Urban Witcher

Ye Shaoyang seemed to hear the sound of his shoulder blades shattering, his whole body trembled, it was over, he couldn't go back...

"Fuck, let's die together!" Ye Shaoyang simply stopped struggling, turned around, bit the tip of his tongue, and bit down on the corpse demon's drooling mouth.

The energy is exhausted, and there is no magic weapon. The most effective means for him is blood.

Pushing open the corpse demon's dirty mouth with his tongue, a foul smell poured into his mouth, and Ye Shaoyang sent the vomited thing, together with a big mouthful of blood, into his mouth.

The corpse demon trembled all over immediately. Originally, it had been burned half to death in the array arranged by Ye Shaoyang, and it was hit by a few incendiary bombs, stabbed in the neck and pierced in the eyes. The hostility persisted.

Now a mouthful of blood has extinguished the suffocation, and the corpse demon has reached the point where the lamp is exhausted, but when it is dying, the last breath of life-saving strength is still used on its own claws, holding it tightly from behind. The C entered Ye Shaoyang's back...

Ye Shaoyang's legs went limp, feeling that the energy in his body was being drained little by little, and then he was powerlessly overwhelmed by the corpse demon's strong body...

This is... the rhythm of death?

At the last moment of his life, Ye Shaoyang didn't recall his life experience like he played on TV, but felt very cold, the cold penetrating into the bone marrow.

Although it's a bit aggrieved to die with the corpse demon, but... it's a well-deserved death. A helpless smile appeared in Ye Shaoyang's heart. From the first day of his practice, he had already thought about this ending.

Like soldiers dying on the battlefield, shrouded in horse leather, and myself dying in the middle of catching ghosts, it can be regarded as a cause and effect, but the soul cannot return to the real world, which is a bit pitiful.

The last thing he thought of was Xiao Ma and Wang Ping, but unfortunately he didn't have a chance to explain clearly to Xiao Ma.

Xiao Ma, brother, you have done what you can, you can ask for blessings...

The last trace of strength dissipated, and Ye Shaoyang closed his eyes wearily.

A beautiful figure flew out of the ghost road, originally flying straight forward, but saw a female ghost fighting with a terrifying creature, frowning.

"Lin You..."

After being stunned for a moment, he saw Xiao Ma and others on the side of the road, and Ye Shaoyang and Wang Ping lying on the ground, and hurriedly floated over.

"Where did the female ghost come from!" Seeing that her origin was unknown, Lao Guo hurriedly stood in front of her.

"I'm Yang Siling, and I'm also a ghost trapped in the evil spirit space by Ziyue. It was Ye Shaoyang who rescued me."

Everyone was shocked when they heard the words, Xie Yuqing stepped forward to grab her hand, but it was empty.

Yang Siling was sent to the Evil Spirit Dimension by Ziyue right after his death. He didn't have much cultivation, he hadn't cultivated into a real ghost body yet, and couldn't contact people. He took a few steps back with a fearful expression on his face.

"Sorry, your clothes are so powerful, I dare not get close."

Xie Yuqing stopped and said, "How is Shaoyang, tell me quickly!"

"He sent me and Wang Ping out first, he was entangled by the corpse demon..."

As soon as the words were finished, an exhortation came from Wang Ping's mouth, and everyone immediately turned their heads to look. Wang Ping's chest rose and fell, he took a deep breath, his eyelids trembled, and slowly opened.

"Pingping, it's me!" Xiao Ma hugged her and shouted excitedly.

Wang Ping's eyes focused on his face this time, and then he took a deep breath, reached out and touched his face, tears streaming down his face.

"It's all right, I'll be all right when I get back." Xiao Ma hugged her tightly and asked, "Where's Little Ye Zi?"

Wang Ping shook his head lightly and burst into tears.

When she cried, everyone panicked and immediately surrounded her. Only Zhou Jingru was still staring at the Sinan on Ye Shaoyang's forehead, and suddenly shouted: "The leaves are withered!"

Lao Guo trembled all over, ran over, looked towards Si Nanzhong, and saw that the blade of grass pillow was slowly shrinking, his body swayed on the spot, and he stumbled and shouted: "It's over!"

Holding her last breath, Xie Yuqing pressed Wang Ping's shoulder and shook it desperately, "Hurry up, tell me, what's wrong with Shaoyang!"

"Brother Shaoyang, I'm afraid I won't be able to come back..." Wang Ping cried, "He was...killed by the corpse demon!"

For a full ten seconds, the scene was silent, and then Lao Guo was the first to break the silence. He, who had overused his qi and injured his viscera, heard the news, the blood in his body stirred, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood on the spot.

Zhou Jingru fell on Ye Shaoyang's body, crying out in pain, holding Ye Shaoyang's face with both hands, shaking her head desperately, "No, no, you won't die, you promised me to come back alive, you promised me... ..."

Xie Yuqing immediately rolled her eyes, fell to the ground, and passed out.

Xiao Ma was stunned, his eyes were straight, and he was holding Wang Ping without moving.

Yang Siling was also in grief, and lay beside Ye Shaoyang, crying like a ghost.

Old Guo was the first to pull himself together, gritted his teeth and got up, forced his breathing to recover, and said in his mouth: "I don't believe that junior brother will die, I want to go to Y, and go to Mr. Cui to see the book of life and death!"

If Ye Shaoyang's soul returns, he will definitely feel very satisfied to see these relatives and friends expressing extreme grief because of his death. Yet he was no longer visible.

He was completely unconscious, turning a blind eye to what was in front of him——

A blue shadow walked into classroom 408, came to Ye Shaoyang, bent down and looked at him quietly.

The zombies downstairs who didn't die in the formation, smelling the smell of blood, climbed up the stairs one by one, and broke into classroom 408 after the man in Tsing Yi.

The man in Tsing Yi shot casually, and the strong wind blew, directly smashing the first few zombies into powder, and the ones behind were also blown away.

The man in Tsing Yi moved his feet, went back to the door, and drew a few strokes on the lintel. The stellar energy condensed to form a Tai Chi Pisces figure, and turned around, blocking countless zombies outside. No matter how powerful they were, they couldn't take a single step.

The man in Tsing Yi came to Ye Shaoyang again, pulled him out of the corpse demon, took a look, and sighed softly: "Why bother?"

Stretching out his finger, dipped some of Ye Shaoyang's own blood from the ground, drew a pattern on his face, looked at it, and smiled himself.

He drew a turtle.

There are eight kinds of easy numbers on the back of the turtle, and they are deduced from each other, and the blood spreads.

Ye Shaoyang's originally dead face unexpectedly showed vitality.

The man in Tsing Yi stared at his face for a while, then stood up, when a strange voice sounded behind him. The man in Tsing Yi looked back, and saw a man in a white robe straight away pushing through the barrier and walking in.

A one-piece white hat was buttoned down to the tip of his nose, revealing only a small mouth.

Seeing him for the first time, there was a hint of complexity in the pale blue eyes of the man in Tsing Yi.

"Gong Zi..."

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Write so much first, and go to send everyone the magic artifacts that have not been distributed. If I don’t have time tonight, I will make up for it tomorrow. Guess who the man in Tsing Yi is?