Too fierce because of caution

The old man was very happy.

"Having helpers means you are prepared."

"That's good."

"But... not enough."

The mountain god said lightly, pointed out with one finger, and the ink rain in the air suddenly boiled!

The raindrops were dancing.

It was like one elf after another moving, shaking at a very fast frequency!

After a short while, the raindrops exploded!

They exploded into smaller raindrops, and the smaller raindrops also exploded...

So these raindrops turned into fog.

Every speck of dust in the fog is the most deadly killer!

The anger of the mountain god!

This fog can kill half a step of the evil!

Zhao Yi had nowhere to hide and no way to retreat!

A soft moan.

The hand holding his hand moved slightly, so Zhao Yi's hand also twisted.

The red umbrella began to turn.

As gorgeous as a kaleidoscope, the cherry blossoms flying around also turned into butterflies, and suddenly gathered at this moment, protecting Zhao Yi and isolating the dark green mist outside.

"In the past, I made clothes for you with deep feelings, and I can't meet you again in the iron horse and the war."

"In the dream, the long tassels bring thousands of memories, and I don't see the cold old man under the tree..."

The female ghost who protected Zhao Yi sang sadly and coldly.

It was an ancient opera.

It was cold with warmth, and although it was frosty, it didn't freeze my ears.

Its voice had magical power, and it actually isolated the anger of the mountain god outside the cherry blossom formation!

Seeing this, the mountain god pushed it out with a palm!

The destructive torrent force turned into a ghost face and rushed over!

The buildings along the way were directly weathered into sand.

The female ghost left Zhao Yi and faced off with the mountain god.

The beautiful figure flew backwards and faded a little.

But she barely blocked the torrent of magic.

The mountain god sneered:

"You have a little skill, but how many moves can you block from me?"

It turned its palm into a claw and grabbed the flying female ghost out of thin air. The ghost claw formed by the unclean power held the female ghost in its palm!

At the critical moment, Zhao Yi took three steps forward with an umbrella, and stabbed the scalpel in his hand fiercely into the ghost claw wrapped with unclean power and pulled it down!

Swish!

The ghost claw showed a slight gap.

The female ghost quickly escaped and pulled Zhao Yi back with the red umbrella!

The power of the mountain god was too strong.

Neither of them could compete.

If he didn't retreat, he would die!

Fortunately, Zhao Yi's scalpel had some chaotic damage, otherwise the female ghost would have died. When the female ghost died, the red umbrella lost its power, and Zhao Yi would have died from the anger of the mountain god that permeated around him!

Unfortunately, how could the mountain god let these two ants escape so easily from him?

It sneered, and the dark green splash in the air suddenly turned into countless wronged ghosts, blocking Zhao Yi's retreat!

"Want to leave?"

"Too late!"

At this moment, the sky and the earth were completely covered by the ink rain and the resentful spirits, forming a place similar to a ghost den.

Zhao Yi and the umbrella ghost were like a willow leaf in this sea of ​​resentful spirits, swaying and about to fall!

Seeing that the barrier formed by the red umbrella was about to collapse, Zhao Yi knew that the umbrella ghost had basically reached her limit, so he sent a message to the warehouse ghost through the system.

The next moment, a terrifying breath rose to the sky not far away!

The red mist turned into a dragon snake, attacking the mountain god with a deafening roar!

Purple lightning flashed in the snake's body, and a ray of electric arc killed all the wronged souls around!

This sudden attack forced the mountain god to withdraw the pressure on Zhao Yi and focus on the peak-level half-step great evil that was coming towards him.

It was a strange ghost with a human head and limbs, but its body was made of square iron boxes.

"Interesting... Do you have any helpers?"

"Unfortunately, it's still not enough!"

"Today, I will kill as many as you come!"

"Kill you until you are convinced!"

...

At the entrance of Zili Village.

Chen Fei brought hundreds of ghosts and blocked the entrance of the village, confronting the villagers.

The two sides were very tense.

The villagers of Zili Village were quite nervous. Although they had extreme malice towards outsiders, the people Chen Fei brought were about a thousand, and they were not easy to mess with!

How many of the ghosts who work for money are simple goods?

Without some skills, of course, they would not seek death.

