sterile needle to remove the broken thorn in the flesh, then pinched the stung part hard, sucked repeatedly with our mouths to suck out the toxin, and applied some medicine.

But the condition of the rat was very bad. After 15 minutes, his face turned blue and his breathing became very rapid. The place where he was stung was red and swollen like a bun.

His pulse and heartbeat started to drop.

I have relatively strong strength, so I had to carry him on my back and quickly search for the locals. Since they live here, they naturally have a way to deal with bee venom.

Fortunately, we didn't go far, and we saw a village with neat but sparse buildings.

But the soil there is very soft. When I stepped on the land with my friend on my back, I felt like I was stepping on a thick plush carpet. When I looked down, the soil was all red.

There are not many people in the village, but they are still very enthusiastic. They are very surprised at our arrival, and it can be seen that no one has been here for a long time.

Sure enough, as I expected, they are very good at treating bee venom. An old man who looks about [-] years old, but has a white hair and a childlike face, and his body is still tough asked us to carry my friend to his house, and then went to the back room to prepare some herbs and chew them with our mouths. The pulp was mixed with some black juice, and smeared on the wound.

Soon, the friend's wound began to swell, but his face was still pale and his lips were dry and cracked.

The people in the village entertained us very kindly, which moved us who have long been accustomed to the intrigue in the city, but the old man reminded us.

'Don't let your friends eat dirt. '

'Eat dirt? '

Of course, Li Feng and I felt very strange. Although the soil here is indeed a bit different, it is not enough to pick it up and eat it as a delicacy.

I couldn't help laughing a little.

The old man was a little unhappy, but he still stroked his beard and gave another warning.

"The bee venom is gone, but your friend had better not touch our terracotta until he is fully recovered, otherwise, we will not be able to save you." '

After finishing speaking, he got up and was busy cooking for us.

The old man eats very little, which may be their way of keeping in good health, but I suddenly found that, including the old man, everyone in this village is very red, just like Guan Gong.

In the daytime, because of the sunlight, I don’t feel it, but I feel a little healthy and strong, but at night, it looks red like blood under the light, and it feels almost transparent, as if giving people It doesn't feel like a physical person.

After dinner, my companion suggested that we leave tomorrow morning, and I agreed, after all, I always feel a little uneasy here.

Later...it really made me discover something that made me extremely uneasy..."

The man in the mountaineering suit stared wide-eyed, and began to whisper: "I don't know if too many things happened during the day, I tossed and turned on the bed and couldn't sleep. Suddenly I vaguely heard the old man get up from the back room and tiptoe out After opening the door, he squatted on the ground and remained motionless.

My bed is in the living room, facing the door, so I can see it clearly, but since the old man's back is facing me, I really don't know what he is doing.

The moonlight was like snow, falling like frost, I moved my body a little to see clearly, but unexpectedly the bamboo bed was very old, and there was a creaking sound when I moved a little.

I can't forget that moment, the old man heard it and turned his head suddenly.

The moonlight happened to shine on his face, and the kind and kind old man had disappeared during the day.

I saw him grabbing the red soil on the ground and stuffing it into his mouth frantically. The corners of his mouth and face were covered with red soil particles, and the saliva mixed with the red soil flowed down like blood. I looked at him and remembered The picture of the lion eating broadcasted by the animal world.

The old man's eyes were wide open, and as his cheeks sunken and bulged regularly, he swallowed the dirt in his mouth vigorously.

I was so frightened that I couldn’t speak, watching the old man eating the red clay, I was very frightened...

The most frightening thing was that the old man was walking towards me slowly with red clay in the corner of his mouth..."

(End of this chapter)