A Different Life as a Demon

In order to test what can deal with evil things, Wang Chong has found a lot of materials these days. Please Baidu search-

Finally, he concluded that the effect of boy urination was good.

Cinnabar, glutinous rice, chicken blood, black dog blood and other things are useless at all.

After trying all these things, Wang Zhong began to think about how to get things like Golden Buddha and Taoist Scripture. He didn't know whether these things were useful against evil things, but he always wanted to try.

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In the morning, Wang Chong was practicing his sword in the courtyard with a bronze sword in his hand.

Whoosh!

Wang Chong waved his sword faster and faster, and a few thin leaves fell. Wang Chong saw the opportunity and cut it without hesitation.

At this moment, Wang Chong saw that a translucent sword breath waved out of the sword body, and several thin leaves in front of him were instantly chopped to pieces, one after another floating away with the wind.

"Sword spirit!"

Seeing this moment, Wang Chong was stunned: "how could I repair the sword spirit?"

Wang Zhong has learned Kung Fu in all aspects. For example, in the great heaven Dynasty, his kung fu can fight with several strong men for dozens of rounds, but no matter how powerful it is, there is no such so-called sword Qi.

But in this plane appeared.

Weird!

After thinking for a while, Wang Chong punched the little tree in front of him.

"Bang!"

Obviously, the fist didn't touch the little tree, but the little tree made a direct 'click', and there was a crack.

"I can easily build such strength, but why don't others."

Just thinking, I saw Zhao Dahai and Wei Yan coming.

"My son is really diligent. I heard you practicing sword early in the morning. It's just useless to learn martial arts. Don't damage your body by practicing." Zhao Dahai said happily.

"Dad, why do you say learning martial arts is useless?"

"Because no matter how strong your martial arts are, you can't deal with evil things."

"Yeah." Originally, Wang Zhong thought so, but after seeing his strength, he didn't feel so.

"Of course, but my dear son, you are quite similar to me when I was a child. When I was a child, I was measured to be level 7 of Linggen. Like you, I practiced swords and martial arts every day. I wanted to learn something and worship the masters as teachers. Unfortunately, after learning for several years, I didn't cultivate what the Masters said. My strength was released!"

"Dad knows something about martial arts?"

"At that time, your grandfather gave master Gao a sum of silver. I learned it for some days, but it's a pity that I didn't even learn any strength."

Wang Zhong is strange.

His father's Linggen has as many as seven levels, but he didn't learn any strength at all, but he learned it easily.

Can it be said that learning this thing is the opposite?

The lower the spiritual root is, the easier it is to learn. The higher the spiritual root is, the harder it is.

Vaguely, he felt that the world was not so simple.

For example, in other aspects, people who can see evil things are different from ordinary people, and they are all people with special physique.

But here, those who see evil things don't live long.

Curious in his heart, Wang Zhong didn't say much. As soon as his parents left, he looked at no one around him and came to the haunted house.

Today, he has too many doubts to cultivate his strength.

Why does he practice and advance so quickly?

Why is his father's spiritual root high, but his cultivation does not rise?

Can Jin Qi deal with evil things?

Of these three problems, only the third can be solved as soon as possible.

Turning in through the window, Huang and Zhao Rong left and appeared.

"Brother." Zhao Rong owed his body and looked at Wang Zhong curiously.

These days, Zhao Rong and Wang Zhong are very familiar, but she is still full of curiosity about Wang Zhong, her brother.

On the other side, there is a shivering male ghost. Now he has only a small ball left, and he can't even condense his body, leaving only a rotten face.

"Abin." Wang Zhong looked at him. These days, he also knew that the man's name was abin.

"Master." Abinser trembled, "what's going on with me today? Don't pee with a boy anymore."

"Don't worry, I only use my fist."

"Hoo..."

Abin breathed a sigh of relief. In his opinion, Zhao Xiaodong, a child, has a lot of boy pee. As long as he doesn't need a boy to pee, let him do whatever he wants.

"Tiger shaped fist!"

Wang Zhong gave a soft drink and hit it with a punch.

"Hum!"

