Starting from the ultimate, the keeper behind the Nine Gates

I saw that the originally small evil spirit seemed to have been soaked in hair, and it had grown dozens of times in size.

Against the background of the huge body, the short limbs completely disappeared.

The evil spirit at this moment was like a puddle of mud, lying motionless on the windowsill.

However, it was relieved, and the zombie kings it had swallowed were still making dull buzzing sounds in its body, trying to rush out.

But no matter how he ran rampant, he only knocked out a slight bulge in the evil spirit's body and could not escape at all.

But the Corpse Emperor, who was originally very powerful and had a lot of soldiers and horses, now became the bare commander.

The evil spirits kept flying up and down around them, squeaking anxiously, but not daring to get close.

The arrogance he had when he took the initiative to provoke me was completely gone.

Apparently the evil spirit with an appetite as big as a bottomless pit is better at eating than it is.

Seeing Jiang Xing finish his training, the Corpse Emperor instantly seemed to have found his backbone.

It rushed directly into his arms and folded its wings. The insect's body was upside down and its six legs hung down weakly.

He looked like he couldn't live any longer.

Jiang Xing helplessly picked up the evil spirit and shook it a few times.

Soon, three or four zombie kings fell out of its mouth.

It's just that it's in a very depressed state, almost exactly the same as their boss.

There are also level differences between evil objects.

The corpse dragon king, who was born from eating corpses and developed his strength the day after tomorrow, is obviously no match for the evil spirits condensed out of various evil spirits.

This battle can be said to be a disastrous defeat!

Of course, these zombie kings are good helpers on his way to making money, and Jiang Xing can't really watch them being tortured to death by evil spirits.

I was stunned to hold the evil spirit and shake it for nearly ten minutes before shaking out all the zombie kings swallowed by it.

The half-dead people piled up into a mountain of corpses.

After Jiang Xing put their boss on top, he picked up the evil spirit and looked around.

After spitting out all the zombie kings, the evil spirit became much smaller.

But it's also twice as big as before.

The reason why those zombie kings are so weak is naturally very clear.

Most of the Yin evil energy in the body was almost absorbed, and it was difficult not to feel weak...

Jiang Xing was also very surprised. The evil spirit grew faster than he expected.

After his vitality was severely injured, the Corpse Emperor lost his provocative mood and took his younger brother back to hide in the system.

During the rest of the long night, Jiang Xing began to transform the evil spirit.

Although this evil thing has only just taken shape now, its power is still very weak and there is nothing to fear.

But if it is allowed to develop, it may not be that easy to suppress it soon.

After all, in the Age of Dharma Ending, evil energy is much more abundant than spiritual energy.

It's hard to say who will be the master then.

I worked hard until dawn before the renovation was completely completed.

It's just that this process is too time-consuming.

So much so that when the younger brother came out of the room early the next morning and saw the dark blue under his eyes, he couldn't help but stop and take a few more glances.

But Jiang Xing, who was exhausted and exhausted, looked very bad at the moment.

The whole person is gloomy and full of resentment!

If a ghost comes, I will have to give way.

The little brother didn't dare to look at it. He quickly picked up the cash on the table and went out to buy breakfast as usual.

However, after a while, a burst of sad music suddenly sounded in the street, with melodious and sad tunes.

However, the old street is a funeral street, so it is not surprising that there will be mourning and music.

Jiang Xing didn't take it to heart, and hungrily sat down on the rocking chair with his eyes closed to rest.

I plan to wait until breakfast is finished before taking a nap.

It's just that after a long time, all the brothers came back, but the joy and sorrow on the street have not stopped yet.

Jiang Xing couldn't help but frowned.

Generally, mourning music is only sounded when the hearse starts the funeral procession and is about to arrive at the crematorium.

This process won't last long, five minutes at most.

But the little brother bought breakfast, and the joy continued.

Thinking of Jiang Xing holding the straw of soy milk in his mouth, he raised his eyes to look at the younger brother, raised his chin outside and asked, "What's going on outside?"

The little brother stopped biting the bun and said quickly: "Funeral."

Jiang Xing waited for two seconds and saw that he had two mouthfuls of one bun, and his hands had already reached out to make no move. He rolled his eyes speechlessly.

Got it!

It's better to expect a sow to climb a tree than to expect this arrogant person to be able to explain it in detail.

Jiang Xing separated two buns from the pile, his eyes darkened slightly, and he warned in a low voice: "These two are mine, understand?"

The young man who heard this looked at the two that were taken out, and then looked at the two pockets in front of him.

He nodded immediately, turned around and returned to his room with two bags in hand.

Only Jiang Xing, whose face was ashen, appeared in the hall.

Hemp egg!

Forget about protecting the knife, he still protects the food, as if he knows how to snatch it.

Who the hell can eat two pockets of meat buns so early in the morning?

Jiang Xing took a deep breath of soy milk angrily and prepared to go out to see what was going on.

Mainly because it’s quite cool in the morning.

If it were any other time, he would never be able to join in the fun.

Just as he stepped out of the gate of Yizhuang, he saw a man running towards him panting.

Even from a distance, you can hear the other party's heavy breathing.

Jiang Xing took a closer look and found that the person coming was actually Uncle Li.

It is different from the clean and kind-hearted image last night.

At this moment, he was sweating profusely, his expression was ferocious, and his face was red.

Sweat dripped down his round chin, soaking the collar of his short sleeves.

The gray hair was also very messy, and the whole person looked extremely embarrassed.

Seeing Jiang Xing come out, Lao Li stopped.

After waving her hands at him twice, she held up her knees and gasped for air, trying to calm down quickly.

When Jiang Xing came to him, Lao Li was still out of breath.

But he still pushed himself up and pulled him back.

The same face said in panic: "Xiao Jiang, something... something happened!"

"Please help... help me!"

Seeing that Uncle Li was out of breath so quickly, he was in danger of being carried away.

Jiang Xing didn't ask any more questions, but first advised him to calm down.

Through Uncle Li's intermittent description on the road, Jiang Xingcai roughly knew what happened.

After he went to the hospital yesterday, he found that Mrs. Yang's son was in very serious condition.

He was stabbed six or seven times on his body, one of which was wounded around the heart.

The doctor rescued her almost the entire night before snatching her back from the hands of the King of Hell.

However, not long after he was transferred to the ICU, he suddenly started shaking violently.

All indicators dropped rapidly.

Even if the doctor tried every means to save her, to no avail, they could not find out where the problem was.

It didn't take long for the person to breathe his last breath.

Although Mrs. Yang did not want to give up treatment, even authoritative experts were helpless.

She had no choice but to take her son back.

In fact, you can wait in the hospital until the person has completely expired, and then send them directly to the crematorium.

But at the last moment, Mrs. Yang wanted to take her son home.

Without the support of medical equipment, Mrs. Yang's son soon lost his breath after returning, and his body became cold and stiff.