"It is also a pleasure to panic this lofty witch witch witch!"

The old man with white beard was not willing to provoke the witchcraft too much. After a cold shout, he turned around and wanted to return to the village, but the old woman of witchcraft was still standing there quietly, as if she had no intention of returning to the village together.

"You left without permission last night, which made your plan fail. If you don't go back, what's wrong? "

The old man with white beard suddenly realized something. He turned his head and looked at the witchcraft eyes again. What was revealed in his eyes was not panic, but... horror!

He thought it was impossible for him to frighten the witchcraft witch so frightened by his own blame! If it weren't for himself, it would be...

The old man with white beard walked to the old witchcraft woman who was still standing alone, and leaned closer to her and looked at her carefully.

He was wearing a black robe, wrinkled face, pale lips, and his right hand holding a vine crutch above his neck, but he faintly showed a strange tender red color, just like... like a newborn baby!

Wugu Lan Qing looked at the white-bearded old man approaching, his lips squirming, as if he wanted to say something, but the white-bearded old man did not hear any sound. But from Lan Qing's mouth shape, he understood what the elderly woman wanted to express.

"Kill... me!"

The leader of the Huadong clan thought about it and circled around the witchcraft Lan Qing, but did not find anything unusual.

"Can't it..."

He suddenly reached out his hand, grabbed the black robe behind Lan Qing and tore it hard.

Lan Qing's black robe and the collars under the black robe have been torn apart.

A nearly thin and invisible knife mark was cut from Lan Qing's left shoulder, along the wrinkled back skin, diagonally passing through her hunched waist and spreading under her right hip.

The eldest son of the Huadong tribe shrank his pupils, staring at the neat suture thread on the knife mark, and his whole body trembled slightly.

He suddenly felt like he was crazy and waved his hands. In a moment, the witchcraft old woman's clothes were torn to pieces.

The knife marks began from the old woman's front chest, crossed her back and right hips along her left shoulder, and spread obliquely to the soles of her right foot. A thin silver needle had all penetrated into the heart of the witchcraft, constantly stimulating her aging heart, pulsing violently again and again, pressing the blood in her body towards the ends of her limbs.

A hollow silver needle was inserted at the tail end of the spine behind the old woman. Drops of bright red blood were constantly dripping from the tip of the silver needle, flowing along the knife marks on the old woman's right leg to the gravel under the heel of her right foot, and was absorbed by the gravel.

The old woman's limbs drooped slightly. The white-bearded old man reached out to touch her and couldn't feel any toughness. It's probably that the ligaments on her limbs had been cut off. There were silver needles inserted at several joints of her left leg. Behind her left heel, a slender triangular dagger was inserted into the old woman's heel and the other end was deeply inserted into the ground.

It was this dagger with three edges at both ends that made the old woman stand tall!

The blood in the old woman's body was almost dry, but the silver needle inserted into her heart still stimulated her heart, pressing the blood out again and again until the last drop of blood in her body was drained.

And this old woman, who was still awake, was just feeling her life as she saw her life pass by little by little...

It's him! It must be him!

The old man with white beard thought of Zhang Xiaoluo who was on all sides and roaring with his head up and roared last night, and his heart couldn't help but feel deep fear.

While he was running away, he could still take time to do this...

The old man with white beard knew that even the most famous surgeon would take at least an hour to complete such a complicated operation just by the meticulously sutured wound.

This is a warning from the other party! A warning to the Huadong clan!

The old man with white beard thought of this, and no matter the old witchcraft woman whose life was about to end, she turned around and walked away.

For Zhang Xiaoluo, the threat to him by the Huadong clan, including the fallen flower cave soul tide, is far less than the interception in Kyoto. Since there is enough time, it is not impossible to leave a warning that will make the other party unforgettable.

Instinct against the enemy never uses comfort to resolve the opponent's hostility, but instead uses fear to smash the opponent's murderous thoughts.

After two days of running, Zhang Xiaoluo finally returned to City J with Zhi Fei on his back.

He did not go to Zhi Fei's home in City J, but took her back to Qingshi Lane and back to the plaqueless ghost wish shop in Lao Zhangtou.

This is an instinctive choice.

If the attack in Kyoto happened suddenly without Xuanmen’s discovery, then after so many days, Xuanmen should have known about this.

This inconspicuous store was run by his master, Lao Zhangtou, for most of his life. If the other party can chase him here, then...

Zhang Xiaoluo will rebel from Xuanmen!

The black painted wooden door was covered with a faint light, and a light from candles came out of the house.

"Squeak!"

Zhang Xiaoluo stretched out his hand covered with fine scales and pushed open the wooden door, looking at the figure sitting in the room.

After a long journey, the energy stored in his body had been exhausted.

If you are a friend, you will escape. If you are an enemy, you will kill!

Zhang Xiaoluo believes in miracles and believes that he can create miracles.

An old man sat behind the wooden table in the house.

A blue-brown coarse cloth shirt, a thin face, a knife-like wrinkles, and bright eyes.

Zhang Xiaoluo doesn't know this person.

