Secret Talent At The Beginning, Burning Corpses Can Make You Stronger

Under the veil of night, the huge capital is like a boundless monster crouching on the ground, wanting to choose people and devour them.

"Cuckoo~"

Ye Xiao's quiet cry echoed back and forth, which made people feel uneasy.

"Duh~~Duh! Duh! The sky is dry and things are dry, so be careful with the fire."

"Third watch, to prevent theft and theft, close the doors and windows."

The old clapper in the west city rang his bamboo clapper to patrol the streets, his voice was still calm and lazy, the same as usual, but if someone followed him, he would notice that his steps were obviously in a hurry.

At this moment, in the hands of the old clapper, the ancestral bamboo clapper is slightly hot in the cold wind.

"Something will happen tonight." Old Clapper was almost sure.

The four generations of the old Chen family have never died in accidents. No matter what kind of danger, they can always turn danger into good fortune, relying on this keenness.

It's a pity that the old clapper has no culture. If he can write a book and write a biography, with the ability of the old Chen family, every word he says will become the golden rule for the prisoner.

The old clapper quickened his pace, intending to end this patrol as soon as possible.

The waning moon hangs high, the clouds are dark and the wind is high.

There is a saying that it is the dark night of the moon, when the wind is high and the fire is set on fire.

In the air, a dangerous atmosphere is gathering.

It will be much safer to pass through the alley in front of you and enter the street.

But at this moment, there was a soft sound, and a black thing appeared out of nowhere, standing in the middle of the alley, blocking the old bangzi's way, and one was vaguely seen in dark red clothes, not tall, like a little hunchback. old man.

The old clapper stopped, and the hairs all over his body exploded.

In his hand, the originally slightly hot bamboo clapper was so hot that it was almost impossible to hold it.

"Hey! Where are the monsters and ghosts, dare to block my way to watch the night, and let me quickly get out of the way, otherwise don't blame the old man for being rude to you!" The old clapper took a deep breath, pointed at the thing, and spoke loudly like a bell, Full of spirit.

This is the ancestral method of startling the night. When watching the night, it is inevitable that you will encounter some inexplicable things.

As the saying goes, people are three points afraid of ghosts, and ghosts are seven points afraid of people.

If you are not timid in the confrontation, you will win half of it first, and if you are timid in the confrontation, you will lose half of it first.

Regardless of what is on the other side, a loud roar can often solve 70% of the troubles, and the remaining 30% depends on fate and strength.

But it was obvious that the thing on the opposite side could not be scared away with a simple yell.

The dark red color is not commonly used by ordinary people, and high-end courtyards do not like it. There is only one place where it is more commonly used-shroud.

Just one look at the old clapper has already confirmed that this thing is very dangerous. Before the night patrol, Xicheng Bingma Si specially said that a murderous corpse in shroud had entered the capital, so be careful.

It was the thing in front of him that was hit by him.

The method of startling the night is just a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

Sure enough, not only did the thing not retreat, but it rushed towards the old clapper.

When the old clapper saw it, he turned around and ran away.

The shrill shouts echoed in the night wind.

"Help!!"

A loud cry startled an unknown number of nocturnal creatures wandering outside the firelight of the night patrol.

Overlooking from the sky, there are at least three black shadows rushing there quickly.

The first one to arrive was a masked man in night clothes. He was extremely athletic. He stretched out his hand and patted across the wall, leaving a palm print on it.

"Help, help!"

When the old clapper saw it, he hurriedly called for help.

The masked man turned into an afterimage and passed over the old clapper. He opened his hands, and a yellow cloth bag appeared.

Quickly chanting the mantra in his mouth, the yellow cloth bag is good at facing the wind, and then he went to the shroud corpse cage.

The shroud corpse looked at it, turned around and slipped away with a strange cry, and was terrified of the yellow cloth bag.

However, with the opening of the yellow cloth bag open, the strong wind rolled back, and the corpse in shroud retreated instead of advancing, and was sucked in in an instant.

What's even more amazing is that after the yellow cloth bag inhaled the shroud corpse, it shrank rapidly. The masked man reached out to catch it and put it on his shoulder, like a half bag of rice noodles, shrinking several times.

The old clapper was dumbfounded, this is definitely a strange person.

Seeing the masked man approaching, he hurriedly cupped his hands: "Thanks to the strong man for saving his life, little old man..."

But before he finished speaking, he discovered that the masked man had a gleaming knife in his hand at some point.

The old clapper sucked in the breath he hadn't let out yet.

"Help!"

The old clapper yelled again in the night wind.

The old clapper turned and ran.

This is the villain!

But his speed couldn't match the masked man, the masked man jumped behind the old bangzi with a few steps, and slashed at his neck.

If the old clapper had run away at that time, there would be no such thing.

But he shouldn't stop, there is only one kind of person in the world who can keep secrets to the maximum, and that is the dead, but this is not absolute.

But he deserved his life, and at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

With a "whoosh", something dark slammed into the masked man.

The masked man's eyes changed drastically, and he dropped his knife like lightning and retreated violently.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the gleaming sharp blade instantly shattered into pieces, covering the masked man.

The masked man couldn't dodge when he was out of reach, he was hit in the arm, blood shot out immediately, and the yellow cloth bag fell to the ground.

"Who is here?" The masked man covered his arms with a solemn expression.

Because only then did he realize that there was a very faint shadow in the darkness under the opposite wall, and he could only vaguely recognize the human figure.

A black weapon in his hand didn't even reflect light, so he couldn't see what it was.

"I Feiyuwei Burner Wei Wu, who are you?" Phantom walked out of the dark place under the wall, and revealed his real body under the faint moonlight. It turned out to be a young man in coarse sackcloth.

"Flying Fish Guard Cremation Hall?"

A trace of suspicion flashed in the masked man's eyes.

But he didn't bother, and reached out to grab the yellow cloth bag on the ground like lightning, ready to escape.

The incoming person is extremely powerful and weird, so it is not suitable for confrontation.

But at the next moment, an extremely bizarre thing happened. He felt that he was standing under the wall in a blink of an eye.

On the opposite side, the young man in linen grinned and bent down to pick up the yellow cloth bag.

"Move... Apparate and change shadow?"

The masked man's neutral eyes were full of horror.

The technique of shape-shifting and shadow-changing originated from Zhuge's mysterious technique more than two thousand years ago, and it has been lost for nearly a thousand years.

It actually reappeared in the world today?

"Who are you?" The masked man almost exclaimed.

"Why do you ask again, Lao Tzu's cremation hall Wei Wu, whether you want to change your name or your surname, remember." The young man in sackcloth carried the yellow cloth bag on his shoulder, looked up and down the masked man, as if he was weighing something.

The masked man suddenly felt like a light was on his back, without any hesitation, he turned around and jumped into the nearby yard and disappeared.

He suddenly ran away.

Seeing this, the young man in linen pursed his lips and cursed: "Let's let you go today, and let you lie down decently when we meet again next time."

However, at this moment, a mantra suddenly sounded in the night wind: "The universe is not working, all dharmas are extinguished, broken!"

Seeing the yellow cloth bag "Zi La", the corpse in shroud fell out of the bag, and ran away as fast as it could against the wind.

The young man in sackcloth stared at it.

"Where is Aifei running?"