I can't be a demon

Chapter 22 Who is he? ! !

The old man looked at his broken arm and trembled all over.

"How..."

The resentment in the martial arts secret book actually lost its sensitivity, and the money-giving ghost suffered a backlash, and his Taoism decreased by ten years.

The old man muttered to himself with hatred: "Could it be a talisman to ward off evil?"

"You actually... dared to break the rules of the ghost market, no one can break the rules of the ghost market!"

The old man wanted to leave the stall and tear Shen Lian to pieces.

However, the money-giving ghosts in the first-level ghost market are the lowest and cannot leave the original place at all, and the resentment can only overflow within the range of the stall.

Even if a living person stands half a meter away, he will not notice it at all.

Most of the blood food obtained by the ghosts in the first level must be given to the ghosts in the second level.

The ghost market is like a giant funnel, with a progressive structure, sending blood food to the deepest part, and no one knows what ghost sits at the bottom.

"Hehe."

Shen Lian didn't know it at all, and summoned the career panel with a little surprise.

[The Iron Arm Skill Secret Book was successfully identified, Nine-Eared Chaofeng Experience +0.01%]

[Iron Arm Skill Secret Book]

[Created by Zhao Qingyu, after mastering it, the arms will be as hard as iron, and it will have some bonus to the fist and palm skills, which can make the hands heavy and powerful. ]

Seeing the experience mixed with water, Shen Lian's expression was restrained.

"The secret book is unknown, and it must be destroyed as soon as possible after mastering the Iron Arm Skill."

Shen Lian glanced at the prescription attached to the Iron Arm Skill Secret Book, which was a kind of blood-activating and blood-stasis-removing ointment, much stronger than the iron shirt's bruise wine.

The value of the prescription alone has actually paid back.

"My father-in-law is a real man. If it were me, I would definitely tear up the prescription and sell it separately for a silver coin."

Shen Lian passed by the old man's stall and nodded to the latter.

The old man was furious.

Shen Lian came to another stall and noticed another secret book.

It is called [Yang Yuan Zhuang], which should be a lower-level Zhuang method, but in Yanliang Town, it can be used as a martial art inherited by ordinary martial arts schools.

Shen Lian paid 15 taels of silver and successfully obtained Yang Yuan Zhuang.

Jianwei Huiyan performed.

[Yang Yuan Zhuang was successfully identified, Jiu Er Chao Feng experience +0.01%]

[Yang Yuan Zhuang]

[Created by Sun Xiangyi, it belongs to the lower-level Zhuang method, but the derived Yang Yuan Jin is moderate and mild, which can regulate the body's yin and yang balance. ]

Shen Lian did not dislike it. The lower-level Zhuang method can also derive characteristics. After combining with Zhulang Zhuang, there may be unexpected surprises.

The redemption ghost who handed over the Yang Yuan Zhuang followed suit not long after, grimacing in pain.

Under the cover of the ghost market rules, mortals can only see the redemption ghost sitting in the shadows, and when they speak of transactions, the ghosts must also respond.

Shen Lian was not very satisfied with the Yang Yuan Zhuang, and looked for other secrets among the stalls.

After a while,

Although he did not obtain the pile method again, he bought a book of fist and palm skills called [Big Monument Palm], which is very suitable for combining with the tide-beating fist method.

Shen Lian bought the secret book one after another, but he did not get any resentment.

After the other redeeming ghosts reacted, the ghost market became difficult to maintain peace, and dozens of ghosts screamed hysterically together.

"Kill, kill, kill."

The redeeming ghosts did not affect the living people present, only Zhu Yihong's face changed drastically.

"It is still midnight now, and it is not yet time for the ghost market to close and the redeeming ghosts to eat flesh and blood. Why can't the ghosts hold back?"

She became suspicious and doubtful. Because she was afraid of implicating herself, she did not use her internal energy to spy on the ghost market, but took out the talisman water that could see ghosts.

A drop in the right eye.

The strong resentment rushed to the face, and the redeeming ghosts were extremely twisted, the chains on their necks were straight, and there were varying degrees of damage.

Zhu Yihong took a few steps back, realizing that the riot of ghosts was not accidental, and some warriors present were trying to avoid resentment.