The old man in blue shirt had a very thick joint of his fingers that tapped the table, and was covered with calluses, like the old farmer who had worked hard all his life.

The wind suddenly rose.

The old man in green suddenly raised the calloused hand on the table, grabbed Zhang Xiaoluo's neck, and gently swung Zhang Xiaoluo into the dark corner of the house.

"Look at what you look like now! It's embarrassing!"

The old man blamed Zhang Xiaoluo, who was on all sides again in the corner, was about to pounce on him, and said coldly.

It was like the helpless rebuke of the elders to the unscrupulous younger generation.

"Compared to your current ghost look, I like you in the Wall Can Village more!"

Zhang Xiaoluo's empty eyes gradually showed a hint of spirit. He slowly stood up, and a "crackling" sound came from his body. When he walked out of the darkness in the corner again, he had turned back to the pretty hospitalist.

He knew who the old man was.

The ghost-raising man in Waguan Village is also the owner of the puppet grass man, Zhang Yu's grandfather, and Liu Yifan, the wild road of Xuanmen.

"Your devil master, haven't you mentioned the consequences of possession of a zombie? At a young age, he actually learned these messy things!"

Liu Yifan looked at Zhang Xiaoluo, who had returned to normal in his arms, and blamed him again, glanced at the empty earth wall behind him, and his face was slightly angry.

He regarded Zhang Xiaoluo's strange figure just now as Maoshan's technique, and became a stern.

The art of zombie possession is used to subdue the zombie, and attach oneself to oneself to gain super physical strength. After zombie possession, one will often cause the human body to change and become a monster that is not human or zombie, until the end of possession.

Na Luo Lidong's Ying Gou Talisman is essentially a kind of zombie possession, but Ying Gou is the ancestor of zombies, and his power is even better after possession.

Zhang Xiaoluo breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He could accept the strangeness he had just seen as a slack-like possession.

Perhaps, so are those who assassinate themselves in Kyoto.

But that little girl is the exception!

Zhang Xiaoluo vaguely felt that the little girl who made her instinct want to retreat after a blow was the same as her. At least she was from the same place as her!

"What does it mean to hold her and not let her go? I am afraid that I will harm her? Or do you want to let my granddaughter down!"

Liu Yifan suddenly reached out and knocked on Zhang Xiaoluo's forehead.

Zhang Xiaoluo was startled, with a look of embarrassment on his face, and he hurriedly placed Zhi Fei in his arms on the small bed against the wall.

"You ruined my affairs in Waguan Village. I couldn't keep you! But if you think you have taken care of my granddaughter, you owe it first!"

Liu Yifan looked at Zhang Xiaoluo, who was standing in front of him, lowered his head and looked as shy as if the new son-in-law was seeing his mother-in-law. He suppressed the urge to go up and kick him.

"It was also my negligence that I forgot that she might open the Eye of Heaven after the Yin De Initiation, but I have solved this matter!"

Liu Yifan nagged for a while, maybe every mother-in-law has a nagging heart.

Zhang Xiaoluo was dizzy at this moment, which was a sign that his body would fall into extreme hunger again. But he did not dare to move. The person in front of him could pull out the resentful ghosts' mouths and teeth, not to mention that he was his mother-in-law...his father.

"I have been betrayed from Xuanmen for many years, and I have heard of you. According to Xuanmen's urine nature, if you are slapped so much, you should have some actions. At worst, you are like me, just like I did back then! Just happened to be with my granddaughter. The kid who watched the movie with her last time was not as good as you..."

"Um?"

Zhang Xiaoluo began to feel something was wrong.

"Watching a movie? That guy? Damn, Bai Yang!"

"Liu...Grandpa, did you really see our Xiao Yuyu and someone going to see a movie?"

Zhang Xiaoluo was about to call Liu Yifan, but looked up at Liu Yifan's big eyes staring at him, and quickly changed his words.

"You can deal with this woman as soon as possible. If my granddaughter sees this..."

Liu Yifan laughed dryly twice, turned his head and glanced at Zhi Fei, who was still asleep beside him, got up and walked out of the door, and soon disappeared at the end of Qingshi Lane.

Liu Yifan left. From this meeting with Liu Yifan, Zhang Xiaoluo has obtained a lot of useful information.

My own killing disaster is about to pass.

Zhang Yu's frequently opened sky eye was solved.

Then Bai Yang seemed to want to have diarrhea again.

At present, it seems that Liu Yifan has no malicious intentions towards him for the time being, but if there is something wrong with Zhang Yu, it is hard to say.

And the deeper information is that Lao Zhang is fine! Zhang Xiaoluo doesn't believe that he is a small wild Onmyoji, who can represent the face of Xuanmen. Xuanmen's intervention is because of his master, Lao Zhang.

Another point is that Liu Yifan did not realize his instinct exists, which is what Zhang Xiaoluo is most grateful for!

Zhang Xiaoluo still understands the principle of guilt of possessing a treasure. He will never be willing to be a jealous mouse under the cold equipment.

Instinct is even more reluctant.
Chapter completed!