My life of martial arts training

Now that the hidden dangers in oneself are exposed, the situation is much better.

Shen Yuan looked at the village with a slightly solemn expression.

The sun gradually sets in the west, and night falls quietly. The afterglow of the setting sun dyes the sky orange-red. A strange atmosphere spreads in the village, and the whole village seems to be hidden in the darkness.

But at this moment, there were noisy sounds in the village. It was obviously Shen Yuan's action just now that caused some kind of change.

When observing the village, Shen Yuan still put some energy into Qiao Qingyue. After all, there was something wrong with Qiao Qingyue's current state.

The two waited not long.

Wang Zhong looked ugly and rushed out of the village with Su Ling'er and Zhang Wanshen.

"Uncle Wang, did the two of them attack you?" Shen Yuan stepped forward and said in a deep voice.

"Huh?" Wang Zhong was slightly surprised and asked, "How did you..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Qiao Qingyue's reserved look on the side, and he immediately understood that Shen Yuan had also been attacked.

"Did you start the fight just now?" Wang Zhong asked with a frown.

"It's me." Shen Yuan nodded.

"It's a good thing you caused the chaos among the ghost slaves, otherwise these two people would have been deceived by the ghosts, and I would still have been kept in the dark." Wang Zhong sighed.

"The situation between the two of them is very serious?" Shen Yuan asked.

"Well, they completely lost their minds, otherwise I wouldn't have knocked them out."

Shen Yuan and Qiao Qingyue suddenly fell silent, and the atmosphere was extremely solemn. They had just begun, and the number of people began to decrease. The terror of the disaster-level White Walkers was evident.

"Why did you suddenly take action? What did you discover?" Wang Zhong broke the silence and asked.

"No, there are a few children who are very malicious to me for some reason. To prevent accidents, I acted first." Shen Yuan shook his head.

As they talked, the bustle in the village subsided.

The villagers have empty eyes, pale faces, and stiff and cold bodies, like corpses. They hold a shrine in their hands as they walk through their homes.

They came outside the ancestral hall, held the shrine high, and raised it above their heads. Thick black mist poured out from the shrine, like pools of black mud, continuously converging in the sky, condensing into a huge shrine!

The statue of the wishing god in the shrine has countless red threads wrapped around its hands, thousands, tens of thousands, or perhaps hundreds of thousands.

Dense red lines extended from all directions, covering the entire sky of Jiulixiang Village.

Among these red lines, there are dozens of illusory red lines, accounting for a very small proportion among the dense red lines.

Wisps of strong ghost charm drifted along the red line towards unknown places.

Three of the illusory red lines are very close to Jiulixiang Village, as if they are just outside the village.

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"Let's leave first. The village seems to be undergoing some kind of change." Wang Zhong glanced at Jiulixiang Village and said solemnly.

"Yeah." Shen Yuan nodded.

The three of them were about to leave when Qiao Qingyue's expression suddenly changed and she screamed: "Shen Yuan, I..."

Before she could finish her words, streams of black mud poured out of her body. In just a short moment, her limbs and chest were covered in black mud, leaving only her head with a horrified face.

"Damn it!"

Wang Zhong's expression was equally ugly, because not only did Qiao Qingyue undergo a sudden change, but Su Ling'er and Zhang Wanshen in his hands also gushed out of black mud!

"You go help Qiao Qingyue first!" He shouted, and two old brushes appeared in his hands, and the brushes burst into ghostly rhymes.

The ghost rhyme is like ink, writing two complex and twisted symbols in mid-air.

The symbols flew to Su Ling'er and Zhang Wanshen, and the black mud suddenly stopped, as if it was temporarily blocked by some force.

Shen Yuan came to Qiao Qingyue, opened his hands, burst out with blazing golden light, and pressed her neck.

The rising black mud was blocked by the golden light and could not go any further.

However, once Shen Yuan lets go, the rebound of the black mud will be extremely violent and Qiao Qingyue will be submerged in an instant.

"Use the power of the White Walkers quickly." Shen Yuan growled, he could not last long in this state.

Tsk! !

The intense high temperature burned Qiao Qingyue's snow-white neck until it turned red, and the scent of meat wafted out, showing how high the temperature was, but she did not dare to make the slightest scream.

"My... White Walkers and Qi are all blocked by the black mud and cannot be used." Qiao Qingyue said hoarsely.

"What?!" Shen Yuan's expression changed. Now it wasn't him who couldn't hold on, but Qiao Qingyue. At this temperature, her entire neck would be roasted!

"Uncle Wang, are you okay over there?" Shen Yuan shouted.

"Hold on a little longer." Wang Zhong replied, writing quickly with the ghost pen in his hand, and ghost rhymes formed one symbol after another, falling on the two of them.

"Condensation!"

Wang Zhong gave a low shout and touched the eyebrows of Su Ling'er and Zhang Wanshen with the tip of his pen.

Each twisted symbol erupted into a strange white light, and two different ghostly charms swept over the two of them. The flowers and trees surrounding them withered for more than ten feet in an instant, and the vibrant scene turned into a dead silence in the blink of an eye!

The black mud on the two men also fell off their bodies, turning into wisps of black mist and dissipating.

Wang Zhong panted for a moment, and without any time to rest, he came to Qiao Qingyue and pointed the tip of his pen between her eyebrows: "Let go."

Shen Yuan retracted his hand, but it brought down a large piece of charred flesh. The blocked black mud instantly surged up, but was blocked by Wang Zhong's strength.

"ah!"

Qiao Qingyue screamed, the scarlet muscles on her neck were exposed to the air, the squirming trachea was faintly visible, and her originally beautiful face was twisted into a ball, like a fierce ghost!

Wang Zhong did the same thing, but much faster than before.

A moment later.

The black mud on Qiao Qingyue's body dissipated, and she collapsed to the ground, twitching all over.

Shen Yuan helped her up, took out the healing ointment, applied it evenly on her neck, and then took out a pill and threw it into her mouth.

"Can you be gentler?" Qiao Qingyue said in a hoarse voice.

"It's okay as long as you don't die." Shen Yuan glanced at her and said lightly.

"You."

Qiao Qingyue was so angry that her teeth itched, but she was helpless. In the end, she could only say one sentence: "I'm not surprised that you will die alone in this life."

"Hehe, it seems that you are quite energetic. You'd better pray that there is only one wave of attacks, otherwise I can only collect your body for you." Shen Yuan said expressionlessly.

It is obviously not that easy to fight against the resentful ghost. Even Wang Zhong almost couldn't stand it. His face turned pale and his breathing was rapid. At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged beside him, trying to recover as soon as possible.

If the vengeful ghost attacks again, unless Wang Zhong is willing to let his own ghosts riot, he can only resist one attack with the surrogate puppet, and the three will surely die.

Qiao Qingyue's breathing stagnated, her face turned pale, and she quickly took out several items from her storage bag and handed two of them to Shen Yuan: "If the vengeful ghost attacks again, you will light the soul candle and this cold jade."