Here Lies The Wicked

He turned around and looked and saw a man dressed like a villager, flashing from behind him.

Then he ran away silently.

The gaze moved.

Just as Fang was about to catch up, Poso.

Porso.

Around a tree, I don't know when to stand a crow.

These crows are weird, too.

Don't scream.

Don't scream.

Sharp claws, standing so calmly on the branches, on the canopy, eyes as cold as human nature, indifferent, staring at him coldly under the moon.

Fang recognized it immediately.

Aren't these the crows that he met at Zhang Zhuoren's house?

I had no idea they were coming so fast!

“Get in my way? ”

Fang squinted his eyes and looked at the atmosphere in the dark forest. The sword pulled out the crossbow and it triggered.

Just at the onset of the trigger, in the forest, someone stepped on the clicking of a dead branch and came close, a thin, tall old man who was dry.

Around the age of fifties, he attacked the black shirt and wore a thousand layers of soled cloth shoes on his feet. He was as tall as a bamboo pole. He was one head taller than he was.

The old man's palms in black shirt are like chicken claws, lean without a trace of meat, and he is holding a man's neck in one hand, such as an eagle grabbing a chicken, unable to move.

With the moonlight in the woods, it was clear that the man in the hands of the old man in the black shirt was the villager who had run away before.

The villager's clothes were old and looked older than those of the 1950s and 1960s.

Not from this age at first glance.

When the villagers were pinched to the neck, they did not resist or struggle, nor did they have the expression of fear and fear. They were pinched calmly all the way, and their faces were pale, not frightened pale, but as pale as the dead.

Eye of the first child!

The golden color glistened in his square eyes. He saw the villagers' pale faces wrapped with intense death, which was a dead man.

Not a living person.

“Did you kill one of my ravens? ”

“What is your purpose? ”

The old man in the black shirt even talked dry, as if he lacked water in his throat and had no muscles, just grinding his voice against his larynx bones.

“Purpose?”

“My purpose is just to find someone in the city. ”

In the silent mountain forest in the morning, they stood only five or six metres apart, and the tree above their heads was filled with an eye full of cold crows.

“Are you here to steal from me what's out of the village?” After listening to the right words, the elderly man in black shirt looked in the right direction and began to feel cold, a little more indifferent and gloomy.

Something out of the village?

Fang Zheng immediately remembered Zhang Zhuoren's object brought from the village, it was this thing that attracted several waves of people's peeping.

“If I said, I don't know anything about the village, I don't know anything about the village, I'm just looking for someone, would you believe me?” Fang Zheng's face was silent. In the talking room, Fang Zheng's eyes were constantly watching the dead villagers pinched by the elderly man in black.

“Really?”

“Really.”

The old man in black looked at Fang Zheng: “Then get out of the way and quit crying cold. ”

At this time, a crow standing on the branches above his head began to jump and jump with some agitation, but surprisingly, they remained quiet and did not make a slight noise.

It's hard to wonder if these crows were cut out of their tongues.

Dumb the day after tomorrow?

Faced with the request of the elderly man in black shirt, Fang Zheng clapped his hands and replied helplessly: "I haven't found the person I'm looking for yet, I have to find the person I'm looking for first. ”

“You've come to steal from me what's out of the village! ”

The old man's black shirt was getting colder and colder. At this time, the crow on the tree suddenly brushed off all of a sudden.

All the crows rushed into the sky like clouds, covering the spotted debris moonlight from the leaf crevices and coming towards us.

The other party said to do it.

He stood right where he was. He lifted his palms and punched a crow in one hand.

As a result, the fragmented crows, fragmented and mutilated, reattached together and continued to slay in the right direction.

There is no fear of the red yang blood on the palm of the hand.

Almost instantly, the ravens have been slaughtered, passing through their bodies and penetrating their square bodies without causing physical harm.

Yet!

When they passed through the square body and flew out of the square back, a crow's sharp claws, but grabbed a human figure, and they had to pull the human figure away completely. These crows can actually directly hurt the human spirit.

At this time, the divine soul is being held captive, and the body joint is feeling slightly stiff.

It's like three souls, seven lost people, dying rigidly.

Faced with the direct spiritual attack of these crows, Fang Zheng met them for the first time, and one face was struck by a surprise.

But why is Fangzheng's soul strong?

Less than a second later, he had already reacted from this strange way of attacking and started fighting back immediately.

How dare you!

The Book of Secret Awareness!

Angry Death Transformation!

Moments later, the dense hemp grabbed the crows of Fang Zhengsheng's soul. For example, the shadow soul was struck by lightning, directly traumatized, and the shape was unstable. At the next moment, these crows, which were otherwise unstable, were absorbed directly by Fang and transformed into a great complement to nourish his soul.

Until this moment, these crows were decisively disappearing, blindfolded hallucinations, still in front of the mountain forest, on a tree tree tree, still standing a crow.

But at this time, the crows are not full of living things, but dry bodies that are exposed to the sun.

This is the true nature of these crows.

These are nothing but ghost crows who have been used to lend their souls.

Pfft! Pfft!

The shadow soul was wiped out by Fangzheng's spiritual martial arts, and the crow bodies on the trees began to fall to the ground one by one.

At the same time, there was a strand of ordinary soul that flew from the dry corpses of the crows and was immediately devoured by the human scriptures.

+1 Normal Soul Qi from Crow.

+1 Normal Soul Qi from Crow.

……

It lights up fifty or sixty plain scriptures of the human skin.

This is the good news.

“What the hell is out of the village? Can you be so obsessed with robbing? ”

“Are you really just looking for someone?” Looking at his raven was just a photograph, he was wiped out. The old man in black had a slight change of color on his face and his tone suddenly changed.

The party replied, “Of course it's true. ”

“You take your bridge, I take my way, we well water doesn't offend river water.” The old man in black said in silence.

“Yes, but I would venture to ask.” Fang glanced at the old man in black with the dead villager in his hand to leave, suddenly speaking out.

“What do you want to ask?” The old man in black looked at Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng: “Did you see a man named Zhang Zaijin show up in Shuangtou Village? ”