The boss who came from the end of the world, she is sick and needs to be cured

Zhao Jing snorted, "I can see it too. You guys are arranged around, and you must not let the people inside escape."

She asked He Zheng to come out, and she stayed there alone, using herself and He Zheng as bait to lure out the evil cultivator who was hiding in the dark and targeting men.

It seems that the effect of luring the snake out of its hole is very significant.

As soon as He Zheng left the house, the evil cultivator seized the opportunity.

Lin Qian and others were slightly stunned, "Madam, what's inside is..."

Zhao Jing didn't say anything, she just took out the flying knife and threw it across the ground. The flying knives flew out, transformed into dozens of flying knives, and pierced into every corner.

After hearing only a whistling sound, there were screams one after another, and then the whole yard returned to its original appearance. A black figure with holes all over his body, and black smoke constantly pouring out of the holes, was crawling and trying to get up. One end of the black smoke is connected to Zhang Jiani.

Zhang Jiani realized something was wrong, immediately put on her cloak and ran away.

However, Zhao Jing's flying knife seemed to have eyes, blocking all her escape routes.

Zhao Jing went to the pavilion, helped He Zheng up, looked at Zhang Jiani, pointed forward with her free hand, and all the flying knives whizzed past Zhang Jiani's body.

puff puff...

Zhang Jiani was like a broken leaf in the wind, staggering down and falling down. Her mouth was full of blood, and her eyebrows and throat were pierced by flying knives. She stared at Zhao Jing, "You..."

Lin Qian, Lin Kang and others were confused, "Mrs. He..."

He Zheng woke up slowly and looked at Zhao Jing. He couldn't tell whether she was real or not, and was stunned.

Zhao Jing helped He Zheng up, "Husband, I'm sorry, the evil cultivators in the city are rampant, so I used you as bait. Are you okay?"

He Zheng was slightly stunned. He glanced around and realized that this Zhao Jing was real. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's okay. Have you caught him?"

Following Zhao Jing's gaze, she saw: a black figure with holes all over his body, struggling to pull on the "thread" connecting him and Zhang Jiani, trying to escape Zhang Jiani's body, and found that Zhang Jiani was not dead yet. Can't escape.

Tianshu said: "This is a low-level race among the demons. It has no human form, feeds on desire, and is good at confusing people's hearts and creating illusions."

Zhao Jing was only concerned about one thing, "How to kill?"

"It's easy to kill. For heaven's sake, just bombard them with sky thunder to make them dissipate between heaven and earth. This kind of demons often don't do good things, so a little bit of extremely pure sky thunder can give them a fatal blow."

"Can this effect be achieved using high-temperature flames?"

Tianshu hummed, "Probably."

Lin Qian, Lin Kang and others took a few steps back when they saw Zhang Jiani, who was still squirming on the ground, covered in red blood mist, and seemed more evil than a demon cultivator, "Mrs. He, what is this?"

"Demons, probably. They probably also practiced demonic...evil magic."

"Then what should we do? How should we deal with this...?"

This was the first time they had come into close contact with monks who practiced both demons and evil arts. They usually clamored loudly to kill demons and eliminate evil spirits, but at this moment, they found that their hands and feet were no longer in control and they were shaking violently.

He Zheng recovered, "What exactly is this evil thing...I haven't figured it out yet..."

Zhao Jing hummed, filled the blade of the flying knife with thunder spirit power, and took out a small porcelain bottle, "I'll cut a small piece and study it slowly. I'll also ask monks with fire roots to help burn the rest."

As soon as he finished speaking, the flying knife and the porcelain bottle flew out with a whoosh. The flying knife cut off the part above the black figure's neck. The small porcelain bottle quickly put the cut part inside and plugged it.

He Zheng took out ten high-temperature fire talismans and placed them around Zhang Jiani's "corpse" and the black figure, activating them to block all escape routes.

Lin Kang and other three Fire Spirit Root cultivators drew fire talismans. With a pop, the flames burst into flames. Zhang Jiani's "corpse" and the black figure let out a shrill scream. The red blood mist twisted, howled, and wailed. It gets lighter and weaker, until it turns into ashes.

The flying knife and porcelain bottle flew back to Zhao Jing's hands.

The people at the scene, as well as the monks and officers and soldiers who hurried over after hearing the noise, were a little stunned when they saw the ashes on the ground.

After a long time, someone whispered: "Isn't it too hasty to deal with it like this, without interrogation, no testimony, and no signature?"

"That's right. I didn't see clearly who died, and I don't know if he was really an evil cultivator." Someone said in a lower voice, "Do you think it's possible that her husband was bullied and she took revenge... "

"cough cough"

The whispers were put away immediately.

An elderly voice said: "I see, the coexistence of strength and beauty is the most important thing. Otherwise, if you only have beauty but no strength, you will be bullied sooner or later. Mrs. He, I am not targeting you. I am discussing the matter as it is, not anyone." people."

Even a blind person can see that this is obviously a disaster caused by the mismatch between He Zheng's talent and appearance. They all laughed silently.

Zhao Jing was too lazy to pay attention, "Everyone, there have been frequent activities of evil cultivators in the city recently. Please work together to deal with it. Today, the discovery and handling of this case was an accident and the result of the past few days of hard work. Thank you for your help."

Zhao Jing and He Zheng bowed to everyone and said, "Please tell General Zhuo and others exactly what you just saw."

Zhuo Jinhui happened to appear in public view, "Mrs. He, what just happened here?"

More and more monks gathered around.

After several participating monks described the incident, a later monk asked: "Mrs. He, how did you determine that it was an evil cultivator? What if you misjudged and killed him accidentally?"

Zhuo Jinhui said loudly: "Based on everyone's description of the monk, it cannot be a misjudgment."

"We asked about Zhao Jing, and we didn't ask you, what did you say?" someone shouted.

Zhao Jing raised her hand to arrange a spiritual forbidden area, put the porcelain bottle containing black smoke in it, and pulled out the stopper, "If you have any doubts, just look here. This black smoke is said to be a low-level demon and does not have human form, but He is a master at deceiving people and setting up illusions.”

In the restricted area, as soon as the stopper of the porcelain bottle was opened, the black smoke ran out, but suddenly hit the spiritual barrier, and was as anxious as ants on a hot pot, spinning around.

"How do you know it's a demon and not just an ordinary puff of smoke?"

As soon as this question was asked, the monks around him laughed. The person who asked the question immediately blushed, "There is nothing strange about this smoke. Why do you say it is a demon?"

Zhao Jing looked towards the man, and the people around him immediately dispersed, exposing the man's figure.

Zhao Jing said expressionlessly: "Why don't you try the 'smoke' yourself and see what effect this 'smoke' has?"

The man suddenly became anxious, "Mrs. He, what are you talking about? Since this is a monster, it is a monster, how can you let people try it casually? If it turns into a monster and kills, will you be responsible?"

Zhao Jing chuckled, "Yes, I'm responsible."