Ghost Slayer: The Great Swordsman System at the beginning, our teacher follows the country

In just a few seconds, Huiren's face turned a liver-colored.

At this moment, the guards outside the door seem to have heard a strange noise in the room.

"Master Patriarch, what happened?!"

"No, it's okay, back off!"

While pawing at the tentacles tied around his neck with his hands, the first sentence Shenli Huiren said was not to ask for help, but to tell the guards not to come in.

This strange report made Wu Mi, who was already a little unhappy, even more uncomfortable.

If he increased his strength again, Huiren's neck would be broken.

"My lord, if you really kill me, it will be your biggest decision."

Squeezing out the few remaining strength in his body, Shenli Huiren said a few words towards Wu Mi.

After hearing these few words, Wu Mi, who originally wanted to kill someone, suddenly shrank his pupils.

The tentacles slowly retracted and let Huiren go.

"Boom"

Falling to the floor, Shen Lihui, who had regained oxygen, ignored his appearance and panted heavily.

Just a little bit, just a little bit short of him being killed by Wu Mi.

But obviously, he was right in the end.

Wu Mi's actions have proved that tonight's self has no worries about his life.

"cough cough"

After rubbing her neck vigorously, Huiren felt a little better.

Then he stood up and poured the tea into his own mouth.

After a while, he looked at Wu Mi.

"My lord, are you interested now?"

"How can you guarantee that what you just said is true."

"Of course, I have made certain preparations."

While talking, Shenli Huiren propped himself up and walked to the bookshelf beside him.

Following a burst of his operations, the original bookshelf was directly separated from the middle, revealing a hidden hole.

Putting on the gloves, Huiren slowly stretched his hand into the hole as if he had obtained some rare treasure.

Then, a box the size of a human head was taken out.

The moment he saw the box, Wu Mi finally understood where his sense of familiarity came from.

Turning around and sitting back on the sofa, he looked at Shen Lihui and said coldly.

Humans, speak your mind.

Chapter 337 The Twelve Ghost Months of Promoting Virtue

As time went by, the conversation between Wu Mi and Shenli Huiren became more and more heated.

At least, in the eyes of the latter, he successfully attracted the person in front of him.

No, it should be said that it was what their family pursued, God's gaze.

"Great, as long as this continues, our plan will definitely succeed."

The ecstasy in my heart was almost unbearable, but Shenli Huiren continued to suppress it.

Just by glancing at it, Wu Mi knew how excited the man in front of him was.

Although the other party is considered outstanding among human beings, he is still as naive as a baby in front of himself who has lived for thousands of years.

As for what the other party wanted, he had almost guessed it.

And at this moment, he suddenly affirmed.

"Is the real person almost there?"

In my heart, I couldn't help admiring the real person's efficiency in handling affairs, Wu Can only felt that most of his plan had been successful.

"Those trash from Nightmare can't even do this well."

With a thought, he wanted to use remote control to wipe out the lives of the sick leaves and the potter's wheel.

Suddenly, a new idea popped up in his mind.

"Maybe, those two wastes can be reused."

A cold smile appeared on his face, and Wu Mi canceled the plan of erasure.

Instead, a simple message.

On the other hand, the potter's wheel and the sick leaf didn't know that they just took their lives in the hands of death.

At this moment, they only knew to rely on Sick Ye's blood ghost technique to get out of that train quickly.

The impression that the secretary left on them was too terrifying.

It was unheard of to blow the head of Twelve Ghost Moon with bare hands.

"Is that guy really a human being?"

Looking at the scarred bodies of the two of them, for a moment, they didn't know who was in the predator's position. .

Not only that, but when they fled, the same kind they met made the two of them even more scared.

With a simple wave of their hands, two beams of light penetrated their bodies.

The severe pain almost made them think they were exposed to sunlight.

The way the other party looked at his two ghosts was not looking at the same kind at all.

No wariness, no anger, and no nausea.

Yes, just deep disdain.

