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Guanghe Huafu!

After dispersing the two short swords made of thirty-six gold coins, Jiang Fengye carefully observed the skull that was no longer struggling to escape, and a look of doubt appeared in his eyes.

Judging from the eye sockets, jawbone, brow arch, and hardness of the skull, this skull without flesh and blood came from an ordinary woman who was about twenty years old and had been dead for more than five years.

However, how could the skull of an ordinary woman be refined into a container that could hold evil spirits and poisonous insects!

In the case of being unable to figure it out, Jiang Fengye could only temporarily give up this act of wasting brain cells, and planned to let the experienced Third Grandpa take a look when he returned to the Taoist temple in Shushan in the future.

Then, he walked to Zhu Ziqiang with the skull in his hand, and then searched him carefully, and finally found only a wallet, a fruit mobile phone and a delicate small porcelain bottle.

In addition to 5,000 yuan in cash, there were more than a dozen credit cards and bank cards in the wallet.

In the porcelain bottle, there was a small pile of medicine powder that could easily confuse the will and quickly stimulate the primitive instinct.

In addition to leaving 5,000 yuan in cash and a porcelain bottle, he put the wallet with the credit card and bank card back into the other party's pocket, and crushed the iPhone and scattered it on the other party.

Then, he stepped back a few steps, took out a fire-burning talisman from his sleeve, and then used his spiritual power to drive the talisman to self-ignite, and threw it directly on Zhu Ziqiang.

"Alas!"

Looking at Zhu Ziqiang, whose flesh and bones disappeared bit by bit under the burning of the fire-burning talisman, Jiang Fengye couldn't help but sigh.

When he entered the Taoist sect at the age of three, when he understood the ways of the world at the age of seven, when he made a marriage contract at the age of fourteen, and when he became an adult at the age of eighteen, his three grandfathers repeatedly asked him a question.

The life of a mortal is precious, and the life of a cultivator is cheap!

When you enter the Taoist sect, half of your foot has already stepped into the gate of hell. Do you regret practicing Taoism, are you afraid of practicing Taoism, are you hesitant about practicing Taoism, and are you afraid of practicing Taoism?

Although the content of his four answers was different, his belief in practicing Taoism has never changed.

Therefore, Zhu Ziqiang's death not only made him see the cruelty of cultivation, but also strengthened his determination to improve his cultivation and strength.

After Zhu Ziqiang's body completely turned into a pile of white powder, Jiang Fengye began to clean up and remove all traces left by the fight just now, to prevent fellow practitioners who accidentally passed by the villa area from discovering any remaining clues.

"Xiao Hei, let's go!"

After removing all the remaining traces, Jiang Fengye called Xiao Heigou and turned to run straight to the Shen family's villa.

...!

Rat Mountain, at the foot of the mountain!

A middle-aged man who looked 70% similar to Zhu Ziqiang looked at an old man in front of him in horror, wearing a gray Taoist robe, with his hands behind his back and an indifferent expression.

"Suicide!" The gray-robed old man gave a cold look at the middle-aged man without any emotion.

"Senior, can you spare me a chance to live for the sake of my master, the Three-winged Bone King?" The middle-aged man immediately knelt on the ground and begged bitterly when the gray-robed old man ordered him to commit suicide.

"Humph!"

When the middle-aged man mentioned the Three-winged Bone King, the gray-robed old man couldn't help but sneered and said in a domineering tone.

"Even if it was the Three-winged Bone King's master, the Six-winged Bone King, I told him to go east, but he didn't dare to go west. I told him to be a dog, but he didn't dare to be a chicken."

"So, if you want to keep the opportunity to reincarnate, if you want to become a ghost cultivator who lives forever, just commit suicide quickly!"

"Senior, can't you really be merciful and spare me a chance to live?"

The middle-aged man, with a sinister look in his eyes, lowered his head and continued to beg, while quietly taking out a small cloth bag from his sleeve.

"I don't want to say the same thing for the third time!" The gray-robed old man shouted with a slightly unhappy look.

"If that's the case, then you old man, go to hell!"

Just as the gray-robed old man's threatening voice fell, the middle-aged man jumped up in anger and opened the cloth bag in his hand.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz...!"

Accompanied by a harsh buzzing sound, hundreds of rice-sized flying insects quickly flapped their wings and rushed out of the cloth bag, and then rushed towards the gray-robed old man like a gust of wind.

Looking at the hundreds of flying insects rushing over quickly, the gray-robed old man neither dodged nor attacked, but just looked up indifferently.

With just a simple glance, hundreds of flying insects fell from the air, trembling all over as if struck by lightning.

With just a glance, he easily slaughtered the poisonous insects that he had cultivated for more than ten years with great difficulty. While the middle-aged man was filled with endless fear in his heart, he finally realized that the gray-robed old man had not lied at all.

Even the six-winged bone king, the master of evil magic, might not be the opponent of the gray-robed old man in front of him.

Therefore, the middle-aged man completely gave up the idea of ​​resistance and sneak attack, and turned to flee to the cornfield hundreds of meters away.

He believed that as long as he could successfully escape into the cornfield, and then with the help of the complex environment of the cornfield, he could easily get rid of the pursuit of the gray-robed old man.

But at the moment when he was about to rush into the cornfield, a terrifying force quickly swept over from behind, completely crushing his body and directly obliterating his fragile soul.

"Alas!"

Looking at the middle-aged man who was completely destroyed into dust, the gray-robed old man sighed lightly, waved his sleeves to collect hundreds of unconscious flying insects, and then turned back to the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain.

...!

Guanghe Huafu!

After hiding the skull in the bushes outside the Shen family villa, Jiang Fengye tidied his clothes a little, then walked into the living room of the villa with a simple smile on his face.

Then, a tempting fragrance came towards him, and Su Lizi's concerned voice rang in his ears.

"Ye Zi, are you okay?"

"Sister Lizi, I'm fine!" Jiang Fengye said with a slightly red face, holding the jade hand that kept groping his body tightly.

Because Su Lizi's groping just now in a hurry almost touched the Longyang land, and almost caused his instinctive reaction.

"Ye Zi, you are not injured?" Although not as anxious as Su Lizi, Shen Luoxi, who was also very worried, ran to him and asked with worry in his eyes.

"Don't worry, Mr. Shen, I'm fine!"

After responding to Shen Luoxi with a smile, Jiang Fengye held Su Lizi's jade hand and came to the living room, and found that the four bodyguards brought back by Xu Shiqiang were still full of fear in their eyes.

Xu Shiqiang stood in front of Shen Shenghao.

From Shen Shenghao's surprised face and the horrified look in his mother's eyes, it can be seen that Xu Shiqiang must have explained the strange scene that just happened to everyone at the scene in detail, which also explains why Su Lizi and Shen Luoxi were so nervous.

"Doctor Jiang, are you okay?"

Looking at Jiang Fengye with a simple smile on his face, Shen Shenghao asked the third identical question.