An invisible gas burst out of his fist, and abin's eyes coagulated. Looking at the invisible gas, he felt a sense of terror.

"No..."

Abin howled miserably, and the black fog gas with only one head dissipated directly.

"Eh?" Wang Chong was stunned. Is the black fog gone? Or did you hide?

"Brother, abin is out of his mind." Zhao Rong said in some panic, for these evil things, the most afraid thing is to lose their souls.

"Scared?"

Wang Chong looked at his fist, and a sense of pride emanated. The holy root of the bullshit had a low talent, so he rushed at his power, and few people could deal with it.

"Is it the policy of fooling the people?" Wang Chong suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

"Xiao Dong, how did you cultivate such divine power?" Huang asked.

"I don't know." Wang Chong shook his head.

"You're only six years old, and you've been so powerful that you've developed strength. Are you and your father also level 7 Linggen talents?" After thinking for a while, she shook her head: "it's strange that although he is a seventh level Linggen talent, he didn't cultivate energy at all when I was practicing with him every day, but I did..."

"Did you fix it?"

"Well." Huang sighed: "your father and I were childhood sweethearts. In those days, I was measured to be level 3 of Linggen, but your father still didn't give up on me. Then I gave birth to rong'er in my 18th year. Unfortunately, rong'er was only ten years old. He accidentally entered here and was killed by abin. In order to save rong'er, he also killed him later..."

"Did you see evil things when you were a child?" Wang Zhong asked.

"I saw it when I was eight or nine years old. When I married here, I saw the strange house. Then I invited master Gao to come over and let him seal it."

After listening, Wang Zhong was more sure of his guess.

The lower the Linggen, the easier it is to cultivate vigor. Therefore, Zhao Dahai didn't cultivate it in those days, but was repaired by Huang, the third level of Linggen.

It's a pity that Huang Shi is just a female, and he practices martial arts purely to accompany Zhao Dahai. After Zhao Dahai stopped practicing, Huang Shi also gave up practicing.

"It's not the way for your mother and daughter to stay here. Why don't you go to hell and start a new life?" Wang Zhong asked.

"We don't know this. After we died, we were locked up here. Xiao Dong, if you can, please take your sister out of here and pass her away as soon as possible."

"I'll find a way for you."

Wang nodded emphatically. There seemed to be a problem with the way of heaven in this world. People died and did not enter reincarnation. They all stayed in the Yang world. No wonder demons and ghosts are rampant here.

"Son, son..." at this time, Zhao Dahai's voice came from outside.

Hearing the sound, Huang looked affectionately from the window: "the sea is fat, alas, it's a pity that I can't stay with him."

It can be seen that Huang and Zhao Dahai have deep feelings. Wang reassessed and touched it. It is precisely because of this that mother and other talents do not mention the things in the house. They are worried that mentioning Huang's mother and daughter will make Zhao Dahai sad.

"Dad..." Zhao Rong also looked at Zhao Dahai from a distance and shouted. Unfortunately, Zhao Dahai couldn't hear the voice of the dead.

"I'll go first."

Wang Chong crawled out, "Dad, I'm here."

"How did you get in, boy?" Zhao Dahai frowned.

He knew that his former wife and daughter were buried inside, but he also knew that it had been dirty. Originally, he could have asked someone to destroy the dirty things in the house, but he couldn't bear it. What if his wife and daughter were haunted?

"When I was a child, you didn't let me in. I looked around." Wang Zhong didn't mention Huang and them. At present, he is too young. I'm afraid even Zhao Dahai won't believe him easily.

"You child, I have told you several times that you can't enter here casually."

Zhao Dahai went to the window and looked in. Wang Chong could see that Huang's mother and daughter were standing in front of Zhao Dahai at the moment, but Zhao Dahai couldn't see it at all.

"Dad, those are rumors. There is no dirt here." Wang Zhong cut off the topic: "what are you looking for me?"

"Nothing. Let me tell you something. I'll go out with your mother. You can stay at home and don't run around." Zhao Dahai said, closing the window.

"Why go out?"

"Butcher Zhang's son Zhang Liang, something's wrong!"

Different demon life