"So what if you add hers, even if you add your weak true energy?"

A trace of ominousness arose in the village chief's heart. He did not attack Fang Mu immediately, but retreated directly.

After living a long age in his previous life and becoming weird, how could it be careless?

After the distance was widened, the village chief felt a little relieved.

Consume!

This is what the village chief thinks.

Now that the ghost realm is so big, it is impossible for Fang Mu to consume him with the little true energy.

After Fang Mu finished his journey, everything was in control.

"Oh, those seniors met with mentally retarded villains, why are I so frugal?"

Fang Mu sighed and lifted the village chief's head.

There are actually not many true qi in the body and Qing Ruowu transitioned. Moreover, under the continuous erosion of the yin energy, the true qi is being washed away at a speed visible to the naked eye.

If you continue at this speed, it will probably not take long to see the true energy will disappear.

I was originally planning to wait for the village chief to come and give him a killing blow, but maybe the village chief was too cautious.

Aren't the villains all mentally retarded?

"Hahaha..." The village chief sneered and turned his body to Qing Ruowu's direction.

Qing Ruowu's eyes showed despair, did she fail after all?

If it is from beginning to end, Fang Mu will have a very deep impression on her.

Stay calm and calm in the face of danger.

If I could make a difference in time, I would definitely be able to do something, but unfortunately I will follow her to die now.

When Qing Ruowu thought of this desperate situation, he regretted it.

It was not because of fear of death, but because of recklessness, and even with an innocent person who followed her to die.

"Uh!" Qing Ruowu suddenly made a sound, his voice filled with pain.

Hearing this voice, Fang Mu and the village chief looked at Qing Ruowu.

I saw dark red runes appearing again on Qing Ruowu's body, but against the dark redness, her face became paler.

"Burning soul!" The village chief rushed over in a twist: "You are the best head, you must not die!"

Despair appeared in Qing Ruowu's eyes, and there was no enough time.

I originally wanted to burn my soul, but the distance between her and the village chief was too short, so short that it was not enough for her to be able to do anything.

Seeing that the village chief was about to approach, Qing Ruowu sighed: "Can't even use the last method?"

Despair enveloped her.

When she thought that her head would be cut off, she couldn't help but stand upright.

The curved arms were getting closer and closer to Qing Ruowu. As she was about to touch her, the village chief suddenly stopped.

Qing Ruowu was stunned, and then she heard a voice.

"I admit I have the gambling ingredients, but I bet right."

"Is this... Fang Mu's voice?"

"laugh--"

A heated thorn passed by, and the village chief's right hand flew out.

"Ah——Uh!"

The screams came from the village chief's mouth, but they stopped abruptly halfway through the sound.

Because the short thorn did not stop, but cut out one after another.

"Swish!" "Swish!" "Swish!"

The short thorn was wrapped in a layer of scorching red light, and three graceful arcs were drawn in the air, cutting down all the remaining hands and feet of the village chief.

At this time, the village chief had been cut to a point of only his body and fell to the ground with a bang.

Qing Ruowu was stunned and saw the scene behind the village chief.

Fang Mu held the ghost thorn in one hand and the village chief's head in the other.

There was an object covering the village chief's head, a blood-stained bellyband.

Just now, Fang Mu pulled out his blood-stained bellyband and covered the village chief's head.

He originally planned to wait for the village chief to come and cover the village chief, but he didn't expect that the village chief was too greedy.

The saying that a person is old is not something to say.

As he was about to be destroyed, Fang Mu suddenly remembered the head he was holding.

Just bet, just bet.

Unexpectedly, the bet was indeed right. After putting the blood-stained bellyband on the village chief's head, the village chief could be stiff for five seconds.

"quick!"

Fang Mu only said one word.

Qing Ruowu looked at Fang Mu in a daze, not understanding what Fang Mu meant.

"boom!"

At this time, five seconds had arrived and the surrounding yin energy became stronger again.

"Ahhhh! I'm actually trapped in your hands, you're looking for death." The village chief's voice came from his blood-stained bellyband.

It never imagined why a blood-stained bellyband would have such an effect.

The hands and feet that had originally separated grew back to the village chief's body, and the village chief climbed up in distortion.

Qing Ruowu's face changed: "Be careful!"

Endless yin energy swept towards Fang Mu, trying to kill Fang Mu.

"Bang!"

Fang Mu's face was calm and raised his hand to pinch a corner of the blood-stained bellyband.

One lift, one cover.

Five seconds time reset.

"How to kill it, tell me!" Fang Mu said quickly.

Qing Ruowu reacted and immediately replied: "Just..."

Five seconds came, and the yin energy came again, accompanied by the village chief's roar.

Once lifted, and the time was reset, the Yin energy disappeared without a trace.

Qing Ruowu was stunned. What is this operation?

She felt that Fang Mu had refreshed her views tonight, and could she still use this method to control the weirdness?

Fang Mu's body shook, but in fact he was not feeling well now.

In the ghost realm, Qing Ruowu's transition of true energy was declining rapidly. After disappearing, he couldn't even lift his bellyband.

Qing Ruowu saw Fang Mu's urging eyes and understood his current situation. He quickly said: "Find the core of the ghost domain and destroy what it values ​​most."

What you value most?

Fang Mu looked around and finally looked at the five jars on the ground in front of the wooden house.

The letter said that the village chief murdered people with four jars in his arms. If he said this, these four jars had other mystery.

Fang Mu stepped forward to the jar, raised his foot and kicked!

"Bang!"

A crisp sound of cracking came, and the four jars were kicked into pieces by Fang Mu.

"call……"

A gust of wind blew, nothing changed.

The village chief's roar came from the bloody bellyband, and Fang Mu could only cover it again, but there was not much true energy left in his body.

"Strange, what does it value the most?"

Fang Mu thought about it, looked at the room in front of him and walked straight into it.

While walking, he kept lifting his blood-stained bellyband and covering it.

When he walked into the wooden house, he smelled a stench. He was very familiar with the stench, which was mixed with the smell of pickles.

"Can pickles be used to cover up the smell of the body?"

Fang Mu looked at the stinking smell, and a highly decayed corpse lay on the wooden bed not far away.

The corpse has been highly decayed and has expanded, and has obviously been dead for a long time.

However, it can be identified from the clothes on the corpse that this is the village chief's body, but it has no head.

"The one outside is weird. Is this inside the body left after it dies? Without a head, it seems that it is the one in his hand."

Fang Mu came to the wooden bed and raised the ghost thorn in his hand.

No other discoveries, so try this corpse.

At this time, the time for the bloody bellyband was coming again, and the village chief begging for mercy came.
Chapter completed!