"Are you crazy? If you want to make trouble, go to the second-floor ghost market!"

"We just pulled out a soul-calling case, and now there is another moth. Since the ruins of Gaojia Town were unearthed, Yanliang Town has never been peaceful."

Zhu Yihong was extremely troubled.

The grievances caused by the transaction of ransome ghosts can be easily avoided. It is probably the evil-repelling talisman.

The evil-repelling talisman is valuable, why would anyone waste it on the first-floor ghost market?

The first-floor ghost market opens on the 15th of every month, and the objects traded are relatively ordinary. Even if you want to purchase in large quantities, you can send a group of warriors.

Zhu Yihong followed the gaze of the ransome ghost and noticed the vague figure in the dark.

The man wore a bamboo hat, and from his blood and qi, it can be seen that he was only at the level of flesh refining, and he did not master the internal skills, so he did not look like he could take out the talisman.

Zhu Yihong was a little puzzled.

Just after a few breaths of daze, the situation in the ghost market took a sharp turn for the worse.

Paper money was seen falling all over the sky, which was transformed by resentment, while the man in the bamboo hat was still shuttling through the ghost market, unaware of the impending disaster.

Zhu Yihong ran towards the entrance and exit of the ghost market without hesitation.

She clearly saw that Lantian Street was rusting at a speed visible to the naked eye. Yes, there was rust on the walls and the ground.

Once the rules of the current level are violated, the ghosts of the lower level will descend.

The redemption ghosts of the second-level ghost market are generally more than a hundred years old, and some of them have even reached three hundred years of Taoism.

In addition, the ghost market is full of resentment, and if you are not careful, you will get lost in the deep ghost market.

"Kill, kill, kill!!!"

The redemption ghost yelled excitedly.

An arm stretched out from the ground, and a large number of copper coins were embedded on the surface of the skin.

The hundred-year-old redemption ghost can barely interfere with the ghost market on the first level. From the chains that bound his wrists, it can be seen that he is also restricted everywhere.

"Come."

The hundred-year-old redemption ghost's palm cracked open, and a string of copper coins was tied to Shen Lian.

If Shen Lian had no power to resist, his body would be torn into pieces, and his soul would be locked at the entrance and exit of the ghost market, becoming a lonely ghost.

However...

Even if the starling was not present, Shen Lian still had the demon to protect him.

Crack, crack.

Sharp teeth rubbed against each other.

Zhu Yihong's pupils shrank slightly, and he instinctively looked at the man in the bamboo hat, who was actually surging with endless black air all over his body.

"Demon, he is... a demon? Why doesn't the demon have any flaws?"

Zhu Yihong suddenly remembered the corpse peeling case, when two demons intervened in the Painted Skin Ghost, and Wang Xin believed that the demons had left Yanliang Town.

Could it be that... the demons have been dormant.

The black air covered half of the street, and a bloody mouth opened from it.

After the progress of the warrior profession reached more than 80%, it was obvious that it was also growing, and it was getting closer and closer to the thousand-year Taoism.

The hundred-year-old ghost dared not move again, and the other ghosts were trembling all over. Only the living people who didn't know why were not affected.

Zhu Yihong stared at the black gas in astonishment.

The figure of the man in the bamboo hat was looming. Previously, the other party seemed to be provoking the money-giving ghost, but now it seems that he has other intentions.

"Since the giant-mouthed ghost is the five-hundred-year-old demon, then... the man is probably the thousand-year-old demon that controls the former!!!"

What does he, or rather, "He" want to do?

Shen Lian habitually lowered his bamboo hat, and his bloody mouth opened his mouth in coordination.

The black gas spread.

Zhu Yihong rushed out of the ghost market, and then collapsed at the corner of the wall outside Lantian Street. The moonlight sprinkled on his body, and the cold sweat had soaked his clothes.

Chapter 23 It's always my Eighth Master who wipes his ass

The resentment of the hundred-year-old money-giving ghost was suppressed, and then his arm was retracted into the ground.

Three hundred years of Taoism is not enough in front of the bloody mouth, and the ghost market restricts the money-giving ghost everywhere, so it is difficult to exert one or two of its strength.