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Chapter Eleven Where's My Skin?

call out--!

Wang Yuan's whole body seemed to have melted into the wind and rain at night. Qi and blood surged, and the strength in his bones, tendons, muscles, and skin membranes flowed through his body like mercury balls.

But he didn't rush to save people in a hurry. Instead, out of caution, he made a large circle and changed directions several times on the treetops.

As expected, just as Wang Yuan noticed just now, no matter how far he went around, the volume of the sound was exactly the same as at the beginning!

There was no sign of being distanced at all.

Even when Wang Yuan tried to speed up to get rid of the other party, the cries for help in his ears became more and more urgent.

"Help, is there anyone? Come and help me..."

His face turned bitter, and he had already forgotten his original intention of acting chivalrously and doing good deeds.

‘Damn it, stop screaming, I’m scared!

You're the worst kind of guy who sticks around like a dog-skin plaster.

Can't you just...find someone else? I'm begging you.'

After changing my luck once, [Yin De] only had 82 points left. Just now, in order to escape from the royal tomb, I spent another 10 points in just two breaths.

If he encounters something weird again, just 72 points of [Yin De] may not be able to save his life, and his ability to withstand risks is extremely poor.

It's a pity that good things don't work and bad things work.

When Wang Yuan was about to cross a barren mass grave, he suddenly spotted the light of fire approaching on the mountain road opposite, and his face turned green all of a sudden.

The other party walked around in front of me without even realizing it.

Touching the two heavy "talisman waist tags" in his arms, he felt a little suspicious. Could it be that these things no longer work after leaving the royal tomb?

After all, it is a mahogany tablet that has been enshrined for two hundred years.

"Two footsteps?"

Squinting his eyes slightly, he could already see in the distance under the dim light.

A middle-aged woman wearing a calico skirt and a raincoat, holding a rickety paper lantern in her hand, ran ahead with a look of panic on her face.

He kept calling for help.

A black wild wolf followed slowly behind, its body blending into the night, but its pair of green eyes were so bright that it was almost penetrating.

At first Wang Yuan thought it was a wild ghost from somewhere who came from nowhere and was playing tricks to lure people into being fooled. But when he saw the scene in front of him, he was a little undecided.

Just because under the light, the figures of people and animals on the ground are all there, and the sounds of footsteps are also there.

The woman's gait, expression, and emotion were completely without any affectation or flaw, just like an ordinary woman being chased by a wild wolf.

At least Wang Yuan thinks that he may not be able to perform even with his fifteen years of acting skills.

Before he could react, the woman opposite seemed to finally see the young man carrying the knife, with a look of surprise on her face and she quickly called for help:

"Young man, come and help my aunt.

My husband and I came into the mountains to deliver food to my old mother who lived in the "Yanglao Pavilion". We were supposed to return home before dark.

But after encountering a mist in the mountains, I accidentally got separated from my husband, and this wild wolf followed me. This beast is going to eat me!"

His expression is so sad that one cannot help but feel pity.

Wang Yuan had just heard from Wang Cheng the cruelty hidden behind the [Retirement Pavilion], and his compassion arose spontaneously.

"Even if you can't see anything unusual at all.

But for an ordinary woman to call for such a long time without letting the wolf catch up, and to bump into me head-on, this is the biggest abnormality in itself."

What he saw conflicted with common sense, and Wang Yuan couldn't help but fight between heaven and man.

'Perhaps, this lady has been taken advantage of by something, and the real problem is the wild wolf behind her?'

Wang Yuan encountered strange things again and again, and his nerves were gradually polished and roughened.

Even when faced with the mysterious [weirdness], he can remain calm.

Since the other party was obviously not prepared to let him go and still insisted on pestering him to play the role of having a family dinner, he didn't mind cooperating.

Wang Yuan did not run again, but he also did not take the initiative to come forward. Instead, he stood there and waved and said:

"Auntie, come here quickly, I'll help you fight it off."

Silently, he pulled out the tiger-head knife stuck in his waist and was on guard, ready to chop down the opponent when he came over.

As for whether he killed the wolf and the man at the same time, only he himself knew.

The woman was overjoyed when she heard this and quickly quickened her pace.

However.

As they got closer and closer, Wang Yuan, who had been staring at the strange pair, frowned more and more, as if he had discovered something extraordinary.

