weird world corpse

Chapter 9 Fang Mu's Sassy Operation
"Your weak true energy, even if you add hers, so what?"

A trace of ominousness rose in the village chief's heart, he did not immediately attack Fang Mu, but retreated directly.

After living a long time in the previous life and becoming weird, how could it be careless.

After the distance was widened, the village chief felt a little relieved.

consumption!
This is what the village head thinks.

Now that the ghost domain is so big, it is impossible to consume Fang Mu's true energy with him.

After Fang Mu's mountain is exhausted, everything will be under control.

"Hey, those seniors met villains who were mentally retarded, why are the ones I met so stupid?"

Fang Mu sighed and lifted the head of the village chief.

The zhenqi in the body plus Qing Ruowu's transition, in fact, there is not much, and under the continuous erosion of yin qi, the zhenqi is disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At this speed, it is estimated that it will not take long for the true qi to disappear without a trace.

Originally, he planned to wait for the village chief to come over and give him a decisive blow. Maybe the village chief was too cautious.

Villains, aren't they all mentally handicapped?

"Hehehehe..." The village head let out a sneer, and turned his body to Qing Ruowu's direction.

There was despair in Qing Ruowu's eyes, did he still fail after all?

From the beginning to the end, Fang Mu left an extremely deep impression on her.

Unruffled in danger, calm and composed.

In time, he would definitely be able to make a difference, but it's a pity to follow her to die now.

Thinking of this desperate situation, Qing Ruowu regretted it.

It wasn't that she was afraid of death, but that she was reckless, and even brought an innocent person to die with her.

"Eh!" Qing Ruowu suddenly said, with pain in his voice.

Hearing this voice, Fang Mu and the village chief looked at Qing Ruowu.

I saw dark red runes reappearing on Qing Ruowu's body, but her face was even paler against the dark red background.

"Burning soul!" The village chief twisted and rushed over: "You are a good head, you must not die!"

Qing Ruowu's eyes showed despair, there was not enough time.

Originally, she wanted to burn her soul, but the distance between her and the village chief was too short, so short that she couldn't make it in time.

Seeing that the village chief was about to approach, Qing Ruowu sighed, "Can't even resort to the last resort?"

Despair enveloped her.

Thinking of the head being cut off, she couldn't help but stand on end.

The bent arm was getting closer and closer to Qing Ruowu, and when he was about to touch her, the village chief stopped suddenly.

Qing Ruowu was stunned, and then she heard a voice.

"I admit that I gambled, but I made the right bet."

"Is this... Fang Mu's voice?"

"laugh--"

A steaming broken thorn flew across, and the village chief's right hand flew out.

"Ah—uh!"

The screams came from the mouth of the village chief, but they stopped abruptly after only halfway through.

Because the short thorns did not stop, but were drawn out one after another.

"Shu!" "Shu!" "Shu!"

The short thorn was covered with a layer of scorching red light, and it drew three graceful arcs in mid-air, cutting off all the remaining hands and feet of the village chief.

At this time, the village chief had been cut to nothing but his body, and he fell to the ground.

Qing Ruowu was stunned, and saw the scene behind the village head.

I saw Fang Mu holding the ghost thorn in one hand and the head of the village chief in the other.

Above the head of the village chief was a mask, a blood-stained apron.

At the critical moment just now, Fang Mu pulled out the blood-stained bellyband and covered the head of the village chief.

Originally, he planned to wait for the village chief to come and cover the village chief, but he didn't expect the village chief to be such a dog.

The saying that people grow old and mature is not just for words.

Seeing that it was about to be destroyed, Fang Mu suddenly remembered the head he was holding.

Take a gamble, take a gamble.

Unexpectedly, the bet was indeed right. After putting the blood-stained bellyband on the head of the village chief, he was able to freeze the village chief for five seconds.

"quick!"

Fang Mu only said one word.

Qing Ruowu stared at Fang Mu blankly, not understanding what Fang Mu meant.

"boom!"

At this time, five seconds had expired, and the surrounding Yin Qi became stronger again.

"Ahhh! The old man is still planted on your hands, you want to die." The voice of the village chief came from the blood-stained bellyband.

It couldn't figure out why the blood-stained apron had such an effect.

The separated hands and feet grew back into the village head's body, and the village head twisted and got up.

Qing Ruowu's expression changed: "Be careful!"

Endless Yin Qi swept towards Fang Mu, trying to kill Fang Mu.

"Snapped!"

Fang Mu's face was calm, and he raised his hand to pinch the corner of the blood-stained bellyband.

One lift, one cover.

Five seconds to reset.

"How to kill it, tell me!" Fang Mu said quickly.

Qing Ruowu came to his senses and immediately replied: "As long as..."

When five seconds expired, Yin Qi struck again, accompanied by the village chief's roar.

One lift, one cover, time reset, Yin Qi disappeared without a trace.

Qing Ruowu was dumbfounded, what kind of operation is this?
She felt that Fang Mu had refreshed her three views tonight, could she still use this method to control the weirdness?

Fang Mu shook his body, in fact he is not feeling well now.

Being in the ghost domain, Qing Ruowu's infuriating energy was dropping rapidly, and when it disappeared, he couldn't even remove his bellyband.

Seeing Fang Mu's urging eyes, Qing Ruowu also understood the current situation, and quickly said: "Find the core of the ghost domain and destroy what it values ​​most."

The most important thing?
Fang Mu looked around, and finally looked at the five jars placed on the ground in front of the wooden house.

It was said on the letter paper that the village chief killed people with four jars in his arms.

Fang Mu strode to the front of the jar, raised his foot, and kicked!

"Snapped!"

There was a light cracking sound, and Fang Mu kicked the four jars into pieces.

"call……"

A gust of wind blew by, and nothing changed.

The village head roared again from under the blood-stained bellyband, Fang Mu had no choice but to put it back on again, but there was very little true energy left in his body.

"Strange, what does it value most?"

Fang Mu thought about it, looked at the room in front of him, and walked in directly.

While walking, he kept lifting and covering the blood-stained bellyband.

When he walked into the wooden house, he immediately smelled a stench. He was very familiar with this stench. It was the smell of corpses mixed with pickles.

"Use pickles to cover up the smell of corpses?"

Fang Mu followed the smell and saw a highly decomposed corpse lying on a wooden bed not far away.

The corpse was highly decomposed, bloated and apparently long dead.

However, it can be identified from the clothes on the corpse that this is the village chief's corpse, but there is no head.

"The one on the outside is weird. Is the one on the inside the body left after it died? There is no head, so it seems to be the one in the hand."

Fang Mu came to the wooden bed and raised the ghost thorn in his hand.

If nothing else is found, then give this corpse a try.

At this time, the time for the blood-stained bellyband came again, and the village chief begged for mercy.

"Forgive me, I'm so poor."

　Ask for tickets, ask for collection
　　
　
(End of this chapter)