Urban Witcher

Ye Shaoyang was completely unaware of what happened afterwards.

He walked through Fengdu City with Sibao and others.

Now that the trip was successful, Xiao Yiyun also left. With his status, it is impossible for him to intervene in human affairs, so he can't help Ye Shaoyang, so he can only wish him success.

Ye Shaoyang took a group of people with him, intending to return to the human world after leaving the city.

"Are you still worried about what happened just now?" Seeing Ye Shaoyang's silence for a long time, Si Bao knew that he was still thinking about what happened before, so he persuaded him aloud.

"What Ten Niang said makes sense to me..."

"That's a well, what it sees may not be real, and there are many explanations for the vision, it's not necessarily that bad..." Sibao comforted.

Ye Shaoyang shook his head: "I believe what Ten Niang said, but I don't think it's enough."

He spread out his hand, put a large golden carved mother coin in the palm of his hand, then clenched into a fist, and said to Sibao: "As long as I hold on tightly, who can take what is in my hand?"

"I don't care what fate is, I will grasp what is in my hand and want to take it away, okay, if you have the ability, chop off my hand!"

Sibao looked at him, his expression slowly relaxed, and he punched him hard on the shoulder, "This is the little leaf I know, if a man can pretend to be a man, he must also be a cow, in order to not know the so-called fate, worry about gains and losses , what kind of a man!"

Ye Shaoyang laughed out loud.

A group of people walked under the city gate, and suddenly heard a shout behind them: "Stop him!"

Looking back, a dark guy was running towards him. There were two balls of black air under his feet. He looked very weird and ugly. There was a layer of red and green ghost air around his body, and the color was very dark.

"Third-class ghost head!" Ye Shaoyang and Sibao looked at each other. At this moment, six guards from the city stepped forward together, each spreading out their right hands. They didn't know what kind of ghost technique they were using. A white dot lit up on each palm, gradually Enlarged, looking from a distance, it seems to be holding a small mirror in your hand.

Countless white lights emanated from the luminous part of the palms of the six people, forming an enchantment. From a distance, it was the word "earth binding".

The black ghost swayed his body, and the black energy gathered around him, like a shuttle, slammed into it with force, and the earth-bound barrier only lasted for a few seconds before it was shattered.

The bodies of the six defenders swayed, and it was too late to catch up.

The black ghost glanced back at the six people, laughed strangely as a sign of mockery, then flew onto the tower, and fled down triumphantly.

But his pride only lasted for a few seconds:

A dark gold talisman, armed with six bolts of thunder, came head-on.

The nigger was stunned for a moment, and he could only make a bold move.

With a loud bang, Ye Shaoyang fell to sit on the tower, but with a smile on his face, he looked at the black ghost who was blasted down from the sky.

The nigger was also looking at him. He thought he was some big boss from Division Y, but he turned out to be such a young man. Looking back at the power of that blow just now, it was clearly human magic.

Human mage, when did you get mixed up in Huangquan?

Ye Shaoyang jumped up, stood at the gate of the city, waved at the nigger, winked and said: "Is it not acceptable, come on, come on, my celestial master is waiting for you!"

Celestial Master...

How could a celestial master in the world have such strong magic power?

After landing, the black ghost jumped up, screaming strangely and pounced, one hand was like a giant snake, swelled against the wind, and opened its mouth to bite Ye Shaoyang.

Ye Shaoyang held out the flag of Heavenly Wind, Thunder and Fire, made seals with both hands, and fought hard with another blow, shaking the black ghost down again.

Although my body was shaking, I felt a little uncomfortable in my body, after all, I was a third-class ghost head.

The nigger jumped into a rage and leaped into the air again, wanting to compete with Ye Shaoyang, but he didn't have this chance:

As soon as his figure flew up, he felt a wind blowing from the back of his head. Looking back, a huge hand grabbed it, and hurriedly cast a ghost technique on it. Suddenly, the wind howled and rolled towards that hand.

"He forced him to be strong, and iron chains blocked the river!"

With a shout, the owner of that big hand flicked his sleeves lightly, and a gust of wind was generated, which countered the Y wind. The other hand took out a huge wooden sword, stabbed hard, and with a puff, pierced into the nigger's mouth. Lifting his body, he brought it to his mouth as if he was eating a skewer. He snapped off two eyeballs with his right hand, stuffed them into his mouth, and began to chew dryly.

"Delicious, delicious, what the hell! Haha! R, the third-class ghost head, is chewy!"

The third-class ghost head tried to transform several times, but he held it firmly in his hand, unable to move, screaming loudly, very miserable.

Ye Shaoyang and the others stood on the tower that was at least ten people tall, looking up at the person in front of him who was taller than the tower—it should be a ghost.

This ghost was wearing black gauze on his head, a big red boa robe with hundreds of flowers, a Sichuan brocade lion belt around his waist, Xiangyun black riding boots, and a gourd hanging from his waist.

Looking at his appearance, his complexion is dark, with leopard eyes and rings, his forehead and chin protrude forward, a very ugly but domineering face, full of beards. Holding the third-class ghost head in his hand, it was like eating the neck of a Jingwu duck, his mouth was full of blood.

Finally, he knocked the head open, drank the ghost's brain and ghost blood, smacked his lips, untied the wine gourd from his waist, and drank a few gulps.

"Happy, happy! Hahaha..." The big ghost looked up to the sky and laughed, and made a loud noise like thunder. He drank a few more sips of wine, seemed a little drunk, sat on the ground, and chanted loudly: "Y The soul of the time, the sorrow of the wind, the sorrow of the wind, the blood of the ghost, the blood of the little ghost that can't be drunk, the head of the big ghost that can't be eaten!"

The people behind Ye Shaoyang were terrified to the extreme. Mu Qingyu held Ye Shaoyang's arm, and his whole body couldn't help shaking. The tragic scene before and the aura emanating from the big ghost made people dare not look up.

"Zhong... Zhong Tianshi, see Zhong Tianshi!" The six gatekeepers also came back to their senses at this time, and quickly knelt down and kowtowed

"Huh? You can't even stop a brat, a bunch of trash!"

With a wave of Zhong Kui's sleeve, a gust of wind blew the six people upside down. They rolled on the ground for a while, and when they got up, they were still prostrate on the ground, not daring to look at Zhong Kui.

"Zhong Kui... Amitabha, this big devil..."

Sibao murmured, no matter in the ghost domain or in the human world, no one does not know the name "Zhong Kui", but most people have only heard of it, and have never seen it. Even Ye Shaoyang saw it for the second time, the first time. He still went to Y with Qing Yunzi, and dealt with Zhong Kui once.

Zhong Kui likes to eat ghosts, and the ghosts eaten by him immediately turn into spirits. It is said that he eats ghosts during the day, and when he is resting at night, spirits fly out of his mouth and nose...

Zhong Kui seemed to hear the words of the Four Treasures, raised his head, and glanced at the tower, his expression slightly angry.

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