One Thousand Two Hundred and Nine: If you can’t save him, kill him!

One Thousand Two Hundred and Nine: If you can’t save him, kill him!

"coming."

Yan Wan raised his eyebrows and looked at a middle-aged man with a briefcase under his arm, coming down from the office building across the street, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

He stood up and threw a stone. Dabai left here with a full meal.

He doesn't care if this man has a tattoo on his chest. Just kill him and destroy his heart.

He has already seen the area nearby. There are no monitors or anything like that. Besides, there is such a large flow of people nearby. With just a pebble... when will the murderer be found?

While walking on the road, he called Ye Ling: "The number you dialed cannot be connected temporarily, please wait..."

"There is a situation."

Yan Wan's expression changed, he quickly got in the car and rushed towards Ye Ling's location.

"Hello?"

"I, Yan Wang, Ye Ling's cell phone cannot be connected, hurry up." After Yan Wang finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

the other side.

Ye Ling jumped down from the roof and stared ahead with a solemn expression. There was a flash of light in his hand, and the French stick was held in his hand. The light was flowing, and the evil spirits were lingering behind him. With bursts of roars, three ferocious spirits slowly emerged.

In front of her, in the endless black mist, two scarlet lights suddenly lit up, and then a sharp voice sounded: "In the age of the end of the Dharma, are there still ghost exorcists of this level?"

"Ghost King." Ye Ling took out her cell phone and looked at it...there was no signal.

After looking at the time, Ye Ling's anxious mood slowly calmed down. It was now half past nine. They agreed to contact him once every half hour to report the situation.

The time is coming soon, and Yan and Wang, who have noticed something unusual, will definitely rush here.

What he has to do now is... to hold on until they arrive.

"Hand the man over, and I can let you live." The mist condensed, and an elegant man with a black robe, scarlet eyes, and a complexion as pale as paper appeared. He looked like a scribe.

"Haha, do you think I will believe it?"

Ye Ling smiled sarcastically. This had nothing to do with the idea of ​​​​doing justice for heaven upheld by those ghost exorcists. They were actors, and they would definitely have to fight each other to the death in the end.

The ghost king went through many calamities and became a ghost immortal.

It's better to stop beating him at that time. It would be more satisfying if they just wipe the neck.

"I always keep my word."

The Ghost King did not get angry and said with a smile: "A long time ago, I said I would spare a common man who broke into my house rashly, and I really let him leave."

"...Haha." Ye Ling sneered at this, but seeing that he had no intention of taking action, she was happy to delay it.

It seemed that he had not communicated with outsiders for a long time, and the Ghost King simply said to himself: "Later, some people came into my home, but they were not friendly, so I killed them.

I simply set up a large formation and hid it. However, it seems that more than a hundred years ago, another group of people entered my house by mistake and hid a lot of gold and silver treasures there.

It's just that they dug holes and soil and destroyed the flowers and plants in my house, so I punished them to stay and take good care of the flowers and plants there, and by the way, I gave them eternal life. "

Ye Ling's eyelids twitched: "Eternal life? Immortality is still possible, but eternal life is just nonsense. If there is eternal life, why would you go out to find people with five-element fates, absorb the essence of their internal organs, and refine elixirs to endure calamities?"

Immortality, eternal life.

They look similar, but they are actually completely different things.

It is said in Journey to the West that being immortal does not mean that you will not die. It just makes you live longer and stay young until death.

But eternal life is different. Eternal survival... even immortals and Buddhas cannot do it.

Ye Ling sneered: "What you call immortality is probably not just locking their souls inside your body and turning them into living corpses."

"This is also a kind of eternal life, isn't it?" The Ghost King shrugged.

He raised his eyes and looked at the unconscious little boy behind Ye Ling, and said with a smile: "It seems that you do have a heritage, and you can guess what I am doing. How about we make a deal?"

Ye Ling looked shocked: "?"

The Ghost King waved his hand, and after the black mist dissipated, a large box appeared in his hand: "Over the years, many exorcists have come to my house to kill demons.

They left a lot of things. I can give these to you in exchange for the little boy. Of course, I can't give them all to you. You can pick two...forget it, four things. "

Not to mention...

When the Ghost King said this, Ye Ling was really moved. The relics left by the ghost exorcist, even if so much time has passed, the magic weapon has long since lost its spirituality and turned into waste.

But don’t forget, there might be something like a skill book If you get a magical skill, you can make a lot of money.

Even if this promotion fails, it is worth it. Although the price of failure is heavy, Ye Ling has been prepared for it.

"Maybe I have another way."

At this moment, accompanied by a rapid sound of tires scraping the ground, Yan Wan walked leisurely in his pocket.

"Oh? Warrior? Warriors with yin and yang eyes are really rare." The Ghost King turned around after hearing the sound, looked at Yan Wan's face, and asked with a smile: "What is your method?"

Yan Wang leaned against the door of the courtyard and stared at him thoughtfully: "If I kill you, won't we be able to choose what we want? What a choice."

The Ghost King narrowed his eyes, looked at him carefully, and said, "Interesting, I haven't met such a sharp-edged person like you in a long time."

Yan Wan said: "Although I don't understand the calamity thing, I can be sure of one thing. If the Ghost King wants to go through the calamity, he must ensure that he is in peak condition. This is the best way to deal with it."

"Not bad." The smile on the Ghost King's face slowly disappeared.

boom!

In vain, the gun went off.

The Ghost King's face hardened, and he raised his hand to throw out a evil spirit, bypassing Ye Ling and blocking the little boy.

Snap The corroded warhead landed weakly.

Everyone couldn't help but raise their heads and focus on Yan Wan, or the gun in Yan Wan's hand.

"So cruel..."

Even Ye Ling didn't expect this move, let alone the Ghost King?

Although the Ghost Queen was the first to block the shot, the anger still arose spontaneously. Yan Wan unexpectedly wanted to destroy his materials.

That's right, the materials for alchemy...

"You are asking for death..."

Buzz…

Before he finished speaking, rainbow light crossed the sky, passed through a distance of ten meters, and arrived in front of the Ghost King.

Bang!

The crisp sound of gold and iron clashing.

Yan Huan's face paled obviously, and his body paused as if struck by lightning. Then he flipped in the air and retreated quickly. The sword penetrated the solid ground and left long scratches.

Kill demon!

Ye Ling snorted coldly, swung the French stick, and formed a golden spear point, which shot out and pierced the Ghost King's back.

"Xue'er, stop him." The Ghost King frowned, and an evil spirit rose from the surface of his body, turning him into a wisp of black smoke and shrouding Ye Ling.

"Okay. Find Shuyuan www.zhaoｓhuyuan.com "

Following laughter like a clear spring, waves of evil spirits emerged from the ground. A little girl wearing white clothes and a bun escaped from the ground and stopped in front of Yan Wan.

PS: I owe the leader thirty chapters, but since someone in the group said bad things about the author yesterday, five times, I deducted 10 chapters. I still owe twenty chapters.

Please speak bad words more often, so that the deductions will be completed soon.

PPS: The author praised the building. Although it was built to 200 yuan, I saw that many of them were painted and were directly copied from Du Niang. The author was very sad and wanted to delete these.

Later, the friend who was painting the building realized his mistake and corrected it, and rewarded him a lot. So the author turned a blind eye this time and treated it as if he had actually reached the 200th floor.

Now adding the previous ones, we still owe twenty-one chapters.

It will be cashed out in a few days.

PPPS: Thanks to Xiyan Sanqian (the one who painted the building), LV Tianzhifeng for the reward, thank you for the reward