I descend into the world of heaven

In the chaotic era of the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China, Mr. Tan could still make a pot of gold, but he was not a fuel-efficient lamp.

He hated being deceived the most, and immediately promised to burn a mountain of gold ingots for the ghosts and his family!

The female ghost in Western clothes and her family beat Mao Shanming, who knew the three-legged cat skill, to a pulp and threw him out. Even the two little ghosts she brought with her were not spared...

Mao Shanming crawled out of Tanjia Village with a bruised nose and a swollen face. He knew he was in the wrong and didn't dare to go back and settle the score. Even if he calculated the score, he couldn't beat Mr. Tan's servants, and he couldn't use magic to deal with the family led by the female ghost in Western clothes!

He rested for a moment on the stone tablet outside Tanjia Village, took out a silver coin from his pocket, and showed a self-consoling smile: "Although I received a beating, it can't be said that I gained nothing. At least I got a silver coin. This is enough for us to spend several days..."

The words just fell.

Surrounded by the Yin Qi, a figure jumped out of the oil-paper umbrella in the package. It was a twenty-year-old young man wearing an official uniform of the Qing Dynasty. There was a playful expression on his gray face: "Uncle Ming, I am actually very lucky to have escaped. I It seems that the ghosts of the family living in Mr. Tan’s house have no intention of killing anyone. Otherwise, let alone you, we would be sad too..."

Uncle Ming forced his words: "Haha, Dabao, do you really consider yourself an official by wearing the clothes of an official after death? Are you the only one who can see this kind of thing clearly? I'm not blind either!

Forget it, don't keep talking nonsense. If you offend the local snake in Tanjia Village, you will definitely not survive. It's better to go to other villages to get some. Hurry up and don't let anyone see you! "

The ghost who was called Dabao nodded and turned into a stream of yin energy and escaped into the oil paper umbrella.

Mao Shanming blew the silver dollar and listened to it in his ear. With a satisfied look on his face, he left the area of ​​Tanjia Village, crossed the river, and passed through the hills, getting colder and colder as he walked. The oil-paper umbrella in his package moved, and Dabao's voice came out: "Uncle Ming, there seems to be a strange smell ahead, be careful of bad guys..."

His steps faltered.

In the misty late night woods.

Mao Shanming saw a girl who seemed to be in her early twenties standing in the middle of the road with a big bag on her back. He swallowed subconsciously. It was an emergency. Can there be normal people in a place like this at this time?

He wanted to retreat, but unexpectedly he stepped on a dead branch, broke, and clicked. The sound was particularly loud in the silent night. The girl in front of him slowly turned around, and she was actually holding a long, bright sword in her hand...

this……

Mao Shanming groaned secretly in his heart.

There was a faint trace of blood on the long sword. He was sure that it had been stained with human blood in the past two hours.

The girl looked at him and Mao Shanming looked at the girl. The situation was a bit awkward.

Damn it, even if he can fight, so what, a man who is seven feet tall and half an inch can still be frightened by a girl who has not left the palace. Not to mention there are two ghosts, Dabao and Xiaobao, in the oil-paper umbrella!

Thinking of this, Mao Shanming clasped his fists and said with a smile: "My dear Mao Shanming, I was passing through this place at night to slay demons and demons. I actually met a girl in the wilderness. I'm really lucky to meet you. Ha, ha ha. If nothing happens, I will Move on, you go about your business..."

The girl holding the sword looked at him and frowned, as if she was thinking of something.

The killing intent emanating from her body gradually weakened. She looked at the other bag hanging on Mao Shanming's waist and said, "I wonder if it would be convenient for the Taoist priest to show me the bag on the left waist?"

Mao Shanming was stunned. This sounds so much like a robbery, but... you said it so politely...

He touched the bag on the left, took it off, didn't dare to get close, and threw it over: "I just picked up a wild rabbit that was killed on a tree stump when I was crossing the hill. You can take a look at it if you want. It's no big deal."

Chen Chu used her sword to open the bag, and sure enough, a soft gray rabbit was revealed. She looked at the leaves in the palm of her left hand.

The long sword chopped off the rabbit's head in one fell swoop!

Mao Shanming saw this: "Girl, you are a bit..." What happened next made him swallow his words.

The rabbit with its head cut off was seen twitching all over, and something like a squirrel's tail emerged from the wound. It squirmed a few times, and shot out like an arrow straight into the girl's face! Mao Shanming was startled and hurriedly shouted to be careful. He patted the oil-paper umbrella and the Yin Qi surrounded Dabao's figure and rushed towards the weird tail...

The girl's expression didn't change, and she split her tail open with her long sword from bottom to top.

Mao Shanming kept shouting, and Ghost Dabao took two steps away from the oil-paper umbrella. He felt like he was playing with a machete in front of Guan Gong's gate.

Only then did he see a wild boar roughly weighing a hundred pounds lying on the ground behind the girl. This thing was so ferocious that it could kill a strong man alive. Without weapons and traps, even three or four men could not be caught. Such a wild creature was actually killed by this seemingly weak girl.

The girl was none other than Fang Xiaoyi (Chen Chu). He followed the aura of the thief Wang Huan here, and found that it was a wild boar with witchcraft implanted in his body. He killed it and was about to leave, but felt a new aura approaching. I waited here specially, but I didn't expect to meet Mao Shanming, a third-rate warlock who cheats people out of the movie, and the two ghosts he brought with him.

Mao Shanming is this person.

How should I put it? Call him bad. Although he eats and drinks, he never hurts anyone's life. He is also very self-aware.

It has the effect of enlivening the atmosphere in the play. Chen Chu is not disgusted with his senses. At least he is much better than Uncle Jiu's so-called apprentice Aqiang...

Mao Shanming's mind was quick, and he realized that the girl in front of him might be chasing something.

Rabbit didn't dare to ask for it anymore. Anyway, he still had a silver dollar. He was hungry and clasped his hands in his fists: "Girl, you are so clever. I, Maoshan Minggan, have great admiration for me, so I'll say goodbye!" He called Dabao back, walked around Chen Chu, and walked faster inside. go!

Chen Chu said: "If you want to hurry, don't go to Jicun. It's very dangerous there!"

"Okay, what the girl said is absolutely true!"

Mao Shanming responded with his words and walked faster. He had been to Jicun a few years ago. Although the folk customs were a bit tougher, no matter how dangerous it was, it was not as dangerous as the girl in front of him. Compared with beings who could kill wild boars single-handedly, he was still more willing to Stay with the tough villagers in Ji Village and get some food by the way.

When he was about to walk out of the big woods, suddenly the fire flickered and several people jumped out from the trees on both sides!

Without saying a word, they placed three or four steel knives on Mao Shanming's neck. One of them, a man with a slight build and wearing wooden-framed glasses, smiled exaggeratedly: "Hahaha, you and that witch appeared here sneakily. Whatever bad things are being discussed in the woods, please tell me quickly, otherwise, don’t blame Captain Qiang for not recognizing anyone with my steel sword!"

Mao Shanming was dumbfounded. The steel knife of the man with glasses had already scratched the skin of his neck, causing slight pain, but he did not dare to move rashly. Damn, these people must be from Jicun. They were not like this when they came here a few years ago. , suddenly became like a bandit! His heart was tight. The warlords were fighting and the people were in dire straits. Could it be that these people had fallen into disgrace?