Urban Witcher

Ye Shaoyang took another handful of water, brought it in front of the girl, and continued to tease the turtle spirit.

"Please, Grand Master, I don't dare anymore. I won't harm anyone. Can you let me go out?"

"I don't have time to negotiate terms with you, come out as soon as you think of it." Ye Shaoyang ignored it.

"Wuwu, I can't take it anymore!" In the girl's mouth, the tongue supported by the five emperors' money suddenly trembled, and a green light squeezed the tip of the tongue, flew out, and fell straight into the water.

With a splash, the water splashed, and everyone hurriedly looked away, only to see a green-skinned soft-shelled turtle lying in a wooden basin, the size of which was as big as a millstone, with a circle of red bumps growing on the top of its head, which looked very disgusting. .

These people present had never seen such a thing before, and they were all stunned and speechless.

Ye Shaoyang put one foot on the turtle spirit's back, glanced at it, and sneered: "It turned out to be a mangy turtle. You have only cultivated for a hundred years. Do you really think you can run rampant in the world?"

The turtle spirit was trampled under his feet, and he just buried his head in drinking water, suddenly stretched his neck, and exhaled black air at Ye Shaoyang.

Ye Shaoyang had expected it a long time ago, and cast out a talisman to absorb the black energy, and looked in front of him, the black blood flowed on the talisman, emitting a stench, and he frowned immediately, "If you have killed a life, then you won't be able to keep you. "Let the pony throw his backpack over.

Yuan Jing knew his fate, and struggled helplessly under Ye Shaoyang's feet for a while, knowing that he was doomed, he no longer resisted, raised his eyes to look at Ye Shaoyang resentfully, and said bitterly: "If you offend our Turtle Clan, whoever you are , and there is no place to bury him.”

"Oh, I see."

Ye Shaoyang has never ignored this kind of person who swears and seeks some psychological comfort when he is dying. You are going to kill it. Do you still care about letting him brag about it when he is dying?

He took out a pack of realgar from his backpack, opened it, and poured it directly into the water.

When the realgar entered the water, it sensed the demonic aura, and immediately there were waves in the small wooden basin, like boiling water.

"Ah..." Yuan Jing let out a heart-piercing scream, swinging her limbs, but Ye Shaoyang firmly stepped on the back of the turtle, unable to move, the skin of the whole body quickly festered, bright red blood spurted out, and the body shrank a little.

"I am the pioneer of Dijun, if you kill me, Dijun will not let you go..."

Monarch? Where did the emperor come from? Ye Shaoyang let go of his legs, wanting it to come up and ask for clarification, but the turtle spirit's body had already melted into a puddle of blood, countless spirits flew out of the tub, Ye Shaoyang sighed secretly, all of these were absorbed and refined by the mangy turtle ghost.

Ye Shaoyang turned his head to look at the girl lying on the sofa, she fell there motionless, and quickly stepped forward to untie the ropes of both hands, and asked someone to bring water, the more the better.

The manager simply came over with a bucket of purified water. Ye Shaoyang poured out some for the girl to drink, and sprinkled the rest unceremoniously on her body. After a while, the girl coughed and resumed her breathing.

Ye Shaoyang watched from the side for a while, and saw that the girl's complexion was gradually improving. He got up and told the fat man to send him to the hospital for an IV drip to replenish water. He had to wake up in an hour, and then sent him his bank card number through his mobile phone.

Fatty thanked him a thousand times and said that he would pay when he returned.

The three of Ye Shaoyang and his party left the private room and went to change their own clothes. Zhou Jingru originally wanted to open a good room for them to live in, but Ye Shaoyang didn't want to waste it. At his insistence, Zhou Jingru had to drive them back to the rented house in the university town.

On the way, Xiao Ma and Zhou Jingru inquired about the condition of the mangy-headed turtle. Ye Shaoyang said that it was just a bastard with a hundred years of cultivation, and it was not worth mentioning.

"Then what is the emperor he said, is it very powerful?" Zhou Jingru asked.

Ye Shaoyang explained: "The only people who use the word 'Emperor' as an appellation are ghosts and monsters who have lived for more than a thousand years, because they came into contact with a feudal society when they were adults, and their thinking is still stuck at that time, so it is also difficult to name yourself. It's the emperor, the king or something, there are countless ghosts called emperors, but the real ones are almost wiped out.

A few of them were also forced to hide in the ghost domain and did not dare to show their faces, so I don't know what emperor it is talking about. "

When the car drove to the place, Ye Shaoyang said goodbye to Zhou Jingru, chatted a few words, then got out of the car, and went back to the rented house with Xiao Ma.

After entering the room, Ye Shaoyang also felt a little tired. He rejected Xiao Ma's proposal to have a late-night snack, went back to the room, undressed and went to bed. He couldn't sleep for a while, and closed his eyes to outline the details of tomorrow's actions.

Suddenly, a silver light came out from the belt that was untied and placed on the bedside. When he turned his head to look, he was full of evil spirits. A white figure curled up like smoke and landed in front of the window, taking the shape of a human.

He was dressed in a white robe, covering even his face. It's Young Master Yang.

Ye Shaoyang was stunned for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Why did you come out?"

"Why can't I come out?" Young Master Yang said.

Ye Shaoyang shrugged and said, "Where's Xueqi?"

"Of course she's still in the mirror. She doesn't have a soul body, so she can't get out." After a pause, Mr. Yang said, "Have you thought of how to save her?"

Ye Shaoyang shook his head, without a soul body, Xue Qi could only live forever in the imaginary space in the mirror, there was really nothing he could do.

Ye Shaoyang saw him standing by the window with his hands behind his back, looking up at the starry sky, and he couldn't fall asleep, so he simply got out of bed, walked to him, stood side by side, looked at the small half of his face under the brim of his hat, and said: "What if I lifted the brim of your hat?"

"You can try."

Ye Shaoyang shot like lightning, pinched a formula with his right hand, and slapped Young Master Yang in the face.

Mr. Yang didn't move, but with a wave of his sleeves, a powerful evil energy condensed in front of him, forming a barrier.

Ye Shaoyang felt that his palm was being blocked, so he immediately changed his technique, pierced through the barrier, advanced less than two inches, another barrier blocked his way, and Ye Shaoyang's hand shape changed again...

Altogether, he changed the five magic formulas and broke through the five barriers laid down by Mr. Yang repeatedly. When he was about to touch his face, his palm felt a strong evil erosion, unable to move forward an inch, he put down his palm angrily.

"Great Tai Chi Five Elements Hand, you change so naturally." Mr. Yang's voice was also slightly surprised.

"You know, apart from being really busy, I practice every night."

"But you are progressing too fast," Mr. Yang thought of something, and asked, "Is it because you have learned the innate gossip?"

Ye Shaoyang nodded without concealment, "I tried to use the innate gossip to breathe out the Great Zhoutian before. The meridians are transposed, and I can easily reach the infinite limit. Breathing out the qi harvested by a Zhoutian can be three times the usual."

Mr. Yang was silent for a moment, and said quietly: "You have such a great fortune, it is estimated that one day you will be able to reach the strength of Daofeng."

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