That feeling, as if the ghost and the other party are not of the same magnitude.

If he didn't know that he couldn't beat him, as the Twelve Ghost Moon, he would go up and bite him at least.

"They are all existences that are not easy to mess with."

Looking at the sick leaf who was running with his back on his back, the potter's wheel fell into deep thought.

The two of us who failed to execute the plan will probably die in a short time.

When he thought of this, he had the thought of calling Bing Ye to stop and go back to fight with the secretary.

"How could I think so!"

A drop of cold sweat flowed out, and the pulley felt a chill down its spine.

The plan failed, and I and Sick Ye went to negotiate with Wu Mi, maybe I could get another chance.

No matter how small it is, it is not something that cannot be expected.

But when he turned back to fight with the secretary, he might have been chopped off as soon as he saw him.

"Snapped"

With a slap on his face, the potter's wheel tried to calm himself down through the pain.

"Calm down, calm down, what I have to do now is to think up a speech and explain it to the adults."

At this moment, Sick Ye, who was carrying a potter's wheel, also noticed something.

He's not an idiot either, knowing that he and the potter's wheel who failed to perform the mission are probably already on Wu Mi's blacklist.

If I don't want to come up with a suitable explanation, I may not be able to see the moon tomorrow night.

Thinking of what he had seen before, the scene of other ghosts being executed without misery, Biao Ye felt a little weak under his feet.

"To experience that kind of death, I might as well be slashed to death by a ghost hunter."

Just like that, the two ghosts, who should have had little contact with each other, started to think about the same question at this moment.

At this moment, their minds felt a slight pain.

Although it was very vague, the instinctive feeling let them know why the other party existed.

"That lord!"

With a sudden brake under his feet, Sick Ye didn't care about the pulley behind him, and just knelt on the spot.

Relying on his feeling, he knelt down in the direction of Wu Mi in the distance.

"My lord, please listen to my explanation."

After kowtowing several times, Biao Ye hoped that Wu Mi would give him a chance to speak.

His face was sweating like he had experienced Xia Futian.

But before he could speak, a short message came.

It seems that they are going somewhere.

Realizing that Wu Mi didn't seem to want to punish the crime, the two ghosts were relieved.

While kowtowing, he did not forget to praise Wu Mi's broad-mindedness.

"My lord, you are so merciful, your mind is big enough to hold a ship."

"My lord, I will definitely work hard, and I will never let you down again next time."

Under the threat of their lives, the potter's wheel and sick leaf almost moved out all the words that could be used for praise in their minds.

From astronomy and history to mountains and rivers, they are all used by them to set off the greatness of Miserable.

However, Wu Mi also wanted to listen to their nonsense.

Without giving them a chance to continue talking, he unilaterally broke off contact.

Kneeling on the ground until the feeling completely disappeared, the potter's wheel and sick leaf dared to raise their heads.

Looking at each other, they can see the instinctive fear in each other's eyes.

"Should we continue to kneel down?"

"I think it shouldn't be necessary."

Swallowing, the pulley pretended to be calm and said.

"What we have to do now is to carry out the new tasks assigned to us by adults."

While talking, he clenched his fists and put on a hideous expression.

This time, we cannot afford to fail.

"Yes."

The sick leaf reacted and said viciously.

"Even if it's that guy just now, I'll use my blood ghost technique to tear him into pieces and swallow him."

"Well said, if you really meet, I'll leave it to you."

Facing the sick leaf who hit the snake with a stick, the potter's wheel also said unceremoniously.

"Although I am the last string of the twelve ghost moons, I am still willing to give you this opportunity to express myself."

"Forehead……"

Knowing that he was bragging too much, Bing Ye almost slapped himself.

Fortunately, after Wu Mi sent the message, she didn't talk to herself again.

If he heard it, he would then arrange for himself to really fight the secretary.

At that time, I really wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Where is it, how can I compare with Brother Poultry, Brother Sick Ye."

Waving his hand, Sick Ye grinned.