Villain of Destiny: I can have infinite epiphanies

Luo Hao was in a hurry, without any resistance, he could only endure the slap.

He vomited blood and flew out.

After landing, he lay motionless on the ground.

Now that he has mixed into Wutong Temple, the epiphany has already started, so he has to persist for 30 days.

He could bear this provocation.

"Grass, the strike was too ruthless, and three of my ribs were broken."

"Even the internal organs have cracks."

"This injury, with the physique of an ordinary person, may not survive ten days."

"Huang Xian'er, you wait for me."

Luo Hao lay on the ground, feeling the burning pain, his brows were furrowed.

Since you want to install it, you can only install it to the end.

Don't show your feet, otherwise there will be endless troubles.

He didn't expect that Huang Xian'er's suspicion almost revealed his identity.

"Could it be that I suspected wrong?"

Huang Xian'er's beautiful brows were slightly knitted together.

She had to wonder if she was overthinking?

"It's wrong, so it's wrong."

"A handyman disciple, if he dies, he will die. It's no big deal."

Huang Xian'er downplayed it, glanced at Luo Hao indifferently, then turned and left.

Come under the phoenix tree, continue to extract the wood attribute essence to enhance the strength.

The rest of the Tianjiao didn't pay attention to Huang Xian'er's movements at all. Huang Xian'er could deal with the life and death of a handyman disciple as he pleased. They had no interest in participating.

"Hey, bad luck."

Luo Hao let out a long sigh.

He could imagine that if he showed obscene behavior towards Huang Xian'er's portrait, he would suffer the same fate as the other three dead handyman disciples.

He avoided this possibility, but he was suspected by Huang Xian'er unexpectedly.

As it turns out, don't take anyone for a fool.

Luo Hao's performance had already bluffed Huang Xian'er.

For him, this is victory.

"Let's take him back to his quarters."

"Okay, don't let him lie here and hinder Huang Xian'er and other Tianjiao's eyes."

"That's right, if the corpse stinks after more than ten days, it will be troublesome."

"Huang Xian'er was still so cunning and ruthless when he shot. The three senior brothers Liu before were injured like this by Huang Xian'er. They struggled on the verge of pain for ten days before they died."

"This new handyman disciple cannot escape such a fate."

Two kind-hearted apprentices came to Luo Hao's side and carried him to his residence.

Luo Hao was lying on his bed with a look of misery in his eyes.

No matter what kind of thoughts these two handyman disciples have, they are kind to him.

"Should be dying soon."

"At most, I can last for ten days."

"Let's dig a hole in advance, and wait for him to die before burying him."

"It's natural. Hey, I don't know when the next handyman disciple who cleans the courtyard of the Indus Sacred Tree will suffer?"

"Including this one, we are almost dealing with four corpses, right?"

"That's right, this temporary errand arranged by Deacon Wu is actually very easy."

The two handyman disciples started talking while watching the dying Luo Hao.

"You wait to die, we are leaving."

One of them said with a smile on his face, "We'll come back after you're dead. Don't worry, we'll find a treasure land with good lighting, clear north and south, and good feng shui. We'll bury you and won't let you become food for wild beasts."

"Stop talking nonsense, what's the waste of saliva with a dying person?"

Another handyman disciple laughed mockingly.

After the two left, Luo Hao sat up straight from the bed.

As soon as he breathed out, he almost healed the injury.

What he needs most now is time, so he can only grit his teeth and persevere.

Unexpectedly, on the first day when I first came to Wutong Hall, I encountered such trouble.

No one cares about Luo Hao here, no one cares about his life or death.

This actually gave Luo Hao enough freedom.

At least you don't have to pretend to be dying, you're about to die.

At night, Luo Hao took action.

As for Huang Xian'er, it was natural to punish him.

He came under the sacred phoenix tree and stood in front of Huang Xian'er's portrait.

In the dead of night, under the sycamore tree, those arrogances who extracted the essence of wood attributes for cultivation, all went to rest.

Luo Hao stared at Huang Xian'er's portrait, took out a brush, and wrote three consecutive lines in the blank space.

"How much is it for one night?"

"Isn't it a matter of money? This requires a strong man?"

"Acacia Grand Ceremony 360 five styles, do you want to experience it?"

Luo Hao finished writing these words, nodded in satisfaction, and then disappeared.

He didn't know where Huang Xian'er lived, so he could only humiliate Huang Xian'er's portrait of recruiting relatives first, which could be regarded as interest.

Then, he came to Deacon Wu's residence.

Of course, he knew the residence of the Taoist deacon.

Since it's revenge, it's best not to stay overnight.

When Deacon Wu recruited him as a handyman disciple, he was quite indifferent and dared to call him a waste. At that time, in his heart, he held a grudge against Deacon Wu.

Such a small person dares to scold him, he is really courting death.

Deacon Wu is already sound asleep.

Standing in front of the bed, Luo Hao slapped Deacon Wu's forehead slowly.

Deacon Wu was in his sleep and was slapped to death by him.

The next day, Luo Hao pretended to be a dying person, waiting to die.

He was lying on the bed without any movement.

But outside, there was quite a disturbance.

"Deacon Wu is dead?"

"The death is unclear, what is going on?"

"Hurry up and report to Elder Huang, and let him uphold justice for Deacon Wu."

Deacon Wu is just a small person, and his death caused an uproar among the handyman disciples.

In their eyes, Deacon Wu is a powerful existence. Squeezing them to death is as easy as killing an ant. But when such strong people are dead, they are naturally frightened and terrified.

Huang Shiren, Elder Huang of Wutong Hall, immediately launched an investigation after hearing the news of Deacon Wu's death.

"Dare to murder Deacon Wu in Wutong Hall, it's really deceitful."

"This is provoking Wutong Palace, and it doesn't take us seriously."

Huang Shiren was furious.

He had checked Deacon Wu's injuries, and his forehead was shattered by a slap.

This shows that the murderer's methods were secretive, and he was killed without Deacon Wu's knowledge.

A deacon in the Daotai realm died just like that.

There hasn't been any noise yet, and this incident reveals a weirdness.

"Could it be that an enemy has sneaked into the Wutong Hall?"

"However, what is the meaning of attacking such a small person as Deacon Wu?"

"Isn't this a warning?""

Could it be knocking the mountain and shaking the tiger? "

"If it's really an enemy, isn't it too blatant?"

Huang Shiren frowned, suspicious.

the other side.

Huang Xian'er stood in front of the portrait of recruiting relatives, and was about to be blown up.