"We are the messenger of the mountain god Zhao Yi, let us in quickly!"

Chen Fei stepped forward, his face stern and his voice fierce.

Seeing that these guys were so difficult to deal with, Chen Fei threatened the villagers according to the method Zhao Yi told him.

Sure enough.

Hearing the name Zhao Yi, some villagers immediately showed a trace of fear on their faces.

Such a change attracted Chen Fei's attention.

He immediately said:

"The mountain god is in trouble outside. We are ordered by the mountain god to go to the mountain god temple to get an important thing to help the mountain god fight the enemy!"

"If you guys delay the mountain god's important matter, who will bear the mountain god's anger later?"

Everyone looked at each other.

The previous gunpowder smell was much less.

At this time, the crowd suddenly made way.

An old man walked out of the road with his hands behind his back.

"What are you making a fuss about?!"

The man was the village chief of Zili Village, Liao Yun.

As soon as he appeared, he was majestic.

Chen Fei felt a huge pressure.

On the contrary, the butcher's family in the crowd breathed a sigh of relief.

"Dad!"

Liao Hongsong shouted.

Liao Yun turned his eyes to the side and frowned:

"You disobedient wild cat, why are you back again?"

Liao Hongsong lied to Liao Yun.

The butcher handed Liao Yun a letter written by Zhao Yi.

Liao Yun opened it and took a look.

Then he quickly clenched the letter in his palm.

"You go to my place first. After I confirm your identity, we can talk about going up the mountain."

Liao Yun spoke, and the other villagers stopped stopping him.

When they arrived at Liao Yun's residence, the others were hanging out in Liao Yun's spacious yard, while Chen Fei and the butcher's family came to Liao Yun's Dabieye.

"Grandpa..."

Chen Fei stepped forward and wanted to say something, but was stopped by Liao Yun.

"No need to say more, it's already written in the letter."

"This matter is of great importance, let me think about it for a moment..."

After Liao Yun entered the house, they noticed that Liao Yun's face was not normal.

A little pale.

The hand holding the letter was clenched tightly.

Kneading it constantly.

As if he was in some huge dilemma.

The old man paced in the room. In the quiet room, everyone could even hear the old man's abnormal heartbeat.

Liao Yun walked back and forth, and from time to time he would look at his daughter and granddaughter.

Sweat beads oozed from his temples.

Finally, he stood still.

The color in his eyes was horizontal.

"I can allow you to go up the mountain."

Liao Yun's tone became relaxed instead.

But still serious.

"But Hongsong has to stay."

"I have something to say to her."

The butcher and his wife looked at each other.

"No problem."

Liao Hongsong held Bai Bai's hand.

"Dad, we stay."

Liao Yun brought a candle and put the letter on the candle and burned it to ashes.

Then he took out a lot of identity cards.

These identity cards were left by the villagers who died when Zhao Yi was killing people in Zili Village.

Liao Yun was originally planning to find a time to deal with these identity cards, but now it is just right for the ghosts brought by Chen Fei.

So Chen Fei and the butcher led hundreds of ghosts to the back mountain with the identity cards given by the village chief.

The remaining ghosts retreated to the entrance of Zili Village and waited there.

After opening the huge gate of the back mountain, the group quickly went up the mountain, but suddenly a mist rose on the mountainside.

In the mist, a tall figure stood with his hands behind his back.

In the haze, there was a kind of momentum that looked down on the world!

"Who is the peak at the end of the mountain road?"

"When you see me, the way will be empty!"

The figure recited a domineering line and turned slowly.

"You ignorant mortals, actually... Fuck!"

The tall humanoid monster turned around and found himself surrounded by a group of fierce ghosts with weapons...

"What?"

"Speak."

Chen Fei took a wrench for tightening screws and pointed it at the humanoid monster.

It swallowed its saliva, and the arrogant aura on its body just now disappeared completely. It stammered:

"Master, are you... going to go up the mountain?"

Chen Fei asked back:

"What do you think?"

The humanoid monster jumped up immediately, patted the sleeve of its right hand with its left hand, patted the sleeve of its left hand with its right hand, and smiled flatteringly:

"Madam... please come in!"

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PS: I will write the next chapter right away.

Thank you for reading.