Suddenly he stretched out his hand and shouted in a deep voice:

"Stop! Just stand there and don't move!"

Hearing this, the middle-aged woman who was about five steps away from Wang Yuan, and the big black wolf silently following her couldn't help but stop.

The woman didn't know what was going on, and her face became even more panicked. The black wolf even opened its mouth and exposed its white teeth at Wang Yuan.

Wang Yuan looked at the black wolf behind him, which was darker than coal, and said with absolute certainty:

"You... are not actually a wolf!"

In an instant, the bodies of the middle-aged woman and the black wolf were shaken at the same time.

The woman looked behind her in disbelief, a look of struggle immediately appearing in her eyes.

Facing her gaze, the black wolf subconsciously took a step back, but immediately took a step closer.

He lowered his body, exposed his fangs, and made a fierce gesture as if a wild wolf was about to attack.

The woman hesitated immediately, and the struggle in her eyes gradually disappeared.

at this time.

With a "pop" sound, a piece of fragrant scallion pancake fell in front of the big black wolf.

However, Wang Yuan quickly took out an oil paper bag, walked away from the Wangling banquet, and threw out one of the several scallion pancakes he prepared for supper.

The three parties looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes.

Smelling the alluring fragrance of scallion oil, "Black Wolf"'s eyes flashed nimbly, the tip of his nose shrugged, and his fierce expression suddenly collapsed in the next second.

With a groan, he devoured the scallion pancake.

While eating, he even wagged his tail at Wang Yuan.

"Woof woof woof..."

"Well, I heard that the appearance similarity between huskies and wolves can reach 99%. The only difference is in their food habits and IQ. I was almost fooled just now.

Even wolves are poorly raised, but most dogs have owners.

By the way, since this is a dog, where is its owner?"

The woman who had been staring at the big black dog saw this scene, her body suddenly swayed, she covered her head hard and muttered to herself:

"Yes, it's a dog, not a wolf!

I...delivered food...and got separated from my husband...No, we have all been bitten to death by a pack of wild dogs! I want to find a scapegoat, a scapegoat, and skin him.

By the way, where is my own skin? Where is my own skin? Where has my skin gone?!"

This sentence is like a switch, touching something.

The skin on the woman's body seemed to suddenly have life. It began to squirm and struggle, sometimes lengthening and sometimes shortening.

It seemed as if he was trying hard to peel himself off from the bones and flesh of this body.

The dagger-sharp nails on the ten fingers are constantly expanding and contracting. You can imagine that if you were suddenly grabbed, the skin and flesh would be ripped off very easily.

At the same time, under that female face, another wretched male face that was completely different appeared.

It's like riding a donkey to find a donkey, the woman's skin is not lost at all, she herself is the skin!

And the person wearing this skin is probably the owner of the dog.

Poof!

At this moment, a sharp blade emerged from her abdomen, and a red cinnabar script with flying phoenixes on the blade suddenly lit up.

[Impeach and hate killing ghost seal script]

This is a basic talisman and seal that the palace supervisors and the guardians of the tombs of various clans under Dalingsi will be equipped with.

The Taoist monks who serve as supervisors of the shrine carve seal characters on the lightning peach wood seals according to specific rituals during the solar solstice, and give them to the tomb-keepers of each family to worship and pass them on from generation to generation.

Before going on duty, the guardian of the mausoleum only needs to use this square of peach wood seal to cover his tiger-head knife with the [Xiyan Killing Ghost Seal], and he will be able to gain powerful lethality against evil objects.

It is said that the swords in the "White Tiger Warriors" of the 36th Taoist Battalion are directly quenched with tiger blood, so they can kill demons and ghosts naturally without such trouble.

Naturally, it was also found on the tiger head knife that was snatched from Wang Cheng.

The distorted "woman" lowered her head and glanced at the blade protruding from her belly, then turned around like a rubber band to look at Wang Yuan, as if her mind was not yet clear:

"Hunter, why did you stab my aunt?"

Just kidding, if you see the enemy about to transform and don't stab him with a knife, do you think you're watching a show?

However, the sizzling blood or sizzling smoke did not appear at all.

Wang Yuan decisively pulled out the tiger-headed knife and flew away, then he turned around and ran away with oil on his soles.
Chapter